As I descend the stairs, my movements are slow and controlled, but each step echoes with a presence I cannot avoid. The surroundings seem to distort slightly, as if all sounds, conversations, and laughter are muffled by the intense beat of "The Hills" in the background. Yet, all of that fades as my focus locks onto a single point in the room: Soobin.

He's standing beside Kai, his posture relaxed, but his eyes are fixed on me. There's something in the way he watches me, something that sends a shiver down my spine. His gaze, more than any other in the room, carries weight. It's as if he's trying to understand something that even he can't fully explain. He doesn't look away, doesn't blink. Perhaps, deep down, he knew he would end up here, in this moment.

Kai, beside him, continues talking, but Soobin seems oblivious to his friend's words. Beomgyu and Yeonjun, laughing carelessly, don't notice the almost tangible tension growing between us. Soobin tilts his head slightly, his eyes following my every move, almost studying me. It's not surprise, nor simple admiration—it's curiosity, a kind of quiet fascination. He tries to maintain his composure, but there's something in the way he holds his glass, with a bit more force than necessary, that gives him away.

As you descend, the world around you seems to blur. The laughter in the background, the murmur of conversations, all become a distant hum. Only the deep sound of the music, the pounding of your heart, and Soobin's gaze locked on you remain. He doesn't look away, not allowing himself to miss a single detail.