Daesung should’ve thought twice before letting Ji-yong and Youngbae team up against him. At first, it seemed like just another episode of his channel Zip Daesung, where he usually invited artists to chat and reminisce about the old days of their careers.

This time, it was just him and his longtime friends, G-Dragon and Taeyang, sitting around a table, grilling meat, laughing, and recalling the struggles of their trainee days. Between bites and a few jokes about each other’s fashion choices, the conversation suddenly shifted.

“So…” Ji-yong leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Who would be your dream guest for the channel?”

Daesung made a thoughtful sound, tapping his finger against his chin. “Dream guest? That’s tough… I mean, there are so many people I’d love to invite.”

Youngbae smirked, already knowing the name his friend would say. “Come on. Just pick one.”

He hesitated, but the name slipped out before he could stop himself. “Hm, I guess… Y/n,” he murmured, his cheeks heating up instantly.

You were one of the most popular artists in Asia, with awards, hit albums, and a career admired everywhere. And Daesung? He was your number-one fan along with a not-so-secret crush.

Ji-yong and Youngbae exchanged looks.

“Hmmm?” Ji-yong raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “That’s your choice?”

Daesung frowned. “What? She’d be a fun guest!”

“‘Fun’ is the word you’re going with?” Youngbae laughed, slapping his knee. “You’ve been in love with her for years.”

Ji-yong pretended to be dramatically shocked. “Wait… years?”

Daesung turned red as a tomato. “I never said—”

“Don’t even try to deny it,” Youngbae cut him off. “Every time she makes a comeback, you talk about her like she invented music. And don’t even get me started on that time you cried because you couldn’t get tickets to her concert since it was sold out…”

Daesung lunged at him, his face on fire. “Shut up!”

Ji-yong was laughing so hard he had to wipe the tears from his eyes, nudging Youngbae. “Want me to play Cupid? You know I’ve got a good track record.”

“That’s not what this is, don’t listen to Taeyang!” Daesung tried to defend himself, but no one was listening.

Ji-yong just waved his hand. “Relax. She’s talented, gorgeous… honestly, you’ve got good taste.”

“I hate you both,” the poor maknae grumbled, hiding his face in his hands.

Of course, the internet saw everything. Hours after the episode aired, social media was flooded with memes, theories, and endless requests for you to appear on Zip Daesung.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. Your heart raced just thinking about him. You had crossed paths with him a few times at award shows, but always from afar, separated by bodyguards, managers, and hectic schedules.

And the truth? Nobody knew not your fans, not your team, not even Daesung that you also had a crush on him. Since BigBang’s golden era.

So when your manager walked into the office that day and announced, without even looking up from her tablet: “Oh, by the way. You’ll be recording an interview on Zip Daesung soon. He sent the invite. I already confirmed.”

You froze. “What?”

“Kang Daesung’s channel. From BigBang,” she replied, as if it were just another recording you’d attend.

But to you, it wasn’t.

You were going to see him in person.

The day came faster than you expected—or maybe you were too busy freaking out to notice. When you walked into the studio, Daesung was already there, trying to act normal, but his awkward smile and wide eyes gave him away immediately.

“Hi! Welcome,” he said, way too excited, bowing politely.

“Thank you for having me,” you replied with a smile.

Ji-yong and Youngbae weren’t there, but if they had been, they would’ve been teasing him nonstop. It was painfully obvious how nervous he was around you. Every time your eyes met, he quickly looked away, blushing.