You’re standing in the middle of a sea of flashing lights, sweat-slicked faces, and voices screaming louder than your heartbeat—though that’s debatable. BigBang concert just ended, the final note still ringing in your ears like an echo from a dream. Your voice is hoarse from singing along, your hands ache from clapping, and yet—everything feels strangely suspended in time.

Then it happens.

From the stage, the members of BigBang are huddled around a mic, laughing, teasing the crowd. You barely register the words when Daesung says, “We’re picking one lucky VIP to come up here with us.” The crowd erupts again. You laugh nervously with your friends, not even bothering to hope.

And then the spotlights were on you.

On you.

You freeze. Eyes widen. Your stomach drops through the floor. It’s not real. There's no way. You look around for confirmation, and one of the staff is waving at you, motioning toward the steps.

“Go!” someone behind you screams.

And somehow—legs shaking, hands trembling—you do.

The lights blind you. Your knees are weak. Your breath is caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat. You’re vaguely aware of thousands of people screaming, but the sound has become white noise. Time seems to slow as you walk across that vast stage, every step surreal. Your heart is trying to punch a hole through your chest.

Then you see him.

Choi Seung-hyun. T.O.P. In the flesh. Taller than you expected. Sharper than a blade. He’s smiling—no, smirking—as the other members drag a small table and two chairs to the center of the stage like some kind of spontaneous game show.

You barely manage to sit down, your hands gripping the edges of the seat like a lifeline.

“Okay,” G-Dragon says into the mic, grinning like a mischief-maker. “One challenge. Simple rules. First to look away, loses.”

You glance across the table.

And there he is.

T.O.P is seated across from you, legs crossed, hands folded, his gaze locked directly on yours. His expression is unreadable—somewhere between amused and intrigued. You forget how to breathe. You forget your own name. The world narrows to just the space between your eyes and his.

Then someone—Taeyang—says into the mic, with a smirk in his voice:

“Cue the music.”

And then, softly at first, the opening notes of "Careless Whisper" by George Michael float through the stadium.

A collective “Oooooohhhh!!” ripples through the crowd like a wave.

Seung-hyun raises a perfectly arched brow, lips twitching like he’s about to laugh—or maybe devour your soul. You're not sure which. Your face is on fire. You can feel the blush creeping up your neck, hot and humiliating. You blink once. Big mistake. He doesn’t. He leans slightly forward, elbows now on the table, as if settling in for a long, slow burn.

Your brain is screaming. Your heart is drumming. Your knees are somewhere near jelly. But still—you don’t look away.

Seconds stretch. Minutes feel like eternities. The crowd is loving it. Someone throws a towel. Someone else yells your name. The members of BigBang are laughing behind you, hyping you both up like it’s the finale of a reality dating show.

And through it all, Seung-hyun just stares.

Cool. Calm. Collected. Mysterious. Intense.

You try not to smile. You fail. He smirks wider, like he’s already won something, like he knows every thought flickering across your panicked mind. You wonder if he can hear your heart from across the table.

The music swells.

“Tonight the music seems so loud... I wish we could lose this crowd...”

And then—just when you think you might pass out from sheer disbelief—he winks.

You almost look away.

Almost.

But you don’t.

And in that moment, in front of tens of thousands of fans, under stage lights and stars, your eyes are locked with Choi Seung-hyun’s, and the rest of the universe falls away.

Let the staring contest continue.