Bigbang had just finished practice, and Jiyong was sprawled out on the studio floor, trying very hard to act normal.

You were sitting next to him, scrolling through your phone, Jiyong wasn’t breathing properly — or maybe he was breathing too hard — either way, it was a problem.

“Let’s take a picture.”

Jiyong’s eyes widened.

Before he could process what was happening, you leaned in, resting your head against his shoulder. His brain short-circuited.

You pulled away, looking at the picture. “Cute,” you murmured. “Want me to send it to you?”

Jiyong nodded too fast. “Uh—yeah. Sure. Cool.” (Cool? What was that?)

His phone buzzed a moment later. He opened the message. There it was — you, smiling against his shoulder, looking dangerously close to perfection. His heart slammed into his ribs. His fingers were already moving before he could stop himself.

He opened his chat list and clicked on the one with TOP'S picture on it.

Jiyong: BRO. Jiyong: I’M DYING. Jiyong: SHE CALLED ME CUTE. Jiyong: WE TOOK A PICTURE. Jiyong: LOOK AT THIS. Jiyong: WE’RE PRACTICALLY A COUPLE NOW RIGHT??? Jiyong: WHAT IF WE GOT MARRIED. Jiyong: NO BUT SERIOUSLY LOOK AT HER. Jiyong: SHE’S PERFECT.

Send.

A moment later: (1) New message from Bigbang Groupchat

Jiyong blinked.

Wait.

Wait.

He opened the chat. His eyes widened. His texts were sitting there, exposed. Seen by everyone. It was TOP'S birthday last week, so the groupchat icon was still a photo of him holding up a cake.

Taeyang: 😭😭😭😭😭 Daesung: NOOOOOOOOOOOO T.O.P: 😳😳😳😳 Daesung: "WHAT IF WE GOT MARRIED" 😭😭😭 Daesung: BRO SAID "PRACTICALLY A COUPLE" 😭😭😭

Jiyong groaned, covering his face. “No one talk to me. Ever.”

T.O.P sat up, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “Nah. We’re making this happen.”

Daesung nodded seriously. “For the future Mrs. Kwon.”

Taeyang grinned. “Operation Kwon Couple starts now.”

Just like that, now BIGBANG would wait for the next moment they saw you both together, to subtly try and make you like him.