Title: “Out of His League”: a Formula 1 x Kpop fanfiction
Pairing: Heeseung ( ENHYPEN ) x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )
Warnings: None.
Genre: Slow-burn Romance | Celebrity AU | Light Comedy
Summary: At a glitzy Monaco party, a blunt Ferrari F1 driver with no patience for fame meets ENHYPEN’s charming Heeseung—who’s shocked when his usual idol charisma fails to impress.
Monaco had always felt like a performance.
The streets, the yachts, the velvet ropes—it was all noise to you. The race had gone well enough. P3 wasn’t ideal, but you were still in the championship fight, and that’s what mattered. The team begged you to make an appearance at the afterparty hosted by one of your sponsors. Reluctantly, you agreed. Just an hour. Smile once. Don’t start a fight with any billionaires.
You found a quiet spot by the bar, watching the chaos unfold.
Models laughed too loudly. Someone from Red Bull was already drunk. Paparazzi swarmed near the entrance. You sipped your drink, uninterested.
Then they walked in.
A collective hush rippled through the room, cameras flashing like lightning. ENHYPEN—sharp suits, perfectly styled hair, that idol aura that couldn’t be faked. They moved like a unit, drawing attention without trying. You could hear someone whisper behind you, “It’s them.”
You didn’t flinch. Didn’t look. You’d heard of ENHYPEN in passing—some K-pop group that broke streaming records. But fame didn’t impress you. Most celebrities were just insecure people dressed in diamonds.
That’s when Lee Heeseung spotted you.
He slowed down, just for a moment, then said something to the others. Jungwon gave him a look that screamed “don’t embarrass yourself,” while Sunghoon smirked knowingly and nudged him forward. Ni-ki raised his brows like he was watching a sitcom unfold. Jake gave a thumbs-up from behind a champagne flute. Heeseung took a breath and walked toward you.
He approached with the confidence of someone used to being the most charming man in the room.
“Hey,” he said. “You’re the Ferrari guy, right?”
You looked at him. Tall, sharp eyes, too flawless for real life. “Depends who’s asking.”
“Heeseung,” he said, offering a hand. “From ENHYPEN.”
You gave him a glance. “You say that like I’m supposed to care.”
That visibly stunned him. He blinked. “I—most people usually...”
“Freak out? Scream? Ask for a selfie?” You took another sip of your drink. “I’m not most people.”
You studied him. He was used to control, used to people melting under his attention. But right now? He was floundering, and you found it kind of... entertaining.
“You don’t like celebrities?” he asked, trying to steady himself.
“I don’t like performance,” you replied. “And this whole scene? It’s a performance.”
He looked over his shoulder at his members. Sunoo was already pretending to eavesdrop from across the room, whispering something to Jay, who raised an eyebrow with interest. Jungwon mouthed something to Heeseung that looked suspiciously like “don’t screw this up.”
Heeseung turned back to you, slightly flushed. “Okay, but... what if I wasn’t trying to perform?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying this is you being real?”
“I’m saying I didn’t expect to get emotionally wrecked by a guy who looks like he’d rather be hit by a car than talk to me.”
You cracked a rare smile at that. “Emotionally wrecked?”
“Crushed,” he said, deadpan. “Demolished. You just hit my ego at 300 kilometers per hour.”
Now you were actually laughing. It caught him off guard. His eyes lit up.
“Was that a laugh?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
Too late. His grin widened, and the tension between you shifted—something more playful now, less brittle.
“You wanna get out of here?” he asked, surprising even himself.
You looked him over, intrigued despite yourself. “And go where?”
Heeseung shrugged. “Anywhere less fake.”
“You mean like a diner or a gas station?”
He tilted his head, thoughtful. “I could vibe with a gas station.”
“I’m not taking a K-pop star to a gas station.”
“You scared someone might recognize me?” he teased.
“I’m scared you’ll start dancing next to the frozen burritos.”
He laughed again, too loudly, earning a few glances from across the room. Sunghoon shot him a thumbs-up. Sunoo mimed wiping away a tear.
He looked back at you. “So, are you gonna keep making fun of me, or do I get to buy you a drink?”
You considered him. Not the image—the real Heeseung underneath. Slightly flustered, a little vulnerable, and refreshingly human.
“Only if you stop trying to impress me.”
He held up both hands. “No promises.”
You shook your head, amused. “Fine. One drink. No dancing.”
Title: “Crash Course in You”: a Formula 1 x Kpop fanfiction
Pairing: Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ) x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )
Genre: Romantic Comedy | Slow Burn | Celebrity AU
Warnings: None
Summary: A no-nonsense Ferrari F1 driver, known for his indifference to fame, unintentionally flusters ENHYPEN's Sunghoon—who's never had to work this hard to get noticed.
The engine's roar drowned out the world—just the way you liked it.
As Ferrari’s ace driver, you had two things: speed and solitude. The cameras, the screaming fans, the celebrity cameos? Background noise. You weren’t here for attention. You were here to win. Which was why, when the PR team mentioned “a collaboration with some K-pop group,” your only response was a half-hearted grunt.
You didn’t care who was famous. You weren’t impressed by stars.
So when you were cornered during media day in Monaco by a flash of silver hair, oversized sunglasses, and the scent of luxury cologne, your patience was already razor-thin.
“Oh—sorry!” the guy said, nearly spilling his iced drink as he stepped back. “Didn’t see you there.”
You looked up, unamused. The guy was annoyingly attractive in the way that screamed poster boy. Designer everything, glowing skin, that K-pop idol aura you couldn’t mistake.
“You alright?” he added, blinking at you like he genuinely cared.
“Fine.” You stepped aside. “You should watch where you're going.”
A beat.
He tilted his head, like he hadn’t expected that response. “Usually when people bump into me, they ask for a selfie.”
You deadpanned. “Congratulations.”
He laughed—too loudly, too awkwardly—and scratched the back of his neck. “I'm Sunghoon.”
You stared at him blankly. “Okay.”
He blinked, lips parting. “Wait… You don’t know who I am?”
“I don’t care who you are.”
Across the walkway, a group of seven guys watched the interaction unfold like it was a soap opera. You vaguely recognized them as the other ENHYPEN members. One of them—Jake, you think—whispered something that made the others snicker. Another, Heeseung, was outright grinning.
Sunghoon, now clearly flustered, glanced back at them with a glare. “Hyung, stop laughing!”
“I’m not!” Heeseung called back, obviously lying.
You shook your head and walked off. You had better things to do than play into idol drama.
----
But he kept showing up.
In the Ferrari garage the next day, sitting awkwardly in a guest chair, fiddling with a pair of team-branded earplugs like he belonged there.
“Back again?” you asked, not looking up from your telemetry sheet.
“They invited us,” Sunghoon said, smiling too brightly.
You side-eyed him. “That a problem for you?”
“N-no,” he said quickly, cheeks pink. “I mean, I just thought… you wouldn’t mind.”
“I mind pointless distractions.”
The words hit him like a slap. You expected him to back off, maybe huff and storm out. But instead, he looked down at his hands and said, more quietly, “I’m not trying to be a distraction.”
That pause was longer than it should’ve been.
Finally, you sighed and tossed the sheet aside. “Why are you even here?”
He blinked. “Ferrari invited us.”
“No,” you said. “You. Why do you keep showing up where I am?”
Sunghoon looked genuinely thrown. He fumbled with his words. “I—I don’t know. I guess I thought… you seemed different.”
“Different?”
“You don’t look at me like everyone else does.”
You crossed your arms. “Is that a good thing?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered, suddenly sheepish. “Maybe.”
From behind a stack of tires, Ni-ki whispered to Jungwon, “He’s crashing harder than you did at that fan meet.”
“Shut up,” Sunghoon muttered, ears turning red.
----
By race day, Sunghoon had completely lost his cool.
He watched from the paddock in a tight black Ferrari polo and sunglasses that barely hid how much he kept glancing toward your car. When you stepped out, suited and intense, he visibly froze.
Jay elbowed him. “You’re staring.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Shut up.”
You walked by, sparing him a glance and a slight nod. “You look nervous.”
Sunghoon jolted. “Me?! No. I mean—I’m not racing. Obviously.”
You almost smiled. “Good thing.”
That almost smile ruined him. He looked like he forgot how to breathe. Behind him, the other ENHYPEN members lost it completely.
“You’re so whipped,” Jake said, laughing.
“I am not!”
“Dude. You just bowed to him without realizing.”
Sunghoon groaned into his hands as the starting grid began to form behind them.
----
When you took pole, the first thing you saw after stepping out of the car was Sunghoon—cheering awkwardly, looking proud and unsure all at once. You gave him a single nod, just like before.
Later, while the press mobbed you, you felt a tap on your arm. It was him again, holding a bottle of water and looking like he’d rehearsed what he was about to say fifty times.
“Hey,” he said, quieter than before. “Can I ask you something?”
You raised a brow.
He bit his lip. “After this… want to grab coffee or something?”
You stared at him. He looked ready to melt under your gaze.
“…If I say yes,” you said slowly, “you’re not going to faint, are you?”
He blinked. “N-no!”
“…Then maybe.”
His jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”
You smirked. “But only if your fan club over there behaves.”
The boys behind him collectively cheered like you’d just proposed.
Sunghoon turned red all the way to his ears. “Oh my god…”
And for the first time in a long while, you didn’t mind the noise.
Summary: When a grounded firefighter and a global idol cross paths during a blaze, sparks fly—both literal and emotional.
The fire was under control. Smoke curled up into the night sky as the red-and-blue strobes painted chaotic beauty over the crowd. You stepped out of the building, ash coating your gear, and peeled off your helmet, revealing damp hair and tired eyes.
And that’s when Jungkook saw you.
He hadn’t meant to be there. The boys had just finished a late-night recording nearby when the sirens wailed past their van. Namjoon suggested they walk the last block to their dorm. Curiosity and adrenaline dragged them toward the flashing lights.
“Damn,” Taehyung said, nudging Jungkook’s side. “That firefighter looks like a drama lead.”
Jungkook didn’t answer. He was staring. Hard.
You looked like a storm—commanding, calm, and untouchably cool. Even covered in soot, you were something out of a dream. You scanned the crowd and caught Jungkook’s gaze for a second. He froze. You nodded, a small polite gesture, and walked toward your crew.
“I think I just fell in love with a firefighter,” Jungkook murmured.
Hoseok grinned. “He caught your eye?”
“He caught everything.”
----
Two weeks later
You didn’t recognize the guy at first when he walked into the fire station’s charity event. You were manning the dunk tank, laughing as kids tried (and failed) to send your buddy into the water. Then you heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat theatrically.
“I’ll give a generous donation if I get one throw.”
You looked up. Black bucket hat. Loose tee. Tattoos peeking out of sleeves. Big doe eyes.
Holy shit. It was Jungkook.
“You a fan of firefighters or just enjoy dunking people?” you asked, wiping your hands on a towel.
He grinned. “Bit of both. But mostly here for… you.”
You blinked.
“I saw you at that apartment fire. You looked like you stepped out of an action movie.”
“Yeah? You looked like you stepped off a runway.”
Jungkook laughed, surprised and clearly pleased. He handed over a donation—generous, just like he promised—and hit the target with a perfect pitch, sending your friend crashing into the water.
“You play baseball in your spare time?” you asked.
“Just good at hitting my mark,” he replied, eyes glinting.
----
Over the next few weeks
You started seeing more of him. Quiet coffee dates in the early mornings, texts when he was on tour, and late-night calls where you both sounded half asleep but didn’t want to hang up. He showed up once with bubble tea for your entire team, charming the hell out of everyone, even the captain.
The guys?
Oh, they were something else.
Namjoon was all questions about fire science. Jin tried to set you up with his cousin until Jungkook nearly choked on his own drink. Jimin called you “Mr. Fireman Sir” until you threatened to spray him with the hose. Taehyung wanted to try on your gear (he did—and took a hundred selfies). Hoseok and Yoongi? Surprisingly chill. Yoongi even gave you a nod of approval once. “You’re good for him,” he said simply. “Don’t mess it up.”
----
One night, after your shift
You came home late, exhausted, smelling like smoke and adrenaline. Your phone buzzed. Jungkook.
You okay?
Yeah. Just got off. You up?
Always. Come over.
You didn’t hesitate.
When you arrived, he met you at the door in sweats and a soft oversized hoodie. No makeup. No cameras. Just Jungkook.
“You look like you’ve been through hell,” he murmured, fingers brushing your cheek.
“You always say that like it’s a compliment.”
“It is. You run into burning buildings and still make my heart feel like it’s the one on fire.”
You kissed him then. Tired. Hungry. Grateful. Everything melted into that one kiss, slow and deep. He tugged you inside, and the door clicked shut behind you.
----
Later, lying tangled in his sheets
“You scare me sometimes,” he whispered against your skin.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never wanted someone this much. And you do the most dangerous job in the world.”
You kissed the top of his head.
“I’ll come back to you. Every time.”
He clutched your shirt tighter.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
----
And you did.
Every time the bell rang and you rushed toward danger, he waited. He sent texts. He showed up at your station. And when he was on stage in front of thousands, his eyes searched for one face in the crowd—yours.
(You take Jennie’s opinion into consideration and look for a reliable flight attendant. Some important decisions are made for the future of the company and a possible recruitment of someone special.)
A few days have passed since you and Jennie fucked for the first time. The morning after, Jennie complained of soreness from your length and how wide you stretched her, “Daddy, I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk correctly for the next few days. Is it okay if I take a day or two off?”
You smile at Jennie and smack her ass, “Sure. You can tell your members you have a stomach bug, and I’ll let the coach know the group will take a break from practice.
“Thanks, Daddy,” giving you a hug.
The first thing she did after recuperating was text you early in the morning, “Daddy, I’m all better now. How about going another round?”
You message her back, “It’s 6 in the morning, and you’re thinking about sex?”
“Yes, these past two days, I couldn’t think about anything besides your big cock stretching my small pussy.”
“Okay, how about tonight?”
“Actually, I’m outside your door, hehe”
You roll your eyes, get up from bed, walk towards the door, and check the screen, “Daddy, open up.” Jennie immediately lunges herself at you after you open the door, “Daddy, I missed you!”
“I missed you too, but you’re up so early.”
“It’s the only time I can sneak out without the members noticing.”
You smirk at her and say, “You’re a bad girl. Daddy needs to punish you for sneaking out.”
Jennie smiles, and your comment, “Daddy needs to punish me with his big cock. He should fuck me roughly and pump me with cum.”
You don’t even respond and instead, pick her up, walk towards the guest room, and toss her onto the bed.
The two of you fuck until eight in the morning, showering together and having a light breakfast. “What are you reading there?”
“Just some resumes. I just purchased an airplane and am now looking for a flight attendant. These are some resumes I got sent over by one of my assistants.”
Jennie looks over your shoulder at the various applicants' pictures, “Oh, she looks pretty,” she says as she gets one of the applications.
“You think so?”
“Yeah, you can see it in her eyes.”
“Hmm… you might be right.”
“What about hiring Jisoo’s sister? She’s about to graduate from flight attendant school.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, she’s really pretty. With her pale white skin and nice body, she might be your type.”
“Do you have a picture of her?”
Jennie pulls out her phone and scrolls through her photo album of Jisoo with her sister, “Here, take a look.”
“Wow, she's beautiful.”
“Right? You should hire her. Did you know that many flight attendants struggle to find work because it's a competitive field?”
“No, I didn’t know. Maybe I’ll let one of my assistants contact her.”
“I’ll ask Jisoo about it and let you know.”
“Thanks.”
——————
“Sir, Bang Si-hyuk replied back.”
“What did he say?”
“He said that he accepts your offer and is more than happy to partner with us.”
“Good, get the paperwork ready so we can have a final meeting. Also, tell him that I want to invest in his boy group, the one with the seven members.”
“Yes, I’ll get right on it.”
“What about Park Jin-young?”
He replied too, but asked for a bit more funding.”
“How much does he want?”
“About ten or fifteen percent more.”
“Haha, that man is greedy.”
“He is, sir; what do you want me to reply?”
“Tell him that I’ll accept, but I want the full transfer of his upcoming girl group to our site and any other female trainee in the future. I’ll send you more information.
“Thank you, sir.”
——————
A few weeks went by since Jennie mentioned Jisoo’s sister, the flight attendant. After giving it some thought, you considered her opinion and asked one of your hiring assistants to look into hiring Jisoo’s sister. Luckily, she was easy to get in touch with after getting the information from Jennie.
“Hello, my name is Kim Ji-Yoon. I’ll be your flight hostess starting today,” she said as she bowed.
“Nice to meet you. Take a seat.”
Ji-yoon takes the seat across from you, and IU goes over the contract. “You will be a salaried worker. Here is the amount of money the company is offering,” sliding the piece of paper towards her.
Ji-yoon opened it, and her eyes widened. “Are you sure? This is a lot of money, much more than what they pay someone who’s working in the business for years.”
You respond, “Yes, I want to ensure you are rewarded nicely and expect your utmost discretion. You’re also Jisoo’s older sister, so I wanted to do something nice.”
“Thank you so much. I will do my best not to disappoint you.”
“I’m sure you won’t. Also, our first trip is going to be in a couple of days, so I hope you’re ready.”
“That's great, sir; where will we be going?”
“Japan.”
—————
“We will be landing in Japan shortly, sir.”
“Thank you, Ji-Yoon.”
“Would you like to drink?”
“I’m fine, thank you, though.”
“My pleasure,” she said, and she made her way to the attendant area on the plane.
You watch as she walks down the passage, her nice-length skirt giving you a glaze at her toned thighs, “Damn, what a view.”
The purpose of today is to visit and hopefully recruit a potential trainee after getting a couple of letters of recommendation from a dance studio. The head choreographer linked the company's recruitment account to multiple videos of their student. She praised her students' stage performance and talent, suggesting that someone visit and see them in person.
The recruiters watched the videos were attached and gave you an idea of what to focus on after watching. You watch each video multiple times and can’t help but be amazed by her beauty and elegance. The way she performs is something that many people can imitate unless they’re a natural.
After settling down at your hotel, you get in contact with the head choreographer and let them know that you will be arriving later that day. She thanks you for visiting and the opportunity to see one of her students.
You arrived at the location before opening and were given a studio tour. Walking around, see the pictures of all the trainees, “Is this one her?” as you point at the photo.
“Yes, that’s her.”
“Okay, nice to know.”
“She’ll be coming to the studio in about twenty minutes.”
“You seem nervous.”
“I am. She’s been with us for so long; we know that she can do much more out there.”
“You seem to care for her a lot.”
“Yes, which is why I emailed the company so you can see for yourselves.”
The person arrives twenty minutes later and sets their bag before entering the changing room. They come out in sweats and t-shirts and walk toward the center of the room before playing the starting the music. You hear the song begin, focusing on their dance movements and expressions.
You watch her dance to various types of music, but the one that caught your attention was when she danced ballet. The way she presented herself and moved with such elegance was heartwarming. You know that you needed to recruit her at all costs.
The music stops, and you slowly walk out of the office and greet both the choreographer and the dancer. “That was amazing. Great job.”
The dancer bows, “Thank you so much for your compliment.”
“No, no, you deserve it.”
You see her get shy and play with her fingers from the attention. The choreographer steps in and says, as she points at you, “This is the person I told you about. He’s from Olympus Entertainment and came to see you perform.”
She bows and says, “Thank you for visiting us. I’m Myoui Mina. It's nice to meet you.”
