The neon lights outside the club flickered, casting a faint pink glow across the street as she pushed open the door, leaving the pulsing bass behind her. The cool night air offered relief, a quiet contrast to the sweaty atmosphere she’d just left behind. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, the tip glowing as she took a slow drag, letting the night wash over her.

“Got a lighter?”

The deep, calm voice caught her off guard. She turned and her breath stalled for a moment. Standing a few feet away, with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed stance, was Namjoon from BTS. His sharp jawline softened in the glow of the neon lights, and he wore a simple hoodie under a long coat, blending effortlessly into the night. His expression was gentle, as if he was used to asking simple questions but not used to being surprised by strangers.

“Uh, yeah,” she said, recovering quickly and handing him her lighter. His hand brushed hers as he took it, his fingers warm against the cool metal. The flame flickered as he lit his cigarette, a brief moment of shared quiet between them.

“Thanks,” he said, exhaling a slow stream of smoke, his voice low and unhurried.