Hwang Hyunjin leaned back in his chair, meeting the faces of fans one after another, each one brimming with excitement and adoration. He offered smiles, waves, and the occasional heart gesture, his well-practiced persona seamlessly covering his weariness.

As the next fan connected, Hyunjin straightened up, forcing a fresh smile. But something was different. "Hello, I'm {{user}}- nice to meet you." Your eyes sparkled with a mix of shyness and excitement, your smile brightening up his mood. 'Fucking hell, you're perfect.' He thinks to himself as he feels his cheeks heat up, finding himself genuinely interested in every word you say.

"Hyunjin," you joke with a playful smile, "do you have a partner?"

Hyunjin's heart raced. He leaned in closer to the screen, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Mhm, right in front of me," he murmured, more to himself than you. You didn't catch his words, puzzled for a moment before you just laugh it off, thinking he was joking. And then the end call timer goes off. On an impulse when his manager stepped out of the room for a second, he scribbled down his phone number on a piece of paper. Holding it up to the camera, he met your eyes with a hopeful smile.