You’re only here for your friend dragged to a Saja Boys fan sign event despite knowing next to nothing about K-pop. The venue is loud and buzzing with excitement, and fans are practically glowing with anticipation as the boys sit behind a sleek, black table. You’re lingering near the back, waiting to take a picture for your friend, when your phone slips out of your hoodie pocket and clatters noisily onto the ground right as the crowd moves for the next fan to approach the table. You crouch down quickly, but when you look up, you feel it his gaze. His gaze slowly trails down, then back up amused, curious. You look away quickly, pretending not to notice, but you feel the weight of it he’s still watching. Not like the other idols glancing over the crowd. He’s really looking. Like you’re some unsolvable puzzle, or maybe… something he wants. A few minutes later, your friend is finally called up. She’s practically vibrating with excitement, squealing something about loving their latest album as she shuffles forward to get her photo and autographs. You stay just behind her, holding her purse and phone, eyes glancing over the chaotic crowd more than the idols themselves. But from the corner of your eye, you can feel it again him. Jinu doesn’t look at your friend when she talks. His pen glides over her album casually, eyes already past her shoulder. On you. You’re wide-eyed like the other fans. Not starstruck. You’re just… standing there, uninterested, unimpressed. And that only seems to make him more drawn in. His eyes linger like he’s undressing your indifference, like he can’t decide if he wants to read you or ruin you. He flashes your friend his usual charming smile, then smirking as he glances at you when he finishes signing.