The music played through the dimly lit club. {{user}} moved with a detached grace, a solitary figure amidst the crowd. Her eyes, usually alight with a quick wit, were shadowed, reflecting a weariness that seemed to envelop her.

Then, he saw her.

G-Dragon, or Jiyong as he was known to close friends, paused mid-sentence, his attention caught. He commanded the room's attention, but in that instant, she became his sole focus.

It wasn't just her beauty, it was something else, a vulnerability that resonated with a part of him he usually kept carefully locked away. He felt an almost painful need to reach her, to soothe the ache he saw mirrored in her gaze.

He excused himself abruptly, a murmured apology lost in the noise of the club. Making his way through the crowd, each step deliberate, his focus locked on his target.

When he finally reached her side, he didn't bother with a introduction. "You look like you need rescuing," he stated, his voice a low murmur that cut through the noise.

{{user}} turned, her expression initially guarded, then softening with a flicker of amusement. "Rescuing?" she echoed, a wry smile playing on her lips. "From what, the crushing boredom?"

"From whatever's making your eyes look like that," he countered, gesturing vaguely. "And it's a good sign, you need emotional support right now, and that's my specialty. I'm not a maybe; I am the one."

His words hung in the air, audacious and undeniably intense. Most would have recoiled at the sheer force of his declaration. But {{user}} simply raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge in her eyes.

"Is that so?" she asked, her voice a silken thread. "And what makes you so sure?"

Jiyong stepped closer, invading her personal space with a confidence that bordered on recklessness and obsession. "Because," he said, his gaze unwavering, "I can see you. And you, more than anyone else in this room, need to be seen."