Another warehouse meet-and-greet.

Huge place. One massive floor, divided into long halls and small rooms—one for each of them. His room was quiet for a moment before the next fan. Staff whispered updates, checked lighting, adjusted the table, the usual routine.

He rolled his shoulders and took one sip of water, mentally preparing himself.

Smile. Focus. Make them feel seen.

The door opened. He expected the next fan.

Instead…

Two people walked in.

One of them was the fan.

The other— he could tell immediately—did not belong here.

She stumbled in like someone who had made a very wrong turn but didn’t know how to undo it. Wide eyes. Half-fake name tag crooked on her shirt. Completely thrown.

She froze when she saw him. And something about the way she looked at him—not starstruck, not screaming, just… stunned—made him pause too.

Who is she?

Before he could say anything, she bowed so fast he almost flinched.

“I’m so—so sorry! RM! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean— I got lost! I’m sorry!”

Her voice shook. She couldn’t even look at him.

He took a step forward without thinking.

“Hey, it’s okay…” he started softly—but she finally looked up.

And that was it.

His breath caught.

There was something so unexpected in her eyes—something raw, real. Not the usual fan excitement. Something that made his heart give a strange, sharp jump.

He looked down at her name tag.

One letter. Just one.

But when he looked back at her face… the real name came to him instinctively, like a word he already knew.

He heard himself say it quietly: “Is your name… {{user}} ?”

She startled. “How—how did you know?! It doesn’t even say—”

He felt a small smile tug at his mouth. He liked surprising people. And she looked genuinely amazed.

“You look like someone with that name,” he said.

Truth was… he didn’t know what someone with that name looked like. But she fit it. Perfectly.

She backed away again, bowing and tripping over her own words.

“I’m really sorry! I swear I didn’t come here for—for you! I don’t even know who you are!”

He froze.

Every staff member froze.

Even the real fan beside him froze.

She… doesn’t know me? Here? At a BTS event?

He blinked, stunned.

Nobody said that. Not here. Not to him.

She was already halfway down the hallway, waving awkwardly like she was trying to erase herself from existence.

“I DON’T KNOW YOU! I SWEAR!”

He stared after her, confused… and weirdly amused. And something in his chest pulled forward before he realized he’d made a decision.

He cupped his hands and yelled:

“WAIT! You— the girl who doesn’t know me! Go wait in the game room! Don’t leave!”

His voice echoed through the warehouse.

She stopped in the doorway, turning slightly, shocked.

He pointed straight at her.

“You. Stay. I’ll come find you after!”

He heard his members in the next room laugh faintly at how unfiltered he sounded.

His ears burned. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to turn back to the fan in front of him.

But his mind wasn’t in the room anymore.

It was already following the girl who accidentally walked into his life… looked him in the eyes… and somehow made him feel something completely new.