✮ PART TIME IDOL + FULL TIME FAN ✮ | EOM SEONGHYEON ✮ 0
pair — idol!seonghyeon x fem!reader
genre — idol smau
plot — The star Seonghyeon has crushed upon since her early days in the entertainment industry now debuts as an idol under the same company as him.
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contains — swearing, profanity, bickering, horrible attempt at humour, mentions of illit, lesserafim, txt, nct and wonyoung. Go younjung as faceclaim for y/n, oc characters.
parts — 0. 1. 2. 3...?
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A/n — REQUESTED BY @nanamyberry
(I loved the idea sm but idk why it took almost 20 days to cook it up. Here is a teaser, lmk what you all think ♡)
🏀 ˚ a reporter “accidentally” plays matchmaker at a lakers game, and you and Seonghyeon are the victims.
✎ ─── inspired by Brandy’s interview! wc 1.3k … finally posting this!!! it has been sitting for so long in my drafts lol. anyway live love laugh baller hyeon, more to come :P
contains ; lakers player Seonghyeon x singer Yn
The arena buzzed with energy long before tip-off. Cameras flashed around the court, fans filled the lower bowl, and players moved through their pregame routines during shootaround. As one of the night’s special guests, you had been seated courtside, drawing almost as much attention as the game itself.
It wasn’t unusual anymore.
Ever since that charity gala months ago, when Seonghyeon had been caught on video waiting backstage just to congratulate you after your performance, the internet had decided the two of you were a thing. Then came the clip of him warming up while mouthing the lyrics to your single, and the photo of you two laughing together at a mutual friend’s event.
Nothing ever happened, no dates, no statements, not even a dm leak, but the energy was there. Enough for fans to ship the two of you, and definitely enough for the media to tease you just like tonight.
You were chatting with one of the broadcast hosts during a lighthearted segment when the conversation turned toward a certain player.
“Now, let’s be honest,” the host teased, grinning at you. “You’re a Lakers fan. And earlier today at shootaround, Eom Seonghyeon was speaking very highly of you.”
Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Oh, he was?”
“Very highly.”
You laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“What did he say?”
The host leaned in dramatically, enjoying every second of this. “He thinks you’re a lovely young lady.”
A blush immediately crept onto your cheeks.
“Does he?”
“Mhm. Loves your music, too.”
Your smile softened.
“Well, I think he’s a lovely young man.”
The host’s grin widened. “Well, he’s about your age. That’s a pretty good start.”
“Yeah, he is,” you admitted, glancing toward the court where Seonghyeon was finishing a shooting drill. “But, you know, he’s so busy, and I’m kind of busy, so…”
The host raised an eyebrow. “So?”
You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m gonna wait until the season’s done, and then maybe I’ll give him a call.”
For a second, there was complete silence. Then he turned towards the entire courtside section.
“She’s gonna give him a call!” The host practically shouted it into the microphone.
The crowd cheered louder.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, covering your face with both hands as laughter bubbled out of you.
Across the court, several Lakers players had clearly heard the exchange. One pointed in your direction while another doubled over laughing. Even from a distance, you could see Seonghyeon pause mid-drill, looking toward the commotion.
The arena camera immediately found him.
The giant jumbotron split into two screens: you on one side, him on the other.
“No!” you laughed, sinking lower in your seat.
Meanwhile, Seonghyeon looked utterly confused at first. Then one of his teammates whispered something into his ear.
His eyes widened. A slow smile spread across his face.
The entire arena erupted into a chorus of teasing cheers.
You could feel the heat rising to your face as his gaze briefly met yours from across the court.
The reporter wasn’t about to let either of you off the hook.
“Seonghyeon!” he called through the microphone. “You got anything you’d like to say?”
The player laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as thousands of fans waited for an answer.
You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Instead, all you could do was watch as he looked toward you again, smiling.
The cameras had barely stopped rolling on your side when the feed cut away, shifting the spotlight back toward the Lakers’ bench.
You stayed frozen in your courtside seat, cheeks still warm, replaying the entire exchange in your head. The teasing, the crowd, the words you absolutely should not have said on a live broadcast.
The arena noise blurred into a single, buzzing hum, but behind the scenes, the chaos hadn’t died down. If anything, it had only intensified.
The courtside reporter was already repositioning near Seonghyeon, who had just finished talking to a staff member. He looked calmer now, at least compared to the moment his face appeared next to yours on the jumbotron, but the faint pink on his ears gave him away. His teammates hovered nearby like vultures, nudging him, whispering, laughing.
The reporter didn’t waste a second.
“So,” he said, grinning as the camera light blinked on again, “you heard what Yn said.”
Seonghyeon let out a long, resigned sigh. “I did.”
“And?”
He exhaled through his nose, half amused, half resigned. “And I think she’s trying to escape accountability.”
That got a couple of laughs from the nearby players.
The reporter leaned closer. “Just to clarify, she said she’ll call you after the season.”
“Yeah,” Seonghyeon nodded.
The reporter tilted his head. “That’s a long wait.”
Seonghyeon looked toward the court for a second. Then, almost like the thought had already settled somewhere in him, he shrugged.
“I don’t think I want to wait that long.”
That made his teammates lose it instantly.
The reporter’s eyebrows shot up. “You don’t?”
Seonghyeon shook his head once, more certain now.
“No.”
A beat. Then, quieter, but still caught on mic, “I’ll call her after this game.”
The entire sideline exploded. Even the assistant coaches looked up like they’d just heard breaking news.
The reporter nearly laughed into the microphone. “After the game?”
Seonghyeon nodded again, like it was obvious now that he’d said it out loud. “Yeah.”
One of his teammates immediately pointed at him.
“Bro’s locked in.”
"You better not fumble."
Seonghyeon ignored them, though he was definitely smiling now.
The reporter turned slightly, gesturing toward where you were still seated courtside. “She’s literally right there, you know.”
That finally made him pause. For the first time since the segment started, his eyes actually lifted toward you. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to make everything around you feel suddenly too loud again.
You immediately looked away, pretending you were very interested in absolutely nothing.
The reporter noticed everything, of course.
“Oh,” he said softly, delighted. “Yeah, that’s happening.”
Seonghyeon let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Just… don’t make it weird.”
The reporter blinked. “You said you’d call her after the game in front of the whole stadium.”
Seonghyeon pointed at him.
“You made it weird first.”
That earned another wave of laughter from his teammates. But even as the chaos carried on, his attention flicked back toward you one more time, quick, unsteady, like he was already thinking about the call he had just promised.
The rest of the game passed in a blur.
You tried to focus on the court, on the plays, on the scoreboard, on anything, but every time Seonghyeon checked back in, the crowd reacted with a strange, electric buzz.
Or maybe it was your mind playing games on you.
By the time the final buzzer sounded, your nerves were fried thin. You stayed in your seat for a moment longer, letting the crowd pour out around you. Only when the noise softened into distant echoes did you finally stand.
The hallway behind the arena was quieter now, the post‑game rush fading into distant echoes. You slipped past a group of staff members, finally finding a moment to breathe as you headed toward the exit reserved for guests, when your phone buzzed in your hand.
Unknown Number.
You froze mid‑step. The corridor stretched empty in both directions. No familiar faces, no reason for your heart to leap the way it did.
The call wasn’t spam. It wasn’t a manager. Not even a prank call. It wasn’t anyone you recognized.
You hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over the screen, then you answered.
“Hello?”
For a moment, there was nothing, just the faint sound of someone exhaling on the other end.
Then, softly, “…hi.”
A voice you recognised instantly.
“It’s Seonghyeon.”
Your breath caught. “Seonghyeon?”
A quiet laugh, warm and disbelieving, spilled through the speaker. He’d heard the shock in your voice.
“Yeah. It’s me.”
Silence stretched, delicate and fragile. You swallowed.
“Well… did you need anything?”
“No. Nothing.”
A beat.
“Well, actually… are you free right now?”
Your heart flipped.
“Yeah, I guess. Why?”
“What would you say to dinner?”
You almost choke. “Dinner? Right now?”
“Yeah,” he says, gentle but sure. “Right now.”
“I mean, I’d love to, but I have to get ready. I’m not dressed for it. And I've had my makeup on since this morning...”
His answer comes without hesitation, like he’d been holding it in all night.
“I think you look beautiful.”
Heat blooms across your cheeks, impossible to hide even though he can’t see you.
“Uhm… okay then.”
“Perfect.” His voice softens, almost shy. “If you’re still here, meet me at the exit of the changing rooms.”
“Okay.”
"Perfect, I'll see you there then," and he hangs up.
You inhale, steadying yourself, brushing the nonexistent wrinkles on your shirt, then you start walking.
And as you do, a thought drifts in unexpectedly, a mental note you tuck away for later.
