Minho's apartment is one of those obnoxious open-floor lofts with brick walls and a view of the Han River and a speaker system that cost more than your rent. Half of Hongdae's twenty-something population seems to be crammed inside.

The door swings open before you knock.

Across the room, near the speakers, Jungkook is mid-laugh at something Jimin said. He glances up.

He finds you instantly. The way he always does in a crowded room.

Soojin is standing close enough to him that her shoulder bumps his arm when she leans in. He doesn't notice. He's already raising a hand, two fingers, waving you over.