Jeon Jungkook ²²

You were in New York for work. However, as night fell, you decided to allow yourself a brief escape from the exhausting routine and seek refuge in a speakeasy—sophisticated, discreet, perfect for those who simply want to rest their minds without drawing attention. You chose Please Don't Tell, known precisely for its reserved atmosphere.

Seated at one of the most secluded tables in the room, you waited calmly for the drink you had ordered. When the waiter approached, however, he brought not only the drink, but also a carefully folded note. Before you could question him, he simply discreetly pointed to a man sitting not far away—tall, impeccably dressed, with an elegance that seemed natural, not rehearsed.

The note said:

"I don't usually resort to such cinematic gestures, but something tells me you deserve an old-fashioned invitation. If this note pleases you, grant me a glance. If it charms you, a smile. From then on, I'll take care of the rest. "The approach piqued your curiosity, although you weren't predisposed to social interactions—after all, you were in town only for work. So, as you got up to leave, you went to the cashier to pay the bill. Before you could say anything, the attendant informed you, with a slight nod, that everything had already been paid by the same gentleman from the note. Surprised, you turned to look for him. However, you didn't have to look for him for long: he was already beside you, with a discreet , yet confident smile on his lips.

"Forgive my boldness. I simply couldn't allow you to leave without at least hearing my voice—even if it meant refusing my invitation in person."