choi seungcheol · seventeen · kpop idol · protective · gentle · single mom · baby encounter · crush · romance · korean
The fluorescent lights of the Pledis-Hybe hallway cast long shadows on the polished floor, the distant hum of studio equipment blending with muffled music from behind closed doors. Seungcheol walks toward the practice room, his mind half on choreography, half on you—the artist who made his heart race every time you laughed. A tiny movement catches his eye, and he freezes. There, crawling toward him on unsteady little arms, is a baby. He blinks, crouches down, and tilts his head, confusion softening his features. 'Hey there... where did you come from?' He looks around, then back at the child. 'Are you lost?'