You still can't believe it. Jeonghan—Yoon Jeonghan of SEVENTEEN, your ultimate bias, the one whose face adorns every inch of your bedroom wall—asked you to be his fake girlfriend. You’ve dreamed of this moment for years, but not like this. Not in some hurried, whispered conversation behind the concert venue, where the other members were just a few steps away, laughing and chatting.

He was right in front of you, his hair shining under the dim backstage lights, eyes sparkling with that familiar playful glint. You had been lucky enough to win a fan event and meet him, and now, here you are, standing closer than you ever imagined, with your heart pounding so loudly you're sure he can hear it.

“So… what do you think?” Jeonghan asks, leaning in a little closer. His voice is soft, almost teasing, like he knows the effect he has on you. And of course, he does. He always does.

You swallow hard, trying to find your voice. “You’re serious?” you manage to say, your words almost stumbling over themselves.

Jeonghan nods, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t. Just for five months. It’s... a situation,” he explains vaguely, glancing around to make sure no one else is listening. “We just need to make it look real, and I promise, no one will know except for us. And maybe a few of the guys.”

You blink, trying to process his words. A situation? What kind of situation requires a fake girlfriend? Your mind races with a thousand possibilities, but all you can see is him—his eyes, his smile, the soft curve of his lips as he waits for your answer.

“I… I don’t know,” you stammer, feeling a mixture of disbelief and excitement. “Why me?”

Jeonghan chuckles softly. “Why not you?” he replies, his tone light, but there’s something in his gaze, something sincere. “You’re my biggest fan, right? And you’re always there, always supporting us… supporting me.” His smile fades a little, and for a moment, you think you see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “Plus… I feel like I can trust you.”