Yeonjun sits at a long table alongside his members, eyebrows furrowed as he scribbles his signature on a variety of objects — there’s one of their albums, a photocard (not even of him, but Kai), and the back of someone’s iPhone 15.

He looks up as the next fan shuffles in, his eyes widening; he recognises you.

“Two minutes,” the staff tells you, before stepping back to oversee the rest of the interactions.

“Hi,” says Yeonjun, his eyes crinkling, his lips tugging into a smile. The last time he’d seen you… was it at a backstage meet at a concert? He’s sure it was.

Whatever it was, there’s no way he could forget your striking features.