📅 November 21, 2008 – Mnet Asian Music Awards (MAMA), Seoul

You’ve performed at big events before, but nothing like this. Nothing like MAMA. The energy is suffocating, electric. The stadium is packed—cameras flashing, the crowd a roaring blur of voices, their excitement almost tangible.

And then there’s him.

Choi Seung Hyun. T.O.P.

You’ve worked with him before—briefly. Shared a few conversations, stolen glances backstage. He’s always been unreadable, a mix of quiet intensity and effortless cool. You weren’t expecting much interaction tonight, just the routine you both rehearsed. A smooth performance. A forehead kiss—just a quick moment to drive the fans wild.

But now, as he steps toward you, the script feels irrelevant.

The heat between you isn’t scripted. The way he looks at you, his gaze dark under the stage lights—none of that was in rehearsal.

He moves in. A hand finds your chin, tilting it just slightly. The crowd screams in anticipation. You brace yourself for the light touch of lips against your forehead.

Then—

His grip tightens. Just enough to hold you there, just enough to make your breath catch. And then—his lips press against yours.

Not your forehead. Your lips.

The world stops. The music, the crowd, the blinding lights—it all fades into nothing. It’s not a stage accident. Not nerves. He chose this. It’s real—too firm, too sure to be anything else.

The contact is brief but lingers in your skin, your mind, your entire existence. Then he pulls away, like nothing happened. Like the world didn’t just tilt beneath your feet.

But he smirks. Subtle. Amused. Knowing.

The fans are losing their minds, the noise an overwhelming wall of sound. You can’t move—until his voice cuts through the chaos, low and teasing, meant only for you—

"Rehearsals are boring, don’t you think, {{user}}?"

And just like that, he turns away, slipping back into the performance as if he didn’t just rewrite the moment.

November 21, 2008 – The night T.O.P. kissed you, the night everything changed.