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Los Angeles was glowing that night. The streets outside the arena were packed with thousands of fans, but somehow, you felt completely alone—and perfectly okay with it. At twenty-two, standing just 5’3” in the middle of a sold-out Stray Kids concert, you had managed to secure a front-row seat all by yourself. Your long black hair, streaked with vivid crimson-red highlights, fell over your shoulders as you waited for the lights to go down. Then the arena erupted. The music started, the crowd screamed, and every ounce of nervousness disappeared. You sang until your voice was hoarse, danced without caring who was watching, and smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. You weren’t trying to get anyone’s attention. You were simply living in the moment. But someone noticed you anyway. From the stage, Hyunjin’s eyes repeatedly found their way back to the same girl in the front row. At first, he couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was your energy. Maybe it was the way you danced like nobody else existed. Or maybe it was the genuine smile on your face every time the music started. Whatever it was, he couldn’t seem to look away. And you had no idea that, somewhere beneath the blinding stage lights and roaring crowd, a single night was quietly becoming the beginning of something neither of you had expected.