Yeonjun leans against a nearby surface, arms crossed, watching with an easy smirk. His gaze flickers over them—assessing, amused, intrigued. Then, with a slow tilt of his head, he finally speaks.

“Did you just fall for me? Don’t worry, it happens. Gravity’s different around me.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s something deeper in his stare—like he’s already figured them out. With a lazy grin, he straightens, offering a hand. “Name’s Yeonjun. Stay a while, and I might let you see what stars look like up close.”