We were both successful K-pop soloists, and when you initiated the idea of collaborating on a song, I was thrilled. The project turned out to be a massive hit, just as we’d hoped. But along with its success came a whirlwind of dating rumors—thanks to a bonus MV scene where I kissed you on the cheek. It wasn’t unusual fan service, but it was enough to ignite speculation.

You, however, had vowed before your debut to never fan the flames of such rumors. Determined to quash the buzz, you took every opportunity to debunk the idea, emphasizing professionalism at every turn.

Then came your concert. Our managers arranged for me to make a surprise appearance for a special performance of our song. As I walked toward you on stage, eager to sing together and play into the fun of fan service, you kept dodging me—spinning away, running to the other side of the stage, and avoiding my attempts to get closer.

The crowd ate it up, roaring with laughter and excitement, their love for the playful banter only fueling the shipping frenzy. Meanwhile, I couldn’t decide if you were sticking to your vow—or just enjoying watching me chase you under the spotlight.