#dialtragedy

[hoonsbieber]

dial tragedy - enhypen when you don't pick up

Pairing: boyfriend enhypen x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: nothing

Note: listen to dial tragedy by EVAN (aka lee heeseung)

[n1shinik]

🌌 DIAL TRAGEDY — L.HS

概括 — 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝚠arnings : slight smut. mostly fluff between heeseung and reader as they take the time to grow their bond back after months of silence. includes pet names such as gorgeous, baby, princess that’s really it for now.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ boyfriend!heeseung! x fem!reader

pt.2

The typing bubble disappeared.

Then came back.

Then disappeared again.

You frowned.

Seriously?

Some things never changed.

Heeseung always took forever to send messages because he’d rewrite them a hundred times before hitting send.

A minute passed.

Then another.

Finally—

bambi🤍

good

You blinked.

good?

That was it?

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone onto the mattress.

A second later, it buzzed again.

that sounded weird

Another buzz.

i just meant good

And another.

not good that were broken up

Your lips twitched.

Another message appeared.

wow this is going great

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

You hated that he could still do that.

Hated that after everything, he could still make you smile.

You typed back.

you’re not making a very strong comeback here.

The reply came faster this time.

i didn’t know there was a comeback to make

Your heart skipped.

Just slightly.

Just enough to annoy you.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

Quieter.

The video on your computer had long ended, leaving only the soft hum of your fan.

You stared at his message.

There was a time when conversations with Heeseung felt effortless.

A time when he was the first person you texted in the morning and the last person you spoke to before sleeping.

Now every message felt like stepping onto thin ice.

Neither of you knew how much weight it could hold.

so why are you texting me? You finally asked.

The typing bubble appeared immediately.

Then stopped.

Appeared again.

Stopped.

For nearly a minute.

When his response arrived, it was only one sentence.

honestly? i saw something that reminded me of you

You swallowed.

The familiar ache in your chest returned.

Because that used to be his thing.

Random pictures.

Random songs.

Random thoughts.

Anything could remind him of you.

And apparently, after all this time, it still did.

Your phone lit up once more.

is that weird?

You stared at the message.

At the contact photo of him making a silly face on FaceTime.

At the name you never changed.

The white heart that was still there.

And for the first time tonight, you realized something terrifying.

You weren’t waiting for the conversation to end.

You were hoping it wouldn’t.

And that realization alone was enough to make you set your phone down.

For months, you’d been fine.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You’d stopped checking his social media.

Stopped rereading old messages.

Stopped wondering what he was doing every time a song he liked came on.

You’d convinced yourself that the chapter was over.

So why did one text feel like turning back to a page you never finished reading?

Your phone buzzed.

hello?

A smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

did you fall asleep?

Another buzz.

or are you thinking of a way to tell me i’m weird

You let out a quiet laugh.

Then typed.

maybe both

The response came immediately.

ouch

that’s cold

You rolled your eyes.

you’ll survive

The typing bubble appeared.

Disappeared.

Appeared again.

yeah

probably

For some reason, that answer made your chest ache.

Because once upon a time, there would’ve been no hesitation.

No awkwardness.

No careful choice of words.

Just him.

Just you.

Now every conversation felt like two people standing on opposite sides of a cracked bridge, unsure if it was safe to cross.

Neither of you mentioning the breakup.

Neither of you mentioning the months apart.

Neither of you mentioning the fact that this conversation probably shouldn’t feel this easy.

Yet it did.

And that was the problem.

Because with every text, it became harder to remember why you’d spent so long trying to move on.

well can i call you? i really miss your voice

Your heart skipped a beat.

And before you could react,

A FaceTime notification popped up.

Without thinking, or maybe because you weren’t functioning properly,

You answered it.

[n1shinik]

🌌 DIAL TRAGEDY — L.HS

概括 — 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝚠arnings : slight smut. mostly fluff between heeseung and reader as they take the time to grow their bond back after months of silence. includes pet names such as gorgeous, baby, princess that’s really it for now.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ boyfriend!heeseung! x fem!reader

pt.1

The glow of the computer screen was the only light in your bedroom.

You were lying in bed, blanket draped over you despite the warmth of the summer night. A random video played through your headphones—something mindless enough to feel the silence but not interesting enough to actually hold your attention.

Your cursor hovered over the recommended videos.

Click.

Another one.

Click.

Another.

You weren’t really watching anymore.

It was nearly midnight when your phone, discarded beside your pillow, suddenly lit up. You barely glanced at it. Probably a notification. Probably nothing important. The screen dimmed. Then lit up again. This time, curiosity won. You reached over and picked it up. One new message. Your heart stopped. For a second, you thought you were imagining it. Because there was no way. No way after all this time. No way after months of silence. No way after the breakup. You thought maybe this was some cruel trick being played on you, yet there it was.

bambi🤍

The white heart beside his nickname stared back at you like a secret you never meant to keep. Your stomach twisted. You should have changed it. You should’ve deleted the contact. You should’ve done a lot of things.

Instead, you found yourself staring at the preview of the message.

“hey.”

Just one word.

One stupid word.

And somehow it felt heavier than the goodbye he’d left you with.

Your fingers hovered over the screen. Should you text back? Call? But instead, you read the message again.

And again.

And again.

As if maybe it would disappear.

As if maybe your ex-boyfriend hadn’t just stepped back into your life at 11:48 PM on an otherwise ordinary Friday night.

You stared at the screen for so long that it eventually went dark.

Your reflection stared back at you.

Confused.

Nervous.

A little hopeful.

Which was exactly why you hated this.

One text shouldn’t have this much power over you.

Especially not from him.

With a sign, you unlocked your phone again.

The message was still there.

bambi🤍

11:48 PM

Hey.

Nothing more.

No explanation.

No “how have you been?”

No “i miss you.”

Just hey.

You laughed quietly to yourself.

Of course he would come back into your life with the most Lee Heeseung text imaginable.

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard.

You typed.

“what do you want?”

Deleted.

“why are you texting me?”

Deleted.

“Hi.”

Deleted.

You tossed your phone onto the bed and buried your face in your hands.

This was ridiculous.

You were ridiculous.

It had been months.

Months since the breakup.

Months since you promised yourself you were moving on.

And yet one message had you acting like a teenager with her first crush. And that’s because no matter how hard you tried to believe that you moved on and that his absence doesn’t affect you, it does. Because your heart knows what it wants, and that’s him.

Then,

Your phone buzzed again.

You froze.

Slowly, you picked it up.

A second message.

Your heartbeat quickened.

“if this is still your number lol.”

You stared at it.

Then, despite yourself, you smiled.

The tiny “lol” at the end felt familiar.

Comforting.

Dangerous.

The kind of familiar that made people forget why things ended in the first place.

Before you could overthink it, your fingers moved on their own.

“it is.”

You hit send.

The message delivered instantly.

And just like that, after months of silence, the distance between you and Heeseung became two little words on a screen.

it is.

The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

And for the first time in a very long time, you found yourself waiting for him again.

[n1shinik]

🌌 DIAL TRAGEDY—L.HS

概括 — 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝚠arnings : slight smut. mostly fluff between heeseung and reader as they take the time to grow their bond back after months of silence. includes pet names such as gorgeous, baby, princess that’s really it for now.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader

pt.3

You answered it.

“Hello?”

Silence.

Not complete silence—just the kind filled with soft breathing on the other end.

You frowned, pulling one side of your headphones off.

“…Hello?”

A shaky exhale.

Then—

“Hi.”

Your breath caught.

You would’ve recognized that voice anywhere.

Months.

It had been months since you’d last heard it. Months since the breakup. Months since the last phone call that had ended with both of you crying and neither of you knowing what to say.

And yet, hearing him now felt terrifyingly familiar.

“Heeseung?”

A quiet laugh.

“Yeah.”

The room suddenly felt too small.

You stared at your computer screen, the video still playing in the background, forgotten.

Neither of you spoke.

Neither of you hung up.

“You changed your number?” he finally asked.

“No,” you said softly. “I’ve had the same number.”

“Oh.”

There was a pause.

“I guess I was just hoping it wouldn’t be.”

You frowned.

“Why?”

Another quiet laugh, this one more nervous.

“Because if it was still your number, then that meant you were the one picking up.”

Your grip on your phone tightened.

“And that’s bad?”

“No,” he said quickly.

Then, quieter—

“It’s just… I wasn’t sure you’d want to talk to me.”

The confession settled heavily between you.

You looked down at your contact list still open on your phone.

bambi🤍

A white heart you had never removed.

“You called me,” you pointed out.

“I know.”

“Then why do you sound surprised that I answered?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Because,” he said softly, “I was hoping you would.”

And somehow, that was worse.