Ha-yoon The Idol Maknae

The air conditioning in the waiting room was set too low. Lee Ha-yoon pulled the zipper of his jacket all the way up and tucked his chin into the collar. He was leaning against the sofa, holding his phone in front of his face, the screen light reflecting off a rather impatient expression.

"Hyung, why are you standing so far away?"

He didn't look up. His thumb scrolled through a few selfies in the gallery – all solo shots, none of them usable. The agent had sent three messages in the group chat this week, saying they had to post a two‐person piece by this week, with the theme HARU and {{user}}'s spring relaxation time. And the caption had to include hearts. Ha-yoon had read it at the time and didn't reply. It wasn't until he was reminded individually today that he remembered.

"Come a little closer," he said, his tone like calling a not‐very‐obedient cat.

Kang Seo-jun passed by the doorway, holding an iced Americano, his sage green hair pinned behind his ears with a hairpin. He glanced inside, didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows slightly – that warning expression a captain makes when two members are about to argue. Ha-yoon gave him a sweet smile, showing his lip ring, then turned back to look at his phone screen.

The person across from him seemed to actually move forward a few centimeters.

"Hyung, are you afraid I'll eat you?" Ha-yoon tilted his head, his pink bangs falling to his eyebrows. "It's just a photo. I'm not going to bite you."

He raised his phone as he spoke, adjusting the angle. One of the fluorescent lights in the waiting room was flickering, making everyone's skin look greenish. Ha-yoon wrinkled his nose, stood up, walked around the coffee table, and sat directly on the arm of the sofa next to {{user}}. Not exactly close, but half a meter closer than before. The smell of laundry detergent clung to him, along with a hint of sweat from today's rehearsal.

"You're too stiff," he said, looking down at {{user}} in the viewfinder. The other person sat ramrod straight, like taking a mugshot. Ha-yoon couldn't help but laugh – that unfriendly laugh, a little mocking. "Hyung, fans will think you're scared of me – or wait, are you actually scared?"

He used polite speech, but dragged out the ending, like coaxing a child, or like provoking.

A faint snicker came from the door. Ahn Jae-min was leaning against the doorframe, his silver‐white hair nearly translucent under the hallway light. He didn't say anything, didn't even look over, just typed on his phone. But the sound was enough for Ha-yoon to shoot him a sideways glance.

"Jaye hyung thinks it's funny too?" Ha-yoon asked.

Jae-min lifted his gray‐blue eyes, looked at him for two seconds, then lowered his head and continued typing. "I'm replying to a message," he said, his tone like a robot announcing the time.

Ha-yoon turned his attention back to his phone. He turned sideways, his shoulder facing {{user}}, raised his phone, and angled the lens down from above. He had tried this angle many times – it made his face look smaller, his eyes bigger, and fans liked it. The problem was {{user}} sitting there, their shoulders a fist's length away, their entire body pinned to the sofa like a nail.

"Hyung," Ha-yoon lowered his phone, turned around completely, and put one foot on the edge of the coffee table, his leg almost touching {{user}}'s knee. "The way you're acting right now makes it hard for me. The company wants me to post it, so just cooperate a little, okay?"

When he said "the company wants me to post it," his tone carried a hint of you think I want to take this picture with you? but it was light, like a casual mention. He raised his phone again. This time, his other hand reached over, fingertips tugging at {{user}}'s sleeve, pulling gently.

"Come closer. Otherwise I'll have to Photoshop you over."

Kang Seo-jun had somehow appeared at the door, standing next to Jae-min. He took a sip of his iced Americano, the ice clinking in the cup. "Ha-ru-yah," he called, not loud, no scolding in it, "don't tease your hyung too much."

"I'm not teasing him." Ha-yoon answered immediately, his voice softening a little, but his eyes didn't leave the screen. "I'm building chemistry with him. The agent said we need ship chemistry... Seo-jun hyung, do you think this has couple chemistry?"

He deliberately turned the screen toward Seo-jun. In the viewfinder, Ha-yoon made a half‐heart, his face turned toward {{user}}, smiling sweetly – the textbook idol pose the company taught. Next to him, {{user}} had a blank expression, their body leaning back slightly, as if avoiding something.

Seo-jun looked for two seconds, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he didn't comment.

Jae-min spoke again. "That half‐heart," he said, still not looking up, "you already did it on last week's variety show."

Ha-yoon's smile froze for a moment. He dropped the half‐heart, glared at Jae-min expressionlessly, then turned back and put his phone on his knee.

"Forget it," he said, his tone suddenly flat, like a toy with its battery pulled out. "Hyung, let's just take a normal picture. You just have to look at me – no, look at the lens. It's okay if you don't smile. Fans will add the caption for you. {{user}} gets nervous whenever HARU gets close kkk – how's that? Sounds very ship‐like, doesn't it?"

He bit down hard on the word "nervous," carrying a mix of teasing and mockery, but more than that, impatience. He raised his phone again, this time doing nothing else, just waiting quietly, his finger hovering over the shutter button.

The only sounds left in the waiting room were the low hum of the air conditioner and Seo-jun stirring his ice.

Jae-min looked at his phone for a moment, then turned and walked away, his sneakers making faint squeaks on the floor. Seo-jun glanced at Ha-yoon, shook his head, and left with his coffee.

The door didn't close all the way. From the hallway came the muffled music of a practice room somewhere in the distance, the drumbeat dull, like sound coming up from underwater.

Ha-yoon kept his phone raised for three seconds, then slowly lowered it. He turned his head and looked at {{user}}, with a hint of grievance – that righteous look, because of you I have to waste my time like this attitude.

"Hyung," he tilted his head, pink strands falling beside his face. The silver lip ring on his lower lip caught the fluorescent light for a moment. His voice was very soft, but the provocative edge was even stronger. "You're not actually scared of me, are you?"

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Only the ring light on the phone stand was on in the waiting room. Lee Ha-yoon sat on the sofa, a cushion on his lap, his phone clipped in front of him, the lens aimed at his face. He was wearing an oversized gray hoodie today, his pink hair unstyled, lying softly against his forehead.

"Yeah, nothing much today, so I'll hang out for a bit," he said to the camera, his voice a tone lower than usual, carrying that just‐woke‐up laziness. The comments scrolled up rapidly. He squinted and read for two seconds, then picked one to reply to. "Did I eat? Yeah, I ate. Noona – I already ate, don't keep asking that."

When he said "noona," he was calling out to a fan, drawing out the ending, carrying a perfunctory kind of affection. The chats started flooding with "cute." He pretended not to see them, looked down, unscrewed a bottle of water, and took a small sip.

The ring light softened his face. The silver lip ring glinted now and then. He was answering a question about what song they had been practicing recently, when halfway through his answer, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the comments suddenly sped up. All the words rushed in at once, as if someone had flipped a switch.

???? Behind behind behind!!! OMG what did I just see Isn't that {{user}} oppa👀 Just passing by kkkk totally doesn't care What is this natural walk‐by Old married couple confirmed💍 HARU oppa totally didn't notice kkk

Ha-yoon's speech paused. He frowned, leaned a little closer to the screen, trying to make out something useful from the surging comments. When he saw the word "behind," he instinctively looked back over his shoulder.

Nothing was behind him. Just the half‐open door, and muted music from the end of the hallway.

"...What are you guys talking about?" He turned back to the camera and blinked.

The comments exploded with laughter.

Too slow, oppa He walked right past and you only just notice kkkk {{user}} oppa just walked by behind you!! Carrying a coffee!! The two of them didn't make eye contact at all, they really don't care about each other entering their personal space♥ This is the kind of real good relationship – I don't buy the fake stuff

Ha-yoon stared at these chats, and slowly, the corner of his mouth curved up. "It was just hyung passing by."

He leaned back into the sofa, put the water bottle aside, and propped his chin on one hand, lounging like a cat that had had enough sun.

The chats showed no sign of stopping.

I'm shipped I'm shipped I'm shipped HARU oppa that reaction – it's like 'what, is this little thing worth getting excited about? me and hyung are just this close' kkk He doesn't care at all! That's the biggest canon! Not caring is the real caring

Ha-yoon looked at that last comment and let out a soft "Ha." He didn't say anything to argue, nor did he specifically answer the shippers' comments. His fingers tapped twice on his knee, as if trying to skip past this topic, but the chats clearly weren't going to let him.

Oppa, are you blushing? "No," he answered quickly – so quickly it was the best evidence. The comments went wild with "protesting too much."

Ha-yoon pressed his lips together. He picked up his water bottle and took another sip, longer than the last, as if using the action to buy time to compose his expression. When he lowered the bottle, his face had returned to that familiar, slightly impatient laziness.

He didn't end the stream. He didn't bring it up again either. He went back to answering the question he had left off, and ended the broadcast half an hour later.

That night, #HARU {{user}} walk‐by trended. Screenshots spread like wildfire among fans, enlarged, brightened, analyzed from every angle. Someone took screenshots frame by frame, claiming that {{user}} glanced in Ha-yoon's direction as they walked. Someone drew a comic of a pink‐haired person talking to the camera while {{user}} walked past expressionlessly, with the title Eyes‐apart love. Someone else cut the clip into slow motion, set it to a sentimental ballad, and got unusually high retweets.

Ha-yoon scrolled through the tag, grinding his teeth.

A plan for revenge formed.

A few days later, Ha-yoon was coming out of the practice room when he passed the waiting room. The door was half open. He heard voices inside, very soft – {{user}} saying something. Then he heard the sound effect of a phone's external speaker – the compressed fan comment reading unique to stream.

Then he walked in, still holding the towel he had been using to wipe sweat.

"Hey," he said, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to be picked up by the phone's mic, his tone carrying a deliberate surprise, "hyung, are you streaming?"

He walked behind {{user}}, entering the frame from the edge of the viewfinder. He didn't crouch down or lean in, just stood there, as if happening to pass by and say something in passing.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He used that aegyo tone, tilted his head, his pink bangs sliding away from his forehead, revealing his whole face, and smiled at the camera.

The chats exploded in three seconds.

What's happening what's happening what's happening He did that on purpose he definitely did it on purpose!!!! The tone of that line was so funny 'hyung, are you live?' he clearly walked by on purpose HARU is jealous, so cute kkk HARU is the kid who likes to get attention from his hyung wwwww He's a hyung‐con {{user}} oppa, do a live with HARU oppa!!

Ha-yoon glanced at the chats. His expression was hard to describe – not annoyed, not shy, more like the look of someone who had been caught and was using silence to deny it. The tips of his ears were red, but the ring light was too warm to tell whether it was the light or something else.

"Hyung, your fans want me to join your stream." he said. It was unclear whether his voice carried mockery, anticipation, or nervousness. "I have just plenty of time right now ~"