Enjolras in Korean can be spelt with Ahn as the first letter, which works because Ahn can be a surname.
This awoke a memory for me of a jokey tale I told on ao3 many years ago:
Grantaire is Korean, and he is dating Enjolras. The problem is, Enjolras is White (and he's a man, but that was lowkey irrelevant lmaoo). This takes place in the late 80s/early 90s.
Grantaire tells his parents that he's dating Mx. Ahn.
You see, Grantaire had always wanted to date a foreigner, mainly because his father was very racist and Grantaire himself was seen as a burden on the family, a black sheep if you will.
So, to piss him off, he had dated many foreign men. Enjolras was the only one who was living in Korea and could speak some Korean.
When his family finally wished to see Mx. Ahn, Grantaire felt pressured to introduce him to the family.
All throughout the lead-up to this family introduction, Grantaire had never indicated that Enjolras was White (and a man, I suppose).
It wasn't until when Enjolras came through the door with a tiny whisky in hand did everybody find out on the day what kind of preferences their Grantaire had.
Enjolras knelt in front of the matriarch and poured whiskey for the drunk and disinterested father, and finally got accepted and was allowed to continue dating Grantaire.
You see, before this meeting, Enjolras was given a 'practice run', given how serious this meeting was going to be.
Éponine, a Japanese friend of Grantaire, decided to act as a ''matriarch'. She had asked Grantaire what she was supposed to do, and how she was supposed to act, and given her young age, really took a dramatic and comedic approach to her role as the matriarch.
She pointed at the cushion in which Enjolras was supposed to sit in, had a huge fan in her hand, and started being condescending and judging about him.
"You're a man." She said as she fanned.
"Yes, I think so."
"You're American."
"I'm French."
"What's your name?"
"Éponine, you know me."
"No I don't! I am Mrs. Kang, the head mistress of the household and you will address me as such! Where's the whiskey?"
He popped out a bottle into sight. Grantaire sighed in unison with the action. He had pushed for him to get a large bottle, and indicated, through mimes, to Éponine that she should remark on its size.
"Why is your gift so cheap?"
Enjolras glared at his boyfriend. "I am not getting drunk."
And so on.