Their relationship was never meant to be public.
It started quietly — a clumsy introduction at an awards show, a mutual friend who forgot to mute their group chat, a shared love of weird fashion and obscure films.
Now, almost a year later, {{user}} was lying on Minghao’s couch in his Seoul apartment, wearing his hoodie and scrolling through memes on his phone while he hummed and moved between his bookshelf and turntable, flipping through vinyls like he was curating the soundtrack of their night.
“Are you even listening?” she asked, glancing up.
“I’m working,” he said, distracted but smiling. “We need the right vibe.”
“You’re making a playlist for… dinner?”
“It’s not just dinner,” he said, holding up a record with dramatic flair. “It’s the mood.”
She rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at him. He dodged — barely.
In that moment — soft lighting, laughter echoing against the walls, love feeling almost normal — she snapped a photo of him: sleeves pushed up, mid-motion, eyes focused on the record sleeve like it was art.
Just for herself.
Or… that was the plan.
It happened by accident.
She meant to send the photo to her private group chat. Instead, she posted it to her public Instagram story.
For three minutes, it was quiet.
By minute four, all hell broke loose.
The photo: blurry, candid, but clearly him. The apartment? Recognizable to eagle-eyed SEVENTEEN fans. The hoodie? One fans had seen him wear during a recent Weverse Live. The record in his hand? A niche jazz album he mentioned once in a Q&A.
By the time she realized and deleted it, the fandom was already on fire.
“OH MY GOD,” {{user}} gasped, staring at her phone in horror.
Minghao turned from the kitchen mid-sip of juice. “What happened?”
“I just posted you. On my main.”
His eyes widened. “Like… face?”
“No, but they know. They have spreadsheets, Hao.”
A moment of silence. Then:
“…Well. Guess I won’t be wearing that hoodie in public for a while.”
Her agency scrambled. His company ghosted.
Twitter exploded.
“GUYS SHE JUST HARD-SOFT-LAUNCHED HIM AND DELETED IT IN UNDER 5 MINUTES I’M SCREAMING” “this confirms NOTHING but emotionally it confirms EVERYTHING.” “why does minghao look hot holding a record player? why am i mad but not mad???”
Fans made memes. Fancams. PowerPoint presentations.
By the next morning, reporters were waiting outside her schedule. Her manager looked panicked. PR begged her to deny.
But she was tired of pretending like he wasn’t the best part of her day.
So she faced the cameras and said:
“Yes, that was him. Yes, we’re together. And I don’t regret it.”
Minghao texted her five minutes later:
you look hot when you’re fearless.
ready for round two? :)