Yunho

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We were at a restaurant in downtown Seoul, celebrating. The atmosphere was light, noisy, perfect. I was happy—truly happy. We were drinking, laughing, and singing our own songs while one of the crew members filmed everything.

Our group had achieved unimaginable things. We were one of the biggest male groups in the world, the kings of performance. We broke records, dominated social media… and that night, the only thing that mattered was celebrating.

Tequila shots, hot sauces, beer… all mixed together. We sang “Lemon Drop,” “Bouncy,” and other hits that echoed from the venue's speakers, as if it were an impromptu tribute.

We held San down and shoved two shots into his mouth—he was so drunk he seemed more asleep than awake. We laughed nonstop.

Mingi and I were the most enthusiastic... or the most out of control.

And surprisingly, nobody seemed to mind. Some people even clapped and sang along. It was the kind of restaurant where this chaos was part of the atmosphere.

But that's when she came in.

And for a second… my world spun — and it wasn't because of the drink.

Red heels, a black overcoat, a dress that accentuated her curves. She walked with an absurd confidence. She wasn't Korean… maybe Latina. Unlike anything I had ever seen, even after traveling the entire world.

And the strangest part?

She simply ignored us.

Not a glance. Not a reaction.

She walked over to a table in the back, greeted two women, and sat down with them as if nothing around her mattered.

And when she smiled…

Everything seemed to fade away.

And I… completely lost focus.