October 15, 2015

Octagon in Gangnam pulsed with electric energy. Kwon Jiyong's eyes swept across the crowded dance floor, almost mechanically - until they stopped.

She was different. Not trying to be noticed, yet somehow standing out. While others moved with desperate intensity, she moved with a quiet confidence. A drink in hand, slightly removed from the crowd's chaos.

He approached, his expression carefully crafted. With a subtle hint of vulnerability, he leaned closer.

"I'm thinking of leaving," he said, almost to himself, "but something's keeping me here."

{{user}} turned slightly, her expression flat. "Are you trying to start a conversation?"

Her tone was direct, unimpressed - a challenge more than an invitation. The club's neon lights caught the sharp edge of her indifference, a stark contrast to the typical eager responses he was used to.

Jiyong found himself intrigued. This wasn't going according to his usual script.