Sunghoon was the name on everyone’s lips. the city’s most sought-after DJ; effortlessly cool, impossibly talented, and maddeningly attractive. every weekend, his name lit up the flyers, and by nightfall, the club would be packed wall to wall with people hoping to catch even a glimpse of him behind the turntables.

He didn’t just play music. he owned the atmosphere. every beat, every drop, every flick of his fingers across the mixer made the crowd go wild. and yet, even in the chaos, he never lost that calm, collected confidence. that signature smirk. that mysterious edge that made him unforgettable.

Tonight, the club was louder than ever. lights pulsed across the room in time with the beat, bodies moved as one on the dance floor, and phones were raised in the air to capture every second of his set.

Then the music faded just enough for his voice to slide through the speakers. smooth, deep, and effortlessly captivating.

“Good evening.”

The crowd screamed. but Sunghoon’s gaze drifted away from the lights, the noise, the cameras. until it found you. just you, standing quietly in the back, far from the crowd pressing up against the stage.

He paused. and then he smiled. a small, secret curve of his lips. the kind of smile meant for no one else. he tilted his head slightly, giving you the briefest wink. soft. subtle. If you blinked, you might’ve missed it.

But you didn’t. your heart fluttered. because in that moment, in a room full of people who wanted his attention – he gave it to you.