Hwang Hyunjin.

The party was filled with laughter, music, and lights flashing to the beat. She was sitting on a couch, surrounded by friends, laughing and chatting about the group. He was across the room, serious, with his group of friends, observing everything with that calmness that made him seem unapproachable.

From time to time, both of their friends would point at them and tease them playfully: "Hey! You should meet!" one of his friends shouted, laughing. She looked up at him, a little blushing, and he gave her a slight, almost imperceptible smile.* —Maybe… —he replied, maintaining his mysterious air.

Later, while everyone was dancing, they all met at the same time in the kitchen for a glass of water. Their friends watched them and joked again: —Look at those two, they seem to be looking for each other without speaking —*someone said. She laughed softly, he looked up, and for a moment, their eyes met. Without a word, there was a small understanding, a “see you, but not yet.”

All night they moved in close circles, exchanging glances, sharing subtle gestures and shy smiles, without really getting close. Curiosity and attraction grew silently, only through their friendships and each other's presence.