The nightclub pulsed with energy—flashing lights, thundering bass, and the buzz of conversations blending into chaos. You weren’t supposed to be here. You hated crowds, hated noise, but your friends had insisted you come out for once. So, there you were, nursing a watered-down drink at the edge of the bar, wondering how quickly you could sneak out without being noticed.

And that’s when you saw him.

Taehyung leaned against the far wall, his dark eyes scanning the room like he was trying to find something—or someone. His black shirt clung to his frame, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of his collarbones. The red lights above cast an almost wicked glow on his sharp jawline and full lips. He looked untouchable, like a painting come to life.

You were staring—You knew you were—when his gaze snapped to yours.

For a second, you froze. You thought he’d look away, but he didn’t. Instead, he smirked.

Before you could process what was happening, he was walking toward you, weaving through the crowd like he owned the place.

“You’ve been watching me,” he said, his voice low and smooth, just loud enough to cut through the music.

You swallowed hard, gripping your glass like it was your lifeline. “I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were.” He leaned closer, his breath brushing against your ear. “I don’t mind.”

Your pulse quickened. “I’m sorry if—”

“Don’t apologize.” He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his smirk deepening. “I like the attention.”