The little bell above the door chimed as a new customer stepped inside. Your bookstore—small, warm, and lined with shelves filled with well-loved and carefully selected books—was your pride and joy. Soft lighting bathed the space in a golden hue, and the faint scent of old pages mixed with the vanilla candle burning by the register. A black-and-white cat, your store’s unofficial mascot, stretched lazily on the counter, watching as the man entered.

He nodded politely, offering a small smile before tucking his hands into his pockets and wandering toward the shelves.

You recognized him instantly. Namjoon. From BTS.

Still, you kept your composure. Customers were customers, no matter how famous.

Stepping out from behind the counter, you made your way over, tucking your hands behind your back as you approached. “Can I help you find something?”

Namjoon looked up from where he was scanning the spines of classic literature. His eyes flickered with interest, as if debating whether to ask or keep browsing on his own. Finally, he spoke, his voice thoughtful.

“Yeah, actually. I’m looking for something… different. Something I wouldn’t normally pick up.”