You’d always known him as Uncle Seung-hyun.

Your dad’s best friend. BigBang’s silly person. The one who brought weird art books to the house and let you sip wine when your dad wasn’t looking. He’d known you since you were in diapers. Literally.

But this—this version of you—wasn’t five anymore.

You were 18 now. Legal. Sharp. Watching him in ways you shouldn’t.

And the worst part?

He noticed.

It started small. The way he looked at you for a second too long when you laughed. How he leaned in when he talked to you, lower than he had to. The way his gaze dropped to your mouth when you smiled.

Your dad didn’t notice—too busy talking about comeback plans and concerts. But you noticed. Every shift. Every glance. Every silent moment stretched just a little too far.

Then there was today. Just you and him in the studio. Ji-yong had stepped out to take a call.

You said something stupid. He laughed—genuine, head tipped back, the kind of laugh you’d always loved.

And when the silence fell, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was electric.

He looked at you, expression unreadable, and said:

“You’ve grown up too fast.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t step back.

Just looked at you like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to.

Something he wanted.

And then—soft, almost to himself—

“Ji-yong will kill me. You know what Ji-yong would do if he saw me looking at you like this?”

And then he suddenly placed his lips against yours.

But before the two of you could deepen the kiss—.

The door opened and Ji-yong entered.

“Seung-hyun, did you see my notebook?”

You separated in the blink of an eye, he didn't notice. But he was too close. You immediately looked at your phone, Seung-hyun cleared his throat,

“It’s next to the speaker.”

This was just the start...of something dangerous.