#roasting

Pairing: Lee Heeseung (Evan) × Fem!Reader

Genre: Romcom • Enemies to Lovers • Idol AU • Social Media AU • Mystery Identity • Slow Burn • Fluff • Humor

Synopsis: Y/N anonymously roasts idols online for fun. Unfortunately, solo artist Evan becomes obsessed with finding the person behind the account—and accidentally falls for her along the way.

WC: 5.5K!

There were many dangerous people in the entertainment industry.

Sasaengs.

Dispatch reporters.

Anti-fans.

Former trainees with grudges.

But none of them terrified celebrities quite as much as the anonymous account called:

@VillainFanclubPres

Three million followers.

Daily posts.

No identity.

No face.

No clues.

Just relentless, devastatingly funny observations about idols.

The account never spread rumors.

Never crossed serious boundaries.

Never attacked appearances.

Instead, it specialized in something far worse.

Humiliation.

The harmless kind.

The kind that left celebrities staring at their phones wondering why millions of people were laughing.

"Evan's stylist dresses him like a man who inherited an ancient castle and refuses to pay taxes."

152k reposts.

"This comeback teaser looks like a rich vampire who lost custody of his children."

291k reposts.

"If confidence could sing, we'd never need vocal lessons."

347k reposts.

The public loved it.

Fans secretly loved it.

Even idols occasionally liked the posts from burner accounts.

But one person absolutely did not.

Lee Heeseung.

Known worldwide as Evan.

South Korea's most successful solo artist.

Singer.

Producer.

Fashion ambassador.

Award winner.

Chart destroyer.

National heartthrob.

And unfortunately—

The favorite target of Villain Fanclub President.

At, 3:15 a.m. Heeseung sat inside his luxury penthouse staring at his phone.

Offended.

Deeply offended.

"Rich vampire who lost custody of his children?"

he repeated.

Across from him, his producer and manager nearly fell off the couch laughing.

"That's hilarious."

"It isn't."

"It kind of is."

"I don't even look like a vampire."

Manager took one look at the teaser photo.

"You absolutely do."

The account had become a problem.

Not because it hurt his career.

It didn't.

If anything, engagement increased every time the account mentioned him.

No.

The problem was that Heeseung couldn't stop thinking about it.

About them.

Whoever they were.

Who runs an account this funny?

Who notices things like this?

Who keeps targeting me?

At first it was annoyance.

Then curiosity.

Then obsession.

An unhealthy obsession.

Because Lee Heeseung decided he was going to find them.

Meanwhile—

The culprit sat in a university lecture hall.

Completely unaware.

───

Y/N Y/L/N.

Twenty-two.

Third-year university student.

Visual Communication major.

Part-time freelance designer.

Full-time menace.

Nobody suspected her.

Not her classmates.

Not her professors.

Not even her best friend.

───

Kim Minji.

Communications major.

Professional gossip collector.

───

"Did you see Villain Fanclub's latest post?"

Minji whispered during class.

Y/N nearly choked.

"No."

"Liar."

"Maybe."

"It was hilarious."

Y/N looked away.

Immediately.

"Yeah."

"Imagine being that funny."

Y/N smiled into her notebook.

Because she was.

She had started the account during her first year of university.

Purely as a joke.

A place to post observations while procrastinating assignments.

Then one post went viral.

Then another.

Then another.

Now she had three million followers.

And a growing list of celebrities who wanted her arrested.

Including Evan.

Apparently.

Because one night she received a notification.

───

EVANOFFICIAL: You're not funny.

───

Y/N laughed so hard she scared her roommate.

───

A week later.

Evan went live.

Millions watched.

───

He answered fan questions.

Talked about music.

Discussed his upcoming album.

Everything seemed normal.

Until comments flooded the chat.

───

FIND VILLAIN FANCLUB PRESIDENT.

EVAN VS VILLAIN FANCLUB.

PLEASE REVEAL THEM.

───

Heeseung laughed.

Then leaned closer to the camera.

"I'm going to find them."

The chat exploded.

"Whoever you are..."

His grin widened.

"I'm finding you."

───

Across Seoul.

Y/N paused mid-sip.

"..."

Three seconds later she spilled coffee everywhere.

Because another notification appeared.

EVANOFFICIAL started following you.

"What?!"

For the first time in years.

Y/N felt nervous.

───

Months later.

Her university announced a collaboration project.

───

Students would create promotional concepts for major entertainment companies.

The winning team would present directly to industry professionals.

Including—

Evan.

"Absolutely not."

Minji stared.

"Are you insane?"

"I don't need to meet him."

"You're going."

And somehow.

She did.

───

The day of the presentation arrived.

Students filled the auditorium.

Nervous energy everywhere.

Professors pacing.

Cameras recording.

Industry representatives watching.

Then he walked in.

Lee Heeseung.

Not Evan.

Not the celebrity version.

Just Heeseung.

Tall.

Relaxed.

Dressed in black.

Listening carefully to every student presentation.

Taking notes.

Asking thoughtful questions.

Which annoyed Y/N.

Because she expected arrogance.

Not professionalism.

Her team's presentation came last.

When she finished speaking.

The room applauded.

Heeseung raised his hand.

"I have a question."

Of course he did.

Y/N looked up.

Meeting his eyes.

For the first time.

And something strange happened.

Because Heeseung suddenly felt familiar

The sarcasm in her presentation.

The humor.

The way she phrased certain things.

It reminded him of someone.

Someone with three million followers.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

After that day.

They kept running into each other.

Industry events.

Campus collaborations.

Coffee shops near the company building.

Always accidentally.

At least at first.

Then Heeseung started paying attention.

Too much attention.

───

Certain phrases.

Certain jokes.

Certain habits.

───

The more he talked to her.

The stronger his suspicion became.

───

Meanwhile.

Y/N found herself in trouble.

Because Heeseung was impossible to hate.

───

The man bought coffee for exhausted staff.

Remembered interns' names.

Stayed late to thank everyone after schedules.

Worst of all.

He was funny.

Which ruined everything.

───

How was she supposed to roast someone genuinely nice?

───

One rainy Thursday night.

Disaster struck.

───

Y/N sat on her bed.

Watching one of Evan's interviews.

Strictly for research purposes.

Obviously.

───

Her phone buzzed.

───

MINJI: You totally like him.

Y/N: Blocked.

───

Laughing.

Y/N opened Villain Fanclub President.

Prepared a tweet.

───

"Evan acts mysterious but if someone offered him a puppy he'd immediately reveal all his passwords."

───

Post.

───

Except—

She accidentally posted it.

On her personal account.

Silence...

Absolute silence...

Then chaos.

Notifications exploded.

Y/N deleted it instantly.

But it was too late.

Because Heeseung had already seen it.

───

He stared at the screen.

Then laughed.

Finally.

Proof.

───

The next morning.

Her phone buzzed.

EVAN: Rich vampire who lost custody of his children?

Y/N screamed.

Actually screamed.

Minji thought someone died.

"I've made terrible choices."

Everything came out after that.

The account.

The tweets.

The investigations.

The suspicions.

The years of online warfare.

───

"You stalked me."

"I investigated."

"That's worse."

"You accused me of tax fraud."

"You looked suspicious."

"I was buying gum."

"You bought it suspiciously."

Weeks passed.

Then months.

Arguments became conversations.

Conversations became friendship.

Friendship became something much more dangerous.

Feelings.

The kind neither wanted to admit.

Y/N because dating the man she'd publicly roasted for years sounded ridiculous.

Heeseung because falling for his biggest hater sounded even worse.

Then came the rooftop.

The city glowed below them.

Lights stretching endlessly into the night.

Neither spoke for several minutes.

Finally.

Heeseung broke the silence.

"You know..."

"Hm?"

"I was supposed to hate you."

Y/N laughed.

"You're supposed to hate me now."

"Probably."

"Do you?"

For once.

No teasing.

No jokes.

No celebrity smile.

Just honesty.

"No."

Her heart immediately betrayed her.

"Oh."

Actually..."

He looked at her.

Softly.

"You're my favorite person."

Silence.

Dangerous silence.

The kind that changes everything afterward.

"This is embarrassing."

"What is?"

"I spent two years bullying you online."

"You spent two years making me laugh."

"That's not the same thing."

"It is to me."

And suddenly she understood.

Why millions loved Evan.

Not because of the fame.

Not because of the awards.

Not because of the perfect performances.

But because underneath all of that—

He was simply Lee Heeseung.

The guy who replied to hate tweets at three in the morning.

The guy who remembered everyone's names.

The guy who spent months searching for a mystery account.

Only to accidentally fall in love with its owner.

Ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

And when he reached for her hand.

She let him.

"One condition."

"What?"

"No investigation boards."

"Fine."

"No tracking my online activity."

"Fine."

"No stalking."

"Fine."

"And no getting offended when I roast you."

He paused.

"...That one's negotiable."

Y/N laughed.

Somewhere online.

Millions of followers continued waiting for the day Villain Fanclub President would reveal themselves.

That day never came.

───

The account remained anonymous.

Though fans noticed something strange.

The Evan jokes became softer.

Warmer.

Almost affectionate.

And every now and then.

A certain verified account appeared beneath them.

EVANOFFICIAL: She's smiling while typing this, isn't she?

Followed immediately by—

@VillainFanclubPres: Stop stalking me.

And then—

EVANOFFICIAL: Never. ❤️

“That’s why you glow in the dark,” Jason says around a mouthful of green beans.

“That why your stupid ass was dead.”

Dinner comes to a screeching halt. Or, rather, a painfully silent halt, because the dining room is quiet and it feels like all the air got sucked out of the room. Bruce is horrified. Dick looks close to tears. Tim and Damian look equal parts nervous and prepared to jump in.

Meanwhile, Jason is wide-eyed and slack jawed as Duke continues eating like he didn’t just drop a nuke on their argument and put the entire family on edge.

“Dead as hell,” Duke continues as he cuts into his steak. “What kind of shoes you had on in your casket?”

Dick just about swallows his tongue. Bruce is, possibly for the first time since watching his parents die, shocked beyond words. Tim is shoving a napkin into his mouth the muffle nervous laughter. Damian looks downright scared.

Jason’s eyebrows are raised so high that they just about fuse with his hairline. “I don’t…Bruce, what kind of shoes did I have on in my casket?”

The older man opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. How the fuck is he supposed to answer that?

“Probably hard-bottoms,” Duke says, nonchalant as ever while he tries his mashed potatoes. “The Recently Deceased 1’s. Limited Ethiopia edition.”

“Sweet baby Jesus and the grown one too,” Dick croaks. “What the fuck, Duke?”

Bruce doesn’t immediately reprimand Dick for his language, which is how Damian knows this situation is too far gone. He begins muttering prayers for every religion Mother taught him about, since it’s clear they’re all about to meet their respective makers.

Jason’s face goes blank as he lays his fork down. Tim tenses, thinking the Red Hood’s about to make Sunday dinner a crime scene.

“That,” Jason says, face breaking into a grin, “is hilarious.” He slaps Duke’s arm playfully and the two break into breathless giggles. “Recently Deceased 1’s? Diabolical.”

“There’s something deeply wrong with you two,” Dick whispers.

“Hush up, circus boy,” Duke laughs.

“Exactly,” Jason cackles. “You weren’t even at my funeral. You don’t get to talk!”

Tim snorts, then goes still when the giggling duo turn their eyes on him. The three stare at each other for a moment before bursting into raucous laughter.

“Not circus boy,” Tim chuckles. He’s halfway out of his seat and leaning on Damian. “He really tried to check you!”

“But wasn’t there to check the funeral fit!” Duke pitches himself off his seat and right onto the floor. Jason’s red in the face from laughing so hard.

Damian coughs into his hand to hide his own giggles. Dick gives the boy a disapproving look, but that only makes the youngest Bat laugh louder. Instead of arguing, Dick settles on grinning down at his plate.