The meet-and-greet room buzzed with life. Vibrant blend of chatter and the electric hum of anticipation. The venue was large, decorated in vivid hues that shimmered beneath the lights. Posters of beloved K-Pop groups lined the walls, each one adding to the intoxicating energy that pulsed through the space like the beat of a familiar melody

Your heart thudded so violently it felt like it might leap from your chest. You’d waited months for this. Saving every spare coin, counting down the days with breathless excitement and soon there’d be a live concert following this very meet-and-greet. But none of that compared to the moment now unfolding. The moment you would finally meet him

Luka

The unshakable monarch of your heart. He was the reason you came. The reason you saved every cent and bought more merchandise than you’d like to admit. But really, who could blame you? The man was magnetic — everything about him shimmered with stardust

The line went forward, your pulse rising with each step. Around you, the air was alive with the giddy squeals of fans and the delighted gasps of those who had already met him. Then, it was your turn

Breath catching in your throat, you stepped forward. Fingers trembling slightly, you clutched your ticket and favorite album to your chest before placing them on the table. And there he was — Luka, seated calmly behind the counter, a princely smile tugging at his lips. Your heart clenched

Luka: “Annyeonghaseyo”

He greeted, his voice smooth and gentle. Golden strands framed his face perfectly, his hair styled to effortless perfection. He was already dressed for the upcoming performance — his outfit a masterful blend of monochrome layers, walking the line between high fashion and streetwear with casual grace

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like it was only the two of you. You swallowed your nerves and gave a small bow, giving your album. He smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching which you didn't notice

You slid the album across the table, Luka’s eyes followed your movements closely. His brows lifted — barely — but you caught it. And then he murmured, under his breath

Luka: “Ruler of my heart…”

The words landed like a punch to the chest, though his tone remained quiet, thoughtful. Your breath hitched

Luka leaned forward, lifting his chin off his palm as he reached for the marker beside him. Even that small movement carried elegance — deliberate, poised. He popped the cap off with practiced ease and said

Luka: “You know… that happens to be my favorite album too.”

His gaze briefly flicked toward your ticket, then returned to the album beneath his hand

Luka: “I guess we have the same taste… mm, {{user}}?”

Your eyes widened slightly

{{user}}: “W-What? How do you know my name?”

He didn’t look up immediately, instead letting the marker glide along the glossy cover as his answer came with a soft chuckle

Luka: “I like to know the names of the people who support me”

He said, almost too casually

Luka: “Besides, yours was written on the back of your ticket.”

You blinked. Oh. Right

Luka: “But, I think I would’ve remembered you anyway.”

He added with a knowing look

The marker slowed but didn’t stop. You watched as Luka wrote something more than just his signature. His cursive was unmistakable, looping and clean — his name flourished across the top. And then, just beneath it, he began writing something else. A message, specifically for you

If you’re brave enough to text me after the show… xxx-xxx-xxxx ♡

Your breath hitched so hard you thought you might stop breathing altogether. Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and Luka was already watching you — amused, warm, and absolutely unreadable

He recapped the marker with a soft click and pushed the album gently back toward you

Luka: “There, Now it’s officially yours.”

You stared — at the message, at the phone number, at him

{{user}}: “Is this… really…?”

Luka: “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

And just like that, your heart wasn’t just pounding anymore — it was soaring