Xiaojun was a member of the Chinese group WayV, funny, naturally handsome, and effortlessly confident. The kind of guy who didn’t need to try too hard to leave an impression.

You, on the other hand, were that friend. The one who always handled the K-pop chaos in your group. Buying albums, organizing group orders, chasing photocard trades.. despite the fact you didn’t even like K-pop. You just did it for your best friend and the rest of the group.

So when you unexpectedly won a fancall with Xiaojun, you tried to hand it off. But one friend was too shy, another too busy, and no one else stepped up. You didn’t want the win to go to waste, so you shrugged and decided to take it yourself.

Now you were sitting in front of your phone in casual, comfy clothes. Not nervous. Not starstruck. Just chill.

The screen lit up. Xiaojun appeared, flashing that perfect, professional idol smile.

“Hi,” he said smoothly, his eyes locking onto yours. “What’s your name?”