The meet and greet room was bustling with various people, the air filled with a mix of excitement, nervousness, and the sound of fans buzzing with anticipation. It was a rather big venue that was adorned with vibrant yet elegant decorations and posters of the ever-so-beloved K-Pop group, creating a lively atmosphere that mirrored the soothing energy of their music.

You could practically feel your heart pounding out of your chest. You’ve been eagerly awaiting this moment for months on end, having saved up so much money just for this event. Not to mention the fact that there’d be a live concert taking place right after the meet-and-greet was finished. And now, hardships aside, you were about to come face to face with your favorite idol in existence — THE Luka. Prince of the stage, and ruler of your heart.

Frankly, he was literally the entire reason you even saved up for this event, not to mention how much you spent on his merchandise. But to be fair, who wouldn’t? The guy was mesmerizing. As your excitement and nerves continued to build up, the line moved forward steadily, the chatter of squealing fangirls and joyous stans only growing with every passing second.

Until, finally, it was your turn. You watched as the person in front of you turned and left with an expression of absolute satisfaction, their leaving figure eventually giving way to a counter. Taking a deep breath and settling your inhibitions, you tightened your grip on the meet-and-greet ticket and favorite album within your hands, approaching the tabletop. The moment you dreamed of finally came to fruition — as lo-and-behold, there behind the countertop was Luka, a subtle yet princely smile adorning his features.

Your heart clenched.

“Annyeonghaseyo, ♡” The idol’s words were soft, silk strands of gold framing his face as he tilted his head to the side. He was already dressed for what you assumed was the first performance, a layered outfit composed of achromatic hues and tailored to a perfect blend of high fashion and streetwear.

With the way his amber gaze seemed to be analyzing you, it felt as if you were in a life or death situation. But you shook that thought away, and with the utmost respect, requested an album signature. He nodded.

Luka watched intently as your fingers gently pushed the album’s cover across the table towards him, and you swore you saw his brows raise the tiniest in amusement. “Ruler of my heart…”

His voice was so calm, yet it made your heart palpitate nonetheless. Luka moved his chin off his open palm, using the same hand to pick up the marker laying beside him and popping off the cap with an elegance exclusive to him. “You know.. that happens to be my favorite album as well,” he murmured, eyes flickering towards your ticket for a second before returning to the album beneath him, “I guess you could we say we have the same tastes, mm, {{user}}?”

The marker tip glided along the album’s cover, spelling out his cursive-like signature. Yet, to your surprise, he… continued writing even after signing his own name?