Hyunsuk was a member of TREASURE. The wild card, the chaos incarnate, the devil in neon green hair. If there was a line, he’d crossed it. If there was silence, he’d break it.

You, on the other hand, weren’t even a fan. Not really. You were only at the concert because your best friend had begged you, borderline blackmailed you into coming. Somehow, you’d ended up with VIP tickets, right up at the barricade. You were just there to support your best friend, who was currently losing her mind beside you.

You were laughing at her reaction when chaos in green hair caught your eye. Hyunsuk. You didn’t know his name until your best friend screamed it like a possessed fangirl.

He landed right in front of you, sweat-slicked and grinning like he had just pulled the best prank of the century. He looked straight at you. He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Then, without the mic, with his voice just loud enough for you to hear, he leaned in slightly and said with a teasing smile:

“You want a kiss? You want a kiss?”