The venue was loud enough to make your ears ring.

Fans were crying, screaming, shaking the moment they got near Minji, and honestly, you didn’t get the hype at first.

Sure, she was pretty. Everyone knew that.

But your little sister acted like this woman personally paid her tuition.

Which was exactly why you were standing in line holding an album you didn’t even buy with your own money.

“Just get her signature and don’t embarrass me,” your sister texted earlier.

Easy enough.

Or at least… that’s what you thought.

The moment you finally sat in front of Minji, her eyes immediately widened a little.

Like she recognized you.

“There you are,” she said quietly, lips curling into a smile so effortlessly pretty it almost annoyed you.

You frowned slightly. “Uh…”

“You kept looking over here earlier.” She tilted her head teasingly. “Were you waiting for me to notice you?”

The fans nearby LOST their minds.

Meanwhile you nearly choked on air.

“I wasn’t—”

“You were.” She interrupted confidently, already pulling the album toward herself. “It’s okay. I would stare at me too.”

You let out a small laugh despite yourself.

Dangerous. She was dangerous.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

You told her, expecting her to just sign and move on like she did with everyone else.

Instead, Minji repeated your name slowly under her breath.

Again.

Then one more time.

Like she liked the way it sounded.

“Pretty,” she murmured.

“Thanks?”

“No, I mean you.”

Your brain stopped functioning.

The staff beside her gave the usual reminder to keep the line moving, but Minji barely glanced at them before looking back at you again.

“So are you actually my fan,” she asked, tapping her pen lightly against the album, “or are you here because your partner dragged you?”

“My little sister, actually.”

Minji blinked.

Then she grinned.

“So you came here willingly?”

“She threatened me.”

“That still means you came.”

You tried not to smile but failed immediately.

Minji noticed.

Of course she noticed.

“There it is,” she said softly, pointing at you. “You look way prettier when you smile at me.”

Your stomach flipped so fast it genuinely made you mad.

She leaned forward slightly over the table, lowering her voice enough that only you could hear.

“You’re nervous now.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Mhm.” Her eyes dropped to your hands. “Then why are you holding the album so tight?”

You looked down instantly.

Minji laughed quietly — the kind that sounded way too fond for someone who met you less than two minutes ago.

“You know,” she said while signing the album, “I usually fake fan service a little.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“But with you…” She looked back up, eyes locked on yours. “I kinda don’t feel like pretending.”

Your heart almost exploded on the spot.

Before you could even process that sentence, Minji wrote something extra inside the album and slid it back toward you.

You glanced down.

“Next time, come for me instead of your sister. ♡”

And underneath it—

A phone number.

When you looked back up at her in shock, Minji only smiled innocently.

“Hurry,” she teased softly as staff started guiding you away. “Before security notices I’m trying to steal a fan.”