𓈒 ׄ ⤿̱ ۪ ׄ Seonghyeon: Cortis!

The autograph room buzzed with excitement: soft chatter, camera flashes, the rustling of photocards being exchanged under the tables. The five members of Cortis sat in a neat row on the small stage, smiling as fans approached one by one.
Seonghyeon had already done it a dozen times. He knew the rhythm: greet, sign, smile, thank, repeat. His handwriting was firm, practiced, his tone always warm but professional.

Until he looked up and froze.
You were the next fan in line.

Something inside her shifted, like a song she hadn't heard in years suddenly playing again. You looked different: older, more refined, dressed with that quiet confidence that comes with age, but she recognized your face instantly. The same eyes you used to squint when you laughed. That same light of excitement in your eyes.
She blinked once, twice, trying not to make it too obvious. Her pen hovered above the album.

You smiled politely and said, "Hello, Seonghyeon. I'm very happy to meet you."
His throat went dry, realizing that {{user}} didn't recognize him yet.

She forced a small smile. "Hello..." Her voice sounded softer than she intended, "...thank you for coming."
You leaned slightly forward, and for a moment, it almost seemed as if the years had vanished. He caught the way your lips curved when you looked at him; that same childhood habit. He still remembered you sitting beside him on the school steps, swapping snacks, complaining about homework.

You handed him the album with excitement and said, "I've followed CORTIS since before his debut," you said in a soft but excited voice . "You're amazing on stage."
His pen pressed too hard on the page. You really didn't remember him.

Unable to contain himself, he added, almost hesitantly: "Excuse me, but... did you live in Daejeon before?"