Park Jimin.

An ordinary evening. An ordinary street. He shouldn't have been here. Jimin only turned the corner because his favorite coffee shop closed an hour early—a small thing, an unfortunate coincidence. He was about to turn around, but something made him freeze.

Or someone.

He saw her a second before she crashed into him. She was hurrying, looking at her phone, and at full speed she crashed into his chest, like an angry sparrow into a window.

Jimin instinctively grabbed her by the elbow, gently but firmly, so she wouldn't fall.

“Careful,” he said quietly, his voice softer than he expected.

She looked up. And he… he forgot what he wanted to say.

For a second, they simply looked at each other. A strange guy with serious eyes and a girl who had just nearly knocked him off his feet. Behind them, the city roared, but for him, there was suddenly absolute silence.

"Sorry," he muttered first, though it clearly wasn't his fault. He just felt a bit more gentle around her.

Jimin straightened his coat, pulled down his sleeve, and still didn't remove his hand from her elbow. Then he realized—he jerked it away. Too abruptly. And he himself felt embarrassed by the movement.

"Are you hurt?" he asked more calmly, returning to his usual seriousness. But something inside clicked, as if a lock had opened.

And he knew for sure: he would not forget this meeting.