So, let's get this straight. Ni-ki and Jungwon went on lives and we find out about comeback coming soon when the last one was barely 2 months ago plus tour. Ni-ki, dancer who is famous for being able to learn a choreography in 10 minutes since 15, says that he is confusing the dances because they have to learn new ones on top of relearning old ones (because of the change in formation). Jungwon got asked about the concert timing and he confessed that there is no plans. Ni-ki wasn't allowed to dance to XO, wasn't allowed to turn on Daydream and comments about enhypen 7 got deleted in real time. So, the company could have been protecting them from hateful comments during the lives, but just decided not to. They could have regulated fans at the airport (fans were separated from them for their flight to china) but just decided not to. The comeback being this close to the previous one just confirms that they didn't want to postpone for Heeseung's solo, instead choosing to keep them overworked for money.
Boycotting is not harming them, because truly enhypen has been harmed for six years. They were traumatized since before their debut for entertainment and greed and that kept being the pattern. This was the tipping point because no one could have evet predicted that something like this could have happened on random tuesday. It feels honestly eye opening not only to how horrible belift and hybe are bur also how many so-called fans never cared for enhypen, never saw them as human beings, but just as tools for their entertainment. Unfortunately, nobody can guarantee that something like this is not going to happen again because belift made only one thing loud and clear: they will do anything for money and as long as enhypen is profitable, they will not stop at anything. They might kick someone else out, too. The thing is, all of the members showed interest, talked about doing solo. Maybe not musically, but definitely some sort of solo activity that would show who they are not in the bound of the group, but still in it. People are also concerned about contract renewal, which I am too, but realistically, enhypen are one of the biggest groups globally and they just won biggest korean award, and belift still didn't care. They are already big enough for good contract conditions, belift is just horrible. Also, people are acting like heeseung has so much power just to decide and choose to leave the group when even the older idols from companies that are little less horrifying than belift can't do anything. And he always very openly talked about his music and producing which also have to supervised by the company, so no breach of contract on his end. 'They work hard and won’t get anything' most of the money goes to the company anyways. Belift is moving like a fast fashion brand. Exploiting real human beings for quick money. Yes, I agree that on short term this all is harmful, but long term this might just change everything. Now, this all is not just about Heeseung, it’s all 7 of them. The conditions that they work under are just inhumane. We heard this from the members time and time again, but never did anything. Maybe this time we, the people, that are not bound by any contract, can do something. You think you wouldn’t be able to support them while boycotting? - vote for them on podoal, mubeat, my1pick. If there was any other effective ways to knock some sense into that greedy company, i would've been happy, but the only thing they care about is money. This is boycott against hybe and belift, not enhypen.
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared throughout the stadium.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
"coming up next are (name) from Arden't and Heeseung from ENHYPEN performing a duet on a song you all know and love! Let's give it up for the 4th gen aces!!"
the mc's voice boomed throughout the venue of the award show. applause roared at the announcement.
the lights dimmed and the audience collectively held their breaths in anticipation. you and heeseung took your starting positions, only your silhouettes visible to the viewers.
"we're gonna kill this stage, jagiya." heeseung, in his smooth honey-voice, had murmured into your ear backstage, easing your unruly heartbeat as it always did. "just breathe, yeah?"
under different circumstances he would've squeezed your hand, or kissed the tip of your nose, or... well, anything from his arsenal of comforting gestures. but right now, he couldn't risk that. so, his voice would have to suffice.
you followed his advice, inhaling slowly through your nose... exhaling through your mouth... and repeat...
it helped, kind of. you knew the adrenaline, once you started performing, would chase away any lingering nerves. there was nothing to worry about.
the intro to BTBT by B.I. and Soulja Boy floated through the speakers. the crowd went wild.
the sheer volume of their cheers reminded you of how many people are watching—and that was excluding the millions viewing the performance via livestream. one little misstep, one small slip-up, one tiny mistake, and it could all come crashing down.
this was the opportunity of a lifetime: getting to do a collab stage with your boyfriend.
things like that didn't just happen in the k-pop industry. of course, only a select number few were in the know about your relationship—for obvious reasons—but it also meant that you would have to be extra conscious. you absolutely could not, at any cost, exhibit any couple-y behaviour.
that was the hardest part.
heeseung started off with the first verse, gliding across the stage like he was born on it. his dulcet timbre carried through the air with an effortlessness that was uniquely him.
you joined in as the second verse came on, instantly falling in sync with him, all clean lines and liquid grace. the added raspy quality to your otherwise velvety voice had the viewers on their feet. their screams permeated through your in-ear monitor, giving you just the extra kick of confidence you needed.
your bodies were predominantly moving on muscle memory at this point. the little moments the choreographer had strategically incorporated into the routine—a dap here, a wink there—to show off your natural chemistry worked like a charm. the audience was entranced.
when the rap verse came on, the fans erupted into utter chaos. heeseung had the gall to smirk and stick the tip of his tongue out after he finished rapping his part. he was so paying for that later.
the performance ended with your faces only inches apart, heavy breaths mixing with each other's.
just as the lights were dimming, heeseung grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned down to...
...kiss your forehead ?!?!!!?
you almost leaned into it, almost. but then, reality struck. your eyes widened in horror. your heart, which was already hammering wildly against your ribs, went into overdrive.
"heeseung!" you hissed sharply, chiding. though, you made no move to push him away. he, being the down bad idiot that he was, took that as his cue to interlace your fingers and pull you in for a sweaty hug, chin resting on top of your head as the adrenaline drained out.
the uproar of the crowd was inaudible against the blood rushing in your ears.
for better or for worse, the cat was out of the bag.
; cinny's corner: congrats to enha for winning the daesang!!! can't believe it's been half a decade with them already??
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