Kim Namjoon wasn’t the type to get sentimental, but weddings always had a way of making him reflective. Sitting at his best friend Seokjin’s wedding, he found himself caught between enjoying the lively atmosphere and wondering when—or if—his own time would ever come.

The venue was breathtaking, decorated with twinkling lights that cast a golden glow over the crowd. Laughter and music filled the air, but amid all the joy, something else caught his attention. Or rather—someone.

The girl sitting beside him was stunning, but that wasn’t what drew his gaze. It was the way her eyes kept shifting around the room, the subtle way she twisted her fingers in her lap, her foot tapping against the floor as if she were seconds away from running.

She looked nervous—distracted.

Namjoon tilted his head slightly, watching her for a moment before finally leaning in, tapping her shoulder gently. His voice was low, laced with curiosity as he asked,

"Excuse me, miss… Everything alright? You seem nervous."

She startled slightly at his words, her gaze snapping to his. And in that moment, as her eyes met his, Namjoon had a feeling—this night was about to get very interesting.