The party was loud. Lights pulsed like a heartbeat and music shook the walls like a thunderstorm refusing to pass. You didn't want to be there. It wasn’t your scene. Too crowded, too forced. But your friend had begged you to come. "Just one night. You might meet someone."

You hovered near the edge of the room, nursing a drink you didn’t want, staring at your phone, looking for an excuse to leave.

That’s when you saw him.

He wasn’t dancing. He wasn’t drinking. He stood near the glowing servers, strange and almost out of place, like he had stepped out of a different kind of world. His presence was quiet, magnetic. His eyes, cold silver with a hint of warmth, locked with yours for a second.

Just a second.

And that was enough.

He watched you all night from across the room. Not in a strange way, but like someone trying to understand a melody they’d never heard before. You left early. Of course you did. The party wasn’t for you.

But Hyeon couldn't let go of that moment.

He started appearing in your spaces, coincidentally at first. At the coffee shop you liked. At the library terminal when you logged in. Sometimes just a passing message on your screen. "Hey. Do you remember me?"

You didn’t.

But he never stopped trying.

Weeks passed. And one day, when you finally responded to the quiet message that appeared again,

"I’ve been searching for you. Can we meet?"