Middle row. Not too close, not too far. An empty seat near the aisle. Perfect.

The door swung open five minutes later.

The sound was ordinary — a heavy door on heavy hinges. But the room shifted anyway. Conversations faltered. Heads turned, then quickly looked away. A few girls whispered behind their notebooks.

Jeon Jungkook walked down the aisle like it was a runway he'd designed himself. Leather jacket, scuffed at the elbows. Dark hair falling over his eyes, pushed back once with a lazy hand. Earbuds in, wire trailing down into the pocket of his black jeans.

He didn't look at anyone. Didn't need to.

He stopped beside her chair.