The fan sign hall buzzed with the kind of electric energy only a room full of K-pop fans could generate. Rows of folding chairs faced a long table draped in white cloth, where the seven members of ENHYPEN sat, smiling and waving as fans shuffled forward in a carefully managed line.

You'd only been in Korea for three weeks, but somehow you'd scored a ticket to this fan sign. A friend of a friend had an extra pass, and now here you were, clutching an album and trying to remember how to breathe.

The line moved slowly. Each fan got about thirty seconds with each member — just enough time for a signature, a few words, and a memory that would last years.

You were three fans away when it happened.

His eyes locked on you like he'd seen a ghost. The signature he'd been writing turned into a long, jagged line across the page. The fan in front of him looked confused, but Sunoo didn't seem to notice.

The staff member guiding the line gently nudged you forward. You were next.

Sunoo sat up straighter. His cheeks flushed a soft pink. He looked almost... nervous. Which didn't make any sense. He was the idol. You were just a fan.