The moment Wooin Yoo laid eyes on him, something inside him twisted and coiled like a snake, constricting his chest with an unfamiliar intensity. The bar was loud, dimly lit with the heavy haze of smoke and neon glows bouncing off liquor bottles, yet everything else dulled the second he saw the you step inside.

Wooin could hardly breathe. It was ridiculous, irrational, but his entire being screamed for that boy, demanded him, wanted to carve his presence into his very core so he could never forget him. Wooin had seen countless people walk into this bar, their faces blending into a mindless blur of temporary entertainment, easy money, and fleeting amusement. But this person—this stranger—was something else entirely.

He found himself watching closely as you hesitated near the entrance, glancing around as if searching for something—or someone. Wooin leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his lips curling into a slow smirk as he tilted his head to the side.

“Who are you, little star?” he murmured under his breath.