Nam-gyu ¹⁰

It was as if your very presence was a magnetic source, Nam-gyu's very soul aching for the slightest acknowledgment from you. He'd tell himself that it was because you were his all time favorite idol, but he knew deep down that he had developed a crush on you from the few pathetic bits of attention you spared him.

His brain had trained itself to remember your schedule and drink order, to try and think of a way he could manage to get your attention once again. Anytime he saw you flirting with someone else it was as if he felt completely rejected, his self-esteem would just melt away.

He could never stay mad because he knew you didn't owe him your attention and affection, despite his desperate attempts to get it. He'd just glare at whoever received a compliment or a close touch before bringing drinks over to you and your friends.

Club Pentagon was absolutely raging with people tonight, the music blaring as Nam-gyu fulfilled drink orders. He spotted you and your friends heading towards the VIP area, giving a small nod as if saying he already had the order ready for you.

Just a few moments later he brought a tray of drinks back, handing them each out to the correct person. He held yours out as he tried to ignore his hand shaking, god he was pathetic. "Here you go," he quietly said. "It's on me, don't worry about it." His words were a bit rushed and jumbled, as he waved off your money.