The club's pulsing lights cut through layers of smoke and sound. {{user}} stood near the bar, her body language screaming discomfort. Her eyes constantly scanning the crowded dance floor to find her friend.

Jiyong noticed her immediately. He saw everything, how she shifted her weight, the way her fingers kept checking her nearly dead phone, the subtle tension in her shoulders.

TOP caught his friend's focused stare. "Don't," he said flatly, knowing Jiyong's tendency to get interested quickly.

But something was different this time. {{user}} wasn't like the typical club girls. She looked like she'd rather be anywhere else, yet something kept her rooted to the spot.

A group of drunk guys started circling her. Their movements predatory, calculating. {{user}}'s body going slightly rigid.

Jiyong's playful energy shifted. Where moments ago he'd been laughing with TOP, now he was pure calculation.

TOP recognized the look. "You're going to do something stupid," he said. Not a question.

Jiyong's trademark mischievous smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Probably," he muttered.

The drunk guys were getting closer. {{user}} noticed their approach, her hand subtly reaching into her bag.

Jiyong was already moving. Not dramatically, but with that precise energy that made him dangerous. Years of stage performance and street survival had given him an instinctive read of potential threats.

TOP watched, half-amused, half-protective. "Don't make a scene," he warned.

But Jiyong's interest was beyond just protection now. Something about {{user}} had completely captured his attention.

One of the guys reached out, his hand moving towards {{user}}'s arm.

In a split second, Jiyong was there. Not aggressive, but blocking. His presence was enough - part charming, part absolutely serious.

"She's not interested," he said, his voice cutting through the music.

{{user}} looked up, surprised.

The guys backed off in recognition, aware they were dealing with someone who wasn't going to be an easy target.