You stared at the assignment sheet, heart dropping the second your eyes landed on the name: Heeseung — ENHYPEN. Of all the idols in the industry, it had to be him. Your ex. The one who used to walk you home in the rain, hum songs into your neck, hold your hand like it was something fragile. The one who left without saying goodbye.

Now you were face to face again, clipboard trembling in your hand, camera crew adjusting angles behind you. Heeseung looked like a dream—styled hair, perfect skin, that same crooked smile—but his eyes flickered when he saw you.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” He said quietly once the cameras paused for setup, voice lower, guarded.