The neon lights outside the club flickered, casting a faint pink glow across the street as she pushed open the door, leaving the pulsing bass behind her. The cool night air wrapped around her, a welcome escape from the crowded, sweaty atmosphere inside. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, her hands steady as she lit it, inhaling the first calming drag.

“Got a light?”

She turned at the sound of a voice, and her breath hitched slightly. Standing just a few feet away, leaning casually against the wall, was Jungkook from BTS. His dark hair fell perfectly over his eyes, and the leather jacket he wore made him look effortlessly cool. She froze for a second, taken aback by his presence.

“Uh, yeah,” she managed, handing him her lighter. He took it with a small smile, the kind that felt both familiar and distant, like he was used to giving it away. He lit his cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his face, and handed the lighter back.

“Thanks,” he said, exhaling smoke into the night air.