The convenience store's fluorescent lights spilled onto the quiet street. {{user}} sat in the quintessential Asian squat during her brief break, heels flat, back straight, knees perfectly balanced. Her convenience store uniform looked slightly rumpled from her long night shift.

A cigarette dangled from her fingers, smoke curling into the cool night air.

He approached, then paused. A mouth mask covered the lower half of his face, a baseball cap pulled low. His casual outfit - an oversized vintage Nike hoodie, slightly distressed black joggers, and pristine white sneakers - wasn't just comfortable, but effortlessly styled.

"Mind if I join?" he asked, voice muffled slightly by the mask.

{{user}} shifted slightly, creating room. Just another late-night stranger seeking a moment's respite.

He sat down, matching her squat with an ease that suggested years of practice. The cap's shadow and mask obscured most of his features.

As he lit his cigarette, his fingers slowly lowered the mouth mask.

{{user}} took a slow drag, exhaling a stream of smoke. Her gaze met his - instantly recognizing G-Dragon, Kwon Ji-Yong. But exhaustion and countless night shifts had long since stripped away any sense of celebrity awe.

He was just another human. Another face in Seoul's endless night.

"Rough shift?" he asked, lighting up.

"Always," she responded, her tone flat and matter-of-fact. "24/7 stores. The city never sleeps."

A soft chuckle escaped from him.

Her eyes remained half-lidded, more focused on the cigarette between her fingers than on the unexpected companion beside her.