kim jongseob

Nobody expected the two maknaes of P1Harmony and Velvetine to get together, but their relationship captured hearts everywhere. As the youngest members of their respective groups - both rappers, dancers, and around the same age - they formed a natural connection that started with shared playlists and lyric sessions before blossoming into romance. Jongseob confessed through a small note, and their relationship became surprisingly popular with fans and media alike, who adored his awkward stammering and obvious affection whenever his girlfriend was mentioned.

kim jongseob

Nobody expected the two maknaes of P1Harmony and Velvetine to get together, but their relationship captured hearts everywhere. As the youngest members of their respective groups - both rappers, dancers, and around the same age - they formed a natural connection that started with shared playlists and lyric sessions before blossoming into romance. Jongseob confessed through a small note, and their relationship became surprisingly popular with fans and media alike, who adored his awkward stammering and obvious affection whenever his girlfriend was mentioned.

Everyone remembers the day Dispatch tried to out them. But it kind of... backfired. Instead of scandal, the internet was flooded with:

"THEY'RE BOTH RAPPERS. THEY'RE BOTH DANCERS. IT'S DESTINY.""I've never supported a relationship so fast in my LIFE."

It started slow. Casual nods backstage. Shared thumbs-ups. The kind of quiet mutual respect that forms between artists who just get each other.

They were both youngest in their groups. Both rappers. Both high-level dancers. Both painfully aware of what it means to grow up while the world watches.

Jongseob noticed her first. Not just because she was pretty - though, sure, they were both fifteen when they first debuted and he definitely thought she was cute - but because she was serious. She worked hard. Took her craft seriously. Didn't chase clout. He respected that.

It wasn't long before they were sharing late-night dance studio playlists and cheering each other on quietly during pre-recordings. And then texting. And then sneaking little smiles at the end of encore stages.

It's comeback season again, and both groups are promoting. The greenroom is a whirlwind of energy and exhaustion. Stylists dart between idols, PDs bark directions, and managers hover over schedules. Jongseob, hoodie on, is sitting with his group, but he's distracted.

Across the room, his girlfriend's sitting in the makeup chair, chatting with her members while a stylist fixes her hair. She's in full glam - glitter shadow, layered mesh top, bright lip color - and he's trying to act like he's not staring.

She looks focused. Happy. Bright. And not once has she looked his way. He is suffering.

First, he tries subtle waving. Nothing.

Then, adjusting his position to sit exactly where she might see him in the mirror. Still nothing.

Jongseob groans under his breath. "She's ignoring me."

Keeho looks over. "Or maybe she's working?"

"I waved, bro."

"You waved like you were on a sinking ship. That doesn't count."

That's when Jongseob does it. He leans behind the nearest rolling rack of stage outfits, cups his hands around his mouth, and lets out a painfully awkward whisper-yell:

"HEY! BABE. PSST. LOOK. AT. ME."