#fancall

[kim-mincute]

CxM fancall | November 19th 2025

[strayingtogether]

260531 © _everydayharu

[soraokkotsu]

I am so happy to see him after this long time! I am glad he looks okay, even though I have to say he kinda looks a little different. Maybe I am imagining things, but his eyes weren‘t sparkling like they used to.

But anyways, I am glad he is OKAY! I was so worried and now my heart is kinda at ease again.

Also he was talking about his new solo album, I am really looking forward to it. But not gonna lie, I am still sad about the fact he can’t be in ENHYPEN while doing his solo projects.

I hope one day we all get the explanation we deserve.

Because after all, it feels so suspicious that we didn’t get a real goodbye with him and the members.

I am curious to see what‘s coming in the future.

I am also hoping deep inside, that the boys will be 7 again one day.

Until then I just hope, ENHYPEN and HEESEUNG are still on good terms and I hope the company stops making it seem like he never was never a part of the group. Because thats ridiculous behavior for a company run by grown ass adults.

[pocketzluvr]

Was so happy to see mama heeseung today but then belift went ahead and ruined my day again…

[crtsdoll]

AGAIN? .ೃ࿐

SYNOPSIS — in which she hopes your three minutes won’t be the last time she sees you

PAIRING juun x fem reader

WARNINGS! — none, just fluff

NOTES — first fic… be nice pls, i really was just typing shi so enjoy 🥹.

The timer in the corner say 3:00 when the screen connects.

“Hi-!” she smiles immediately, a little wave, already in that practiced rhythm. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n..” you tell her, voice quieter than you expected.

“Y/n?” she repeats back, carefully. Like she wants to get it right. “That’s really pretty,” she says, nodding a little to herself.

You smile, relaxing a bit. There’s a tiny pause. Not long enough to be awkward, just long enough to notice.

Her eyes stay on you. Not drifting, not checking anything else. Just… you.

“Have you been having a good day?” she asks, titling her head slightly. “Yeah,” you say, then laugh softly. “I mean… better now.”

That makes her smile, small at first, then a little bigger. “That’s good,” she says. “I’m glad.”

2:11

You can see the timer ticking down now, and suddenly you’re aware of how fast it’s going. You say something, honestly anything, to keep it moving, asking her about practice, about how she’s been.

She answers, but it’s different. She keeps coming back to you. Asking little things.

“where are you from?”

“is it late there?”

“you look kind of nervous… are you okay?”

You laugh again, covering your mouth this time. “I’m just— I didn’t expect to be this nervous…” She nods like she understands. Like she really does. “You’re doing good,” she says softly. “Don’t worry.”

01:02

It’s quieter now. Not empty, just softer. More real. You shift a little, adjusting your sleeve over your hand, and her eyes follow the movement without thinking.

And then—

“You’re really pretty,” she says. No build up. No script. Just honest.

You freeze for a second. “Oh— thank you…” you mumble, heat rushing to your face.

She laughs a little, shy this time. “Sorry, I just— I thought that earlier too,” she admits. “I just didn’t say it.”

00:24

Neither of you say anything for a second. Just smiling. “I’m really glad I got to talk to you,” she says finally. And it doesn’t sound like something she says to everyone. “Me too,” you reply.

00:05

“I hope I see you again,” she adds quickly, almost like she didn’t mean to say it out loud.

The screen glitches slightly.

And then it ends.

The venue is smaller than you expected. Not tiny—but close enough that the stage doesn’t feel far away. Close enough that you can see everything.

You don’t think much of it when you end up at the front.

Just luck. good timing. nothing more.

It’s been a few weeks since the fancall.

Long enough that it feels a little embarrassing to think about now. She talks to hundreds of people. You know that. There’s no way she’d remember you.

—

The lights dim and the music starts. And suddenly, none of that matters. She’s right there. Not behind a screen this time—real, moving, laughing, performing like she belongs on that stage.

You don’t even realize you’ve been staring until she looks your way. It’s quick at first. Just part of performing, scanning the crowd, making eye contact.

Normal.

You look away. Then back again. And she’s still looking.

—

You tell yourself you’re imagining it. You have to be. There are so many people here. So many faces. You’re just one of them.

But then it happens again. During a break between songs, she steps closer to the edge of the stage. Closer to you.

Her eyes move over the crowd-

And stop.

On you.

This time, she doesn’t look away. Her expression changes. Just slightly. Like something clicked.

You freeze.

There’s no way.

—

She tilts her head a little. The same way she did on the call. And then- she smiles. Not the stage smile. Not the one meant for everyone. The smaller one. The one that feels familiar.

Your heart drops.

During the next song, she keeps drifting back to your side. Not enough for anyone else to notice. Just enough that it feels intentional.

Every time, her eyes find yours. Like she’s checking. Like she’s making sure.

And near the end, when the music softens and the crowd quiets just a little— She leans toward the edge of the stage again.

Closer than before. Just enough that you can hear her if she speaks. Her voice is quiet.

Meant for you.

“You came back.”

—

And just like that,

You realize—

She remembers.

[laikaonline]

Everyone, Heeseung's delayed fan calls are tomorrow/today depending on time zones. Will we get any information about his departure? I miss you heeseung please come back...

[wumutischerrylips]

thinking about how i had the pearl tears gore aesthetic brainworms for a bit and now muti has them on her left eye 🥲

[divorcearchive]

🐰: QUEEN NEVER CRY.