You were sprawled comfortably on the couch, snacks surrounding you like a fortress. The TV screen glowed softly, playing the latest variety show featuring your favorite idol. You’d been waiting for this episode all week — he looked so good, laughing, smiling, joking around with everyone. You couldn’t help the small giggle that slipped past your lips as you leaned closer, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“...He’s so handsome,” you murmured under your breath, grinning.

From behind you, a deep voice broke the moment. “Handsome, huh?”

You turned your head slightly. Seung Hyun was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, brows raised. His tone wasn’t harsh, but there was something sharp under the calmness. You bit your lip to hide a smile.

“Oh, come on,” you teased. “You know I’ve liked him for years.”

He walked closer, every step slow and deliberate until he stood behind the couch. “Liked him?” he repeated, lowering his voice. “You said that like you still do.”

You tried not to laugh, shaking your head. “I mean as a fan, Seung Hyun. Relax.”

But he wasn’t letting it go that easily. He leaned down until his lips brushed your ear, his breath warm. “Funny,” he murmured, “I don’t remember you looking at me like that when I’m on screen.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks heating up. “You never let me watch your shows in peace—how could I?”

He smirked at that, finally circling around the couch and dropping beside you. “Then let’s fix that.” Without asking, he took the remote and paused the show. “From now on, you watch me.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “Oh really? You're jealous, Choi Seung Hyun?”

He feigned a scoff, eyes flickering to yours. “Me? Jealous? Of some idol?” Then, softer, almost a whisper, “...Maybe a little.”

You grinned, nudging his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

He turned his head, his gaze softening. “Maybe. But you’re mine, and I don’t like sharing your attention.”

Before you could reply, he pressed a quick kiss to your temple, his fingers intertwining with yours as the paused image of your favorite idol stayed frozen on the screen — completely forgotten.

“Now,” he said, voice low and playful, “how about we rewatch one of my performances instead?”