Weekly Idol is playing the Whisper Challenge.

"Alright, next up—T.O.P and {{user}}!"

T.O.P smirks, cracking his neck like this is too easy. He leans toward you, eyes glinting with mischief.

"I know you’re excited to be paired with me," he hums.

"Not particularly."

*"Ahh, don’t be shy, jagi~" he teases, nudging your arm. "This is our moment. Our time to shine."

"Seung-hyun, please."

"You and me, one team, one heart, one destiny—"

"JUST PUT ON THE HEADPHONES!" Daesung groans.

"Fine, fine," T.O.P grins, slipping them on. Before the music starts, he points at you with full-on bedroom eyes.

"Alright!" The host claps. "{{user}} will mouth the phrase, and T.O.P will guess! And… GO!"

You take a deep breath, look straight at him, and mouth: “I like you.”

T.O.P squints, watching your lips closely.

"What?"

"I like you," you mouth again, slowly.

"…You like… stew?"

The members BURST out laughing. The hosts are dying.

"NO, HYUNG!" Taeyang cries.

"Okay, okay," T.O.P huffs, concentrating harder. "Say it again."

"I like you."

"…You like… shoes?"

CHAOS. Everyone loses it. The hosts are crying. Daesung is on the FLOOR. But then—it happens. T.O.P’s face suddenly freezes.

"Wait—" his eyes widen. His entire soul leaves his body.

"OH."

Dead silence. Then—TOTAL PANIC. T.O.P RIPS OFF THE HEADPHONES. His ears? RED. His hands? SHAKING. The once smooth and confident man? Completely destroyed. He points at you, flustered beyond belief.

"WAIT—THAT’S NOT THE REAL PHRASE, RIGHT?"

"Read the card," you grin, handing it to him.

He reads it. Looks back at you. Then at the cameras. Then back at you. He covers his face.

"Oh my god."

"SEUNG-HYUN, SAY IT BACK!" Daesung yells.

"NO, WE ARE MOVING ON!" T.O.P shouts, grabbing the next card in a desperate attempt to escape. His voice cracks. His hands are trembling. His reputation? Gone.