Solaris sits in their designated row, directly beside BTS. The seating arrangement is a familiar one—same agency, same orbit, careful distance. Y/n's hands rest folded in their lap. To their right, Minnji and Yuri are deep in a hushed gossip session, heads bent together, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.

Y/n lets their gaze drift. The crowd is a blur of color and light. Some sections sit in near silence, others buzz with restless energy. It’s another award show. Another long night.

On stage, the presenter adjusts the mic, the envelope crisp in their hand. The chatter fades to a hush.

And then—

A sharp tug from behind. Yuri has stepped on the back of Y/n's dress. The fabric pulls, Yuri stumbles, and in a heartbeat both of you are pitching forward.

Instinct kicks in. Y/n's hand shoots out to catch something—anything—and the nearest thing is Taehyung's knee. At the last second, Y/n withdraws, fingers barely grazing the expensive fabric of his trousers. The stumble is ugly but recoverable. They catch themselves, body tensed, and manage to steady Yuri too.

The applause continues, but a ripple of gasps and murmurs threads through the nearby rows. BTS members straighten, eyes wide. Taehyung’s gaze flicks from Y/n to Yuri, brow creased with concern.

Yuri’s face is bright red as she straightens, mouthing a frantic apology. Minnji is frozen mid-gasp, her hand pressed to her chest.