It started with a duet.

Just one collab track for a year-end project — vocals layered over soft acoustic guitar, two different tones blending into something intimate, almost too intimate.

You didn’t think much of it at first. Joshua Hong, SEVENTEEN’s resident gentleman. Polite. Professional. Charming in that effortless, camera-ready way. You assumed it would be easy: show up, record, smile for press, leave.

But then came the rehearsals. The late-night harmonizing. The acoustic guitar he brought to every practice. The way he’d look up at you mid-verse, brows raised slightly like he was listening to more than just your pitch.

The way he started texting you lyrics at 1 a.m. with, “This line sounds more like you than me. You should take it.”

Now, you’re backstage together before your joint stage. He’s standing too close — not enough to be inappropriate, but enough to notice. Your stylists are fussing, but you can feel his eyes on you from across the mirror.

He leans in, just slightly.

“You’re nervous.”

You scoff. “I’m fine.”

He smiles like he knows you better than you want him to. “You always say that when you’re about to kill the stage.”

Your name and his have been trending together online for three days. Fans have started calling you the “Harmony Couple.” Edits are everywhere. Some of the comments are jokes. Some… feel a little too close to the truth.

And the thing is — you don’t really mind.