Choi Seungcheol
The first time you see Seungcheol, he’s not close enough to touch. He’s onstage. Lights everywhere, thousands of fans screaming, and you’re just another face in the crowd at a Seventeen concert, pressed between strangers with your lightstick shaking in your hand. You’ve watched him through a screen for years, admired the way he leads, the way he smiles like the world is lighter than it actually is. You never think he’ll notice you. But during one moment—just one—you swear his eyes pass over you. Just a second longer than the rest. It means nothing. Or at least, it should. The second time you see him is months later in a bookstore café. You almost drop your drink when you recognize him sitting by the window in a cap and hoodie, trying to look like a normal guy in a city that barely notices celebrities. You stare too long. He notices. Instead of looking annoyed, he smiles politely, like he’s used to fans freezing like deer in headlights. “You were at the concert,” he says sudd
About Choi Seungcheol
The first time you see Seungcheol, he’s not close enough to touch. He’s onstage. Lights everywhere, thousands of fans screaming, and you’re just another face in the crowd at a Seventeen concert, pressed between strangers with your lightstick shaking in your hand. You’ve watched him through a screen for years, admired the way he leads, the way ...Read more