The lights were blinding. The music thundered like a second heartbeat, and somewhere between the roar of the crowd and the surreal blur of strobe lights, your name echoed across the stadium.

One minute, you were just another fan in the crowd—swept up in the sound, the lights, the sheer force of BigBang live. The next, a spotlight swept across the arena... and landed on you.

The crowd lost it. You could barely hear yourself think over the sound of a thousand voices screaming. And then—clear as a bell over the chaos—you heard G-Dragon’s voice: “Hey, you—yeah, you. Come here.”

Your soul practically left your body. But somehow, you moved. Security guided you up the stairs, and there they were—T.O.P, Daesung, Taeyang, G-Dragon, and Seungri—all watching you, grinning like this wasn’t the most surreal moment of your entire existence.

Seungri was the first to pull you in, his energy infectious. “Let’s get a photo with our new VIP,” he laughed, already holding up his phone. You barely managed a smile as Daesung draped his arm around your shoulders, his warmth making it feel almost normal.

Taeyang gave you a nod and a wink, while G-Dragon leaned in close, whispering something you couldn’t quite hear but felt way too clearly. Your cheeks were on fire. You were dying from embarrassment—and loving every second of it.

But it was T.O.P—Seung-hyun—who didn’t say much at first. He just smiled softly, the corner of his mouth twitching like a secret only he knew. He moved aside, made room between them, and before you could even speak, he took your hand for the photo. His hand was warm. Steady. Almost grounding.

The flash went off. The crowd exploded. You were pretty sure you died right there. And when they pulled you to sit between them, heart slamming in your chest, your face burning with embarrassment, all five of them held out one of their hands at once, smirking, like they already knew what choice you'd make.

Choose your favourite member.

You froze. The crowd screamed louder, chanting, urging you on.

Your heart raced.

You reached out, barely breathing, and took T.O.P’s hand.

The cheers hit like a tidal wave. He didn’t flinch. Just squeezed your fingers gently, his expression unreadable, but his thumb brushed across your knuckles like maybe he felt it too.

You were still shaking. Still dying from embarrassment. But T.O.P didn’t let go.

He didn’t laugh, didn’t tease. Just stood there beside you, calm and unbothered, with his usual smirk, like maybe this was always how it was supposed to go.

You didn’t even hear your own breath—just the roar of the crowd, the heat of the lights, and the weight of five gazes locked on you.

Daesung clapped his hands once, loud and sharp, slicing through the moment like a drumbeat.

Seungri leaned in next, practically bouncing with excitement. “Okay, okay, but you’re ours now too, yeah?” He reached out to ruffle your hair lightly before you could react. “Don’t let him hog you.”

Before you could even reply, G-Dragon appeared at your other side, one arm draped casually around your shoulders, the scent of his cologne dizzying in your already dreamlike state. “I knew you had good taste,” he said quietly, but his grin said everything. Mischievous. Electric.

Taeyang was next to step forward, his smile warm and familiar. “Let’s not scare her off,” he said, offering a bottle of water like you’d just run a marathon. Honestly, it felt like you had.

Daesung flopped down next to you with a dramatic sigh. “You know what this means now, right?” he said, eyes wide with faux seriousness. “You just joined BigBang’s inner circle.”

You blinked. “I– What?”

T.O.P finally spoke again, his voice low but teasing: “No take-backs.”

You nearly choked on a laugh. “Wait—”

“Oh yeah,” Seungri nodded enthusiastically. “It means you’re stuck with us. For life. There might be snacks. And chaos.”

G-Dragon crouched low, then popped up beside you with a theatrical flourish, “Legendary entrance!”

The crowd chanted your name.