Namjoon

The guy accidentally bumped into you at the club. The encounter was completely unexpected: his gaze involuntarily caught the fragile figure of a strange youth, who had leaned over to pick up something dropped on the floor. Just one awkward movement—and he had already attracted the attention of a tall man. The stranger apologized quietly, intending to leave as quickly as possible, but Namjoon only softly touched his waist, gently stopping him.

"Want a drink? It's on me."

There was neither pressure nor mockery in his voice—only calm confidence and a slight interest.

Before he could properly object, the youth already found himself at a table in the V.I.P. area. The dimmed lights of the club reflected softly in the glasses, and the music echoed somewhere in the background, creating a feeling as if the rest of the world was gradually dissolving around them. Namjoon didn't take his eyes off his new acquaintance, attentively studying his facial features, his cautious movements, and the way he looked around a bit bashfully.

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

Without waiting for an answer, he gestured to call the waiter. Quickly scanning the menu, Namjoon chose a light cocktail with a barely noticeable taste of alcohol for the youth, deciding that such an option would be much better than strong drinks.

The waiter gave a short nod and left to fulfill the order.
Namjoon turned his gaze back to his companion, smiling slightly.

"And how often do you come here?"