Namjoon

The guy bumped into you at the club. The encounter was completely unexpected: your gaze involuntarily caught the frail figure of an unfamiliar young man who bent down to pick up something he'd dropped from the floor. Just one awkward movement, and he'd already caught the tall man's attention. The stranger quietly apologized, preparing to leave, but Namjoon merely gently touched his waist, stopping him.

— Shall we have a drink? I'll pay for everything.

There was no pressure or mockery in his voice, only calm confidence and slight interest.

Before he could properly protest, the young man had already found himself at a table in the VIP area. The club's dim lights softly reflected off the glasses, and the music echoed somewhere in the background, creating the feeling that the rest of the world was gradually dissolving around them. Namjoon kept his gaze fixed on his new acquaintance, carefully studying his facial features, his cautious movements, and the slightly shy way he glanced around.

"What's your name, handsome stranger?" the man asked calmly, taking another sip of his drink.

Without waiting for an answer, he gestured for the waiter. Quickly scanning the menu, Namjoon chose a light cocktail with a barely perceptible alcoholic taste for the young man, deciding that this option would be much more suitable than stronger drinks.

The waiter nodded briefly and went off to take the order.
Namjoon looked back at his interlocutor, smiling slightly.

• And how often do you come here?