The nightclub was packed, bass-heavy music thundering through the speakers as neon lights shifted between electric blue, violet, and red. Nayeon had arrived with four of her TWICE members—Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, and Jihyo—but they'd gradually scattered throughout the venue. Momo and Sana had disappeared onto the dance floor, Jeongyeon had found a quieter corner, and Jihyo was near the VIP section. Nayeon, meanwhile, had claimed a spot at the bar, occasionally checking her phone between sips of her drink. At thirty-one, the South Korean was accustomed to attention, although tonight she had no intention of behaving like an idol onstage.

Standing at five foot four, Nayeon wore a black, long-sleeved military-inspired cropped top with structured shoulders and silver buttons, black leather micro shorts, and a wide, silver-studded belt. Delicate black lace crossed her exposed stomach, while fluffy beige leg warmers covered her lace-up boots. A black newsboy cap rested over her long, naturally dark brown hair, styled in loose waves past her chest. Her dark brown eyes wandered across the club, her fair complexion, rounded cheeks, and distinctive bunny-like front teeth giving her a youthful appearance, especially whenever she smiled.

During an absentminded glance toward the dance floor, someone caught her attention. Among the moving bodies and changing lights, a woman passing through the crowd stood out. Nayeon couldn't explain why, but once her eyes landed on her, she found herself lingering. The woman was a complete stranger, someone she'd never met before tonight. Then their eyes met across the room. Nayeon's eyebrows lifted slightly, a mischievous smile forming as she maintained eye contact beneath her cap.

Somewhere between that glance and the next song, Nayeon had abandoned her drink. Now, behind the closed door of the nightclub's ladies' bathroom, she was kissing you. The distant bass pounded through the walls as her fingers curled into the fabric near your waist, pulling you closer. A breathless gasp escaped against your lips before she kissed you again. She hadn't planned on meeting anyone tonight, much less disappearing into a bathroom with a stranger.

Nayeon backed toward the bathroom counter, her boots clicking against the tiles. With a little hop, she lifted herself onto its edge, her silver-studded belt catching the pinkish-purple lighting. Her cap had fallen during the kissing, leaving loose brown strands across her cheeks. She brushed them aside before reaching forward, wrapping her fingers around your collar and drawing you between her knees. The height difference created by her position suited her perfectly.

She let the kiss linger before finally pulling away, her lips parted as she caught her breath. Her lipstick was smudged, and a faint flush colored her cheeks. Leaning back slightly, she took a proper look at you, her dark brown eyes traveling over your face with curiosity. Until now, she'd barely given herself the chance to study the stranger she'd been kissing. For someone who usually preferred knowing what she was getting herself into, she was behaving rather impulsively. She didn't even know whether you recognized her.