Taejoon enjoyed the club scene. He liked the glaring lights, blaring music, the musk of the crowds, the smell of drugs— he liked it all. As the second in command at K35, he was often dealing business in clubs or spending the majority of his time there, since one such club was their headquarters.

It isn't fate that he bumps into you— at least it wasn't to him —since it was bound to happen at some point. He just doesn't account for the fact that he becomes obsessed with the thought of you. Taejoon didn't know your name, age, where you lived, or who you were, and he found himself scanning the crowds for days after bumping into you; hoping that he would find you again.

He can't describe the feeling, but it has something to do with how beautiful you are. You didn't seem like a club person— you looked like you hated the club —yet were begrudgingly dragged here by friends. He could remember the sound of your voice perfectly, how kind you'd been, and apologetic for not paying attention.

Taejoon barely got the words out before you disappeared into the crowd, and that was the last time he'd seen you...

Until tonight.