The concert was unreal. From your seat in the stands, the stage looked like a dream — lights flashing like lightning, music shaking the ground beneath your feet. G-Dragon and Taeyang were in the middle of “Good Boy”, the crowd bouncing with every beat, and your voice was already hoarse from singing along.

You didn’t notice the tall figure that quietly slipped into the empty seat beside you.

Just someone sitting down.

You barely looked. Just assumed it was another late-arriving fan.

Your attention was fully locked on the performance — until the music took a brief dip and the giant stadium screen lit up in a splash of soft pinks and reds.

The kiss cam.

The crowd laughed, clapped, cheered as the camera bounced from couple to couple. You giggled too, distracted, clapping along with the rest of the fans. You were mid-sip from your water bottle when the screaming got suddenly louder—right around you.

Confused, you looked up at the screen…

…and nearly dropped everything.

You were on it.

And the person beside you?

You turned slowly—heart stalling in your chest— And found Choi Seung-hyun, T.O.P, sitting next to you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Mouth twitching like he was trying very hard not to grin. And when he turned to you fully, lips barely an inch away, he said, low and impossibly calm:

“I guess they won’t be satisfied until we give them what they want, huh?”

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

He didn’t give you time to.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached up and gently tilted your chin toward him, and before your brain could catch up to your heartbeat—he leaned in and kissed you.

Right on the lips.

Slow. Sure. Warm.

The crowd exploded. You heard nothing but white noise.

When he pulled back, his expression was unreadable… until the tiniest, smug smile crept across his face.

“That should keep them happy.”

He leaned back in his seat casually like nothing had happened, one arm lazily thrown over the back of your chair. The stadium moved on, the next couple popped onto the screen, but you were frozen in place—still tasting his breath, still feeling his hand on your jaw, still wondering if that actually happened.

He glanced your way again, voice quiet, teasing:

“...You gonna finish that water?”