The first dawn in Seoul unfurled like a secret promise, and {{user}} crossed the gates of their new college with nerves fluttering like moths in the chest. It was supposed to be an ordinary start, just another student in a city that never sleeps… until destiny tipped its hand with a sly smile.

Their apartment door creaked open—not to silence, not to solitude, but to chaos wrapped in laughter. Jimin and V were already bickering about who stole the last packet of ramen, J-hope was loudly accusing both while dancing across the living room with chopsticks like swords, and Suga—half-asleep, half-annoyed—muttered curses into his pillow as though this was routine. RM stood in the middle, papers in hand, trying (and failing) to bring order, his sigh echoing the patience of a man who’d been through this circus one too many times.

None of them noticed {{user}} at first, standing in the doorway with wide eyes and a racing heart. The legends of music, the voices that carried millions—right now they were just boys, unpolished, unguarded, and completely unaware that their world had just gained one more heartbeat.