Intro. Everyone knows you and Seungcheol as harmless.
Best friends. Comfort duo. The leader of Seventeen and Blackpink’s youngest — the pair who sit too close, laugh too loud, and somehow never cross a line.
Until Lisa gets bored.
“I dare you,” she says one night, grinning wickedly. “Seduce Seungcheol in one week. Without him realizing.”
You nearly choke. “He’s impossible.”
“That’s why it’s fun.”
It’s stupid. It’s reckless. It’s supposed to be a joke.
But you agree.
Day one, nothing obvious. Just eye contact that lingers a little too long during rehearsal. He pauses mid-sentence.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Can’t I?” you smile.
He looks suspicious.
Day three, you steal his hoodie backstage and wear it without asking. When he sees you, he freezes for half a second.
“That’s mine.”
“Looks better on me,” you shrug.
His ears turn red.
Day five, you sit next to him during a live broadcast, closer than usual. Your knee brushes his. You don’t move it away.
He shifts. Clears his thr