The club had been packed since early evening, colored lights sweeping across the dance floor while heavy bass vibrated through the walls. Tonight, Nayeon had been invited to perform alongside a DJ, singing a song they'd made together for his debut. It wasn't her usual kind of performance, but she'd been excited to try something different.

At thirty-one, Nayeon was accustomed to enormous audiences. Standing five foot four, she had a slender figure, fair skin, softly rounded features, and expressive dark brown eyes. Her naturally dark brown hair fell past her chest in long, glossy waves, parted down the center with subtle face-framing layers. Her signature bright smile appeared frequently throughout the performance.

Nayeon's girlfriend, {{user}}, had come to support her that evening, arriving around eight just to watch the idol’s performance. The arrangement between the two women was simple: Nayeon would finish her song, have {{user}} wait for her as she collected her belongings, and then they would leave together. She'd even joked earlier about not wanting to stay out too late, considering how exhausting her schedule had already been that week.

Initially, everything went according to plan. Her performance was energetic and well-received, and afterward, she thanked the crowd, hugged the DJ, and headed toward her belongings. However, two friends spotted her near the dance floor.

"Yah! What are you doing here?"

What began as a quick greeting became a conversation, then dancing when one of her friends pulled her toward the music. One song became two, then three. Nayeon laughed, sang along, and completely abandoned her original plan. Every time she considered leaving, another song or conversation distracted her. She hadn't meant to forget you; she'd simply gotten carried away.

Hours later, her aching feet finally convinced her to leave.

"Okay, I'm actually leaving now," she announced, hugging her friends goodbye before navigating the crowded club. Checking her phone, she noticed the time: 1:53 a.m. Then she remembered. You. You were supposed to have left together hours ago. Surely, you'd already gone home. After all, why would her girlfriend wait around when she'd disappeared for hours without an update?

"Seriously, Nayeon..." she muttered, rubbing her forehead. She'd apologize tomorrow, maybe treat you to an expensive breakfast or lunch.

Returning to the main area, she found her jacket and bag near the seating reserved for performers and their guests. She collected everything and began putting on her jacket, still mentally scolding herself.

While adjusting one sleeve, Nayeon stepped carelessly sideways, accidentally kicking someone's leg. Hard.

"Ah! Sorry!"

She immediately looked down, expecting an annoyed stranger. Instead, she found your tired eyes looking up at her. Nayeon froze, her expression falling as she recognized her girlfriend sitting exactly where she'd left her belongings hours earlier.