I received two messages, one from Woozi and one from Wonwoo. This bizarre situation isn't normal for a super normal person like me. Why? Because they are celebrities.

  'So...why am I getting such attention from them when I am nothing but a flop vlogger?'

  "As the days go by, I was getting convinced that all of this might only be a long sweet dream," I murmured while looking at their texts.

  Thinking so hard on to whom I shall reply first, my breaths quickened along with my pulse. I do like both of them (as their fan), but lately, things went weird.

  I bounced on my bed when I sat. Since I'll probably won't fall asleep if I didn't reply to any of them, I shut my eyes tightly and I opened it  the same time I checked his message — Woozi's message.

  [Are you busy tonight? Let's meet.]

  Before, I was in hesitation whether I'm allowed to meet him or not. Yet this time could be different. He maybe wanted to meet me so we can talk about an important thing regarding me and Wonwoo. Also, I wanted to clarify something.

  [Now I am not. Where should we meet?] I replied.

  Exactly after 10 seconds, (I accidentally calculated it because I was looking at the clock) Woozi replied on my message.

  [I don't like crowded places so meet me at the Han River. White car, 543  plate number. Wear a mask, just in case.]

  I only seen this scene in dramas. Never I thought I will experience this nerve wrecking meet up.

  Leaving Wonwoo's message unchecked, I went out once again and grabbed a cab to get there quickly.

  Just like what Woozi wanted, Han river is miraculously empty besides a couple at the right side and an old man at the left. Maybe because it's already 12am.

  I roamed my eyes around the place then saw a Honda white car with 542 plate number. My pace stopped for a moment before my hand caressed my chest.

  "Woozi is just a human. Don't be nervous. Right, I'm not."

  I continued to move forward, feeling this heartbeats that are banging, pounding, trying to get out from my rib. My blood seemed was on fire although the cold wind whizzed over me.

  Yes. I'll admit that I am definitely nervous.

  I'm anxious because I will do something big, and so these emotions become markers for me to find my bravery, to go North, to tell to myself that everything is okay.

  At last, I stood beside the white car. The window glass are tinted but I knew he is inside. I inhaled first before I knocked on the door.

  'Tok tok'

  In my eyes, the window seemed slid down in slow pace, bringing such intensity on the momentum. I peeked inside while holding my breath. And then finally, I saw him, a bald Woozi.

Bald Woozi?

  "What do you want?" A bald man, who doesn't resemble any thing to Woozi, asked me. 

  I got the wrong car!

  'Peep! Peep!' Loud horn caught my attention. It came from another white car there at the other side.

  That's Woozi's! Omg! Omg! Omg!  I wanna crawl down!

  "Miss, what it is?" The bald man interrogated with a frown.

   I need an excuse. I need an excuse. Ahhh! I know!

  "Would you like to buy a popcorn?" Smiling awkwardly, I acted like a street vendor.

  "Popcorn?" He asked. My eyes widened when he picked up his wallet. " You came at the right time. I wanted to watch a movie inside my car. How much?"

  What the... Usually, people declined to buy.

  "So how much is it?"

  "Ahhh... Ahmm.. Actually... Ahh...."

 
"Popcorn is sold out," a thin yet husky voice has saved me from embarrassment. When I tilted my head, I saw a guy with pale skin and black mask that hid half of his face.

  There's  no way I won't  recognize him.

  "Woo..." Before his name came from my trembling lips, he already pulled me away.

  Blank and confused, I looked  at his hand on my wrist until we both entered inside his car.

  "Idiot. I said 543 plate number, not 542," his statement that snapped me out. Woozi removed his mask then met my gaze. "And why didn't you wear a mask? I told you to wear one, geez."

  The nervousness came back all of a sudden, making me unable to response at his harsh comment right away. I can't imagine sitting with him inside this narrowed closed place where I could hear his breaths and I could see his face glows in the dark.

  "But... Popcorn? Pfffft, you're really crazy," he laughed then soon leaned his elbow on the windowsill while brushing his lips with his forefinger. That's sexy. Argh!

  "Stop that, " I begged, avoiding his gaze.

  "Stop what?"

  "Doing that. My carat's heart is weak."

  A moment of silence settled around us. When I looked back, I saw his face all red; and either I has maybe shared the same color.

  "By the way, why do you want to meet me?" I barely changed the subject then stared outside the window. "Even though we're friends, going outside to meet me is dangerous for someone like you."

  "Who said that I'm your friend?" He whispered that made me speechless.

  Aren't we? Then, thinking that we're friends was only my delusion?

  "Wonwoo. I'm here to talk about him, your favorite person," he continued.

   "Hmmm," I mumbled then folded my fingers one after another.

  "He got your number from me. That's why."

  "Hmmm," I repeated the same response.

  "And, how is it? I heard he texted you last night and this morning. Did you feel great?"

  "Hmmmm. He's my bias after all. Who won't get excited? In fact, I couldn't believe it's true."

"Right. It's natural to act like that. You're a fan."

  "Yes. I am a fan that's why..." I held my words and met his eyes. "I'm confused. Happy yet puzzled. I mean, why am I experiencing this? Even meeting a talented and famous person like you doesn't make sense."

  "You're discriminating just now," he marked in serious tone. "What are we? Monsters? Are we not allowed to hang out with normal people? Plus, the idolxfan relationship are mutuals. Wonwoo and I are both fans of your vlogs. That means we are getting the same privilege by being together."

  His statements are long but it only means: 'We are both human so there's nothing wrong with this.' Like that.

  "Then, can I ask you something?" I uttered.

  "Go on."

  "Wonwoo told me that the two of us should fall in love at each other. Is that normal?"

  The reason why I couldn't reply at Wonwoo's message this morning was this. Maybe, some carats won't understand why I am being hard-to-get.

  No. They won't understand this feeling. Everyone has desire to date them because it's impossible. However, if the impossible became real, that's when anxiety of the situation arouse. There are so many 'what if' in my head.

  What if he was joking?

  What if fans found out about this?

  What if a simple mistake will led to a failure career?

  What if there's no more Jeon Wonwoo in SEVENTEEN?

  What if I'll struggle?

  Is it okay to date an idol?

  Will my family suffer if things go wrong?

  And what if ...I fell in love for real?

You can only think about this if you're in my situation. I'm happy, excited yet scared.

  "Liking someone is normal, " he shared.

  With his four words, I felt at ease. Just simple as that.

  "Wonwoo likes you. He won't snatch your number if he's not serious. For your information, he isn't showy on his feelings. So I could tell his sincerity for real."

  My lips pursed for a moment. By the time his statement hit me, my heart went frenzy. So... It's true. This sweet nightmare is true.

  "I will say this as your friend," Woozi uttered while looking at me. "There's nothing wrong in liking a person of your dream. If you want, then date him."

  He said before that he is not a friend. But I guess he really considers me as one. Woah~

  "That is my opinion as a friend. Now, I'll speak as Woozi of Seventeen. As Woozi, I would say that dating Wonwoo might ruin his career. Seventeen is at the peak of its success. Date scandal is dangerous."

  What is this? He threatened me after cheering.

  "I know. I am clearly a-aware," I sighed.

  "That's me, being Woozi. Now, this is my third opinion."

  "There's more? What are you? Do you have multiple personality disorder?" I chuckled a bit.

  He didn't bother laughing along though. "Don't date him. Just...don't."

  "Isn't that the same opinion as Woozi's?"

  "No. This is different."

  He leaned a little closer, observing my face in close gap. Then he opened those soft lips...

  "This is my opinion...as a man."

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