The flashing lights, the soft hum of conversation, the subtle rustle of designer fabric—it was all part of the glamorous chaos of fashion week. You, a soloist, sat front row, squeezed between two familiar faces: Hyunjin and Jeongin.

Hyunjin leaned in slightly, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you comfortable? These seats are kind of cramped.”

On your other side, Jeongin chuckled softly, shifting to give you more space. “If it gets too much, just nudge me. I don’t mind switching seats.” His warmth was reassuring amidst the overwhelming scene.