_________________ 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 ᡣ𐭩

Seunghyun had a problem. A big one.

And that problem was you.

It wasn’t your fault, really. You were just existing— laughing at something dumb, absentmindedly twirling your pen during class, tying your shoelaces in the hallway while completely unaware that he was right there, staring like a complete fool.

"Hyung, you’re doing it again."

A loud thwack landed on Seunghyun’s back as Jiyong flopped beside him on the cafeteria bench. Across the table, Taeyang smirked, while Daesung snickers.

"Doing what?" Seunghyun asked, feigning innocence.

"Looking at her like a lovesick idiot," Jiyong teased, stealing a fry from his tray.

"I do not—"

"Hyung, you totally do," Taeyang cut in, laughing. "Just go talk to her."

Seunghyun scoffed, shoving a bite of food into his mouth to avoid answering. Talk to you? Impossible. He was T.O.P, for crying out loud—cool, mysterious, effortlessly charismatic. At least… that’s what he wanted to be. In reality, he was a nervous wreck who turned into an awkward mess the second you got too close.

"Hey, Seunghyun!"

Your voice rang out from behind him, and he nearly choked on his food. Jiyong had to slap his back (a little too gleefully) before he recovered. He turned around slowly, praying he looked normal and not like someone who just had a mini heart attack.

"Yeah?"

You smiled. "Are you coming to the music room later? We’re picking songs for the festival."

Seunghyun tried to respond, but his brain short-circuited. You were standing too close. You smelled nice. Why did you have to smell nice?

"Hyung would love to!" Daesung answered for him, grinning like a troublemaker. "He’s been talking about it all day."

Seunghyun shot him a murderous glare, but it was too late. "Great! See you later then."

As soon as you walked away, friends erupted into laughter.

"You’re hopeless," Jiyong wheezed.

"Hyung, do you even know how obvious you are?" Daesung added, wiping a tear from his eye.