pov: heeseung had always been feared by everyone in school. he wasn’t the loud kind of troublemaker who constantly started chaos, but he carried that reputation people stayed away from. black jacket half-zipped, messy hair, sharp eyes that always looked bored—he moved through the halls like he didn’t care who looked at him. he had the image of a bad boy everyone warned others about. and then there was you—the quiet transferee girl. you had only been in school for a few weeks, soft-spoken and polite, the kind who kept to herself. while everyone else already knew where to sit, who to avoid, and how things worked, you were still learning. including him. the first real interaction happened behind the gym after class. you had been taking a shortcut when you spotted heeseung leaning against the wall. his lip was split slightly, and there was a scrape near his cheekbone. he looked irritated, wiping something from his knuckles. you stopped. “you’re hurt.” he barely glanced at you. “and?” you awkwardly held up the small pouch from your bag. “i have bandages.” “don’t need it.” his cold answer should’ve ended it. but instead, you walked closer. heeseung straightened immediately, eyes narrowing. “what are you doing?” “holding still.” before he could move, you gently pressed tissue against the cut near his face. he flinched slightly, clearly not used to anyone getting that close. “you’re bleeding,” you muttered softly. “i noticed.” you ignored the sarcasm. after cleaning it, you pulled out a bandage. heeseung stared. it had a tiny cartoon bear print. “seriously?” you blinked. “it’s all i have.” “absolutely not.” you frowned. “you’re already injured. don’t be dramatic.” that made him pause. nobody talked to him like that. before he could protest, you carefully placed the bandage over his cheek. a bright little cartoon bear sat on the coldest boy in school. you stepped back, satisfied. “there.” heeseung touched it slowly, expression unreadable. “you’re weird.” you smiled. “you’re welcome.” and for the first time—he didn’t tell you to leave. later, you found out you were in the same class. at first, it was simple. you didn’t know him much. whenever your eyes accidentally met, you’d offer a small polite smile. heeseung never smiled back, but he always looked. too long. then one afternoon, someone from class pulled you aside. “you should stay away from him.” you frowned. “why?” they lowered their voice. “it’s heeseung.” like that explained everything. after that, doubt settled in. you started sitting farther away. stopped smiling first. avoided unnecessary conversations. heeseung noticed. and apparently—didn’t like it. it started small. he’d suddenly take the seat beside you in class. borrow your pen despite having his own, and walk beside you after lectures like it was normal. “why are you avoiding me?” he asked one day bluntly. you blinked. “i’m not.” heeseung raised a brow. you looked away. ”people said i should.” his jaw tightened slightly. “and you listened?” you didn’t answer. for a moment, he was quiet. then he muttered, almost bitterly, “figures.” something in his tone made guilt twist in your chest. after that, you stopped pulling away. slowly, awkwardly—you let him in. and heeseung, surprisingly, was easier to know than expected. still rough around the edges, still blunt, and still always looking annoyed. but he walked you to class when halls got crowded. silently passed you snacks when you forgot lunch. once, when you fell asleep in the library, you woke up to his jacket over your shoulders. “you drool when you sleep,” he said flatly. you gasped and immediately checked. he looked away, hiding a smile. little by little—you became close. then one evening, on your way home, everything changed. the streets were quieter than usual. the sun had nearly set, and you had chosen a shortcut to save time. that was when a group of older boys blocked your path. your steps stopped. one of them smirked. “where you going alone?” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp - @jayaein_