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We fell in sync with the love song of our feet against the music, while our gazes never left the other. It was suffering, attempting to take all of his charms in. His hair pushed away from his forehead with a stray strand dangling loose, yet still seemed to stay in place. His pristine appearance of a designer suit he wore clung to him elegantly. The style complimented him with perfection. His hooded gaze never left me as a tiny breath from his parted lips warmed me. I wondered what he was thinking.

Perhaps my presence drew the memory of the few encounters we've had, but my memory drifted to our first. He and his band scheduled to appear on the network I work for, and I assisted the production team that day.

"Five Minutes to go time!"

"Zee, escort the group to the stage and get them seated," the team lead directed. I nodded in agreement and introduced myself to them before guiding them to their seat. Once I was down to the last member, he stared at me. His thick brows knitted in confusion.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, have we met before?" He asked.

"Four minutes!"

I've only lived in Korea for almost a year and besides the paraphernalia of them posted almost everywhere, I would remember being acquainted with the likes of him. His face is tough to dismiss. "No, I don't think we have." I noticed the shock on his face when his native language flowed from my lips. Natives sometimes spoke English first when encountered with a foreigner, but I didn't mind either way. I attempted to walk away, but he wouldn't allow me.

"I'm sure of it." He pressed, now responding in his natural tongue. His eyes squinted a bit with a slight head tilt until he smiled. "You're right, we haven't. But I've seen you before."

I had to wonder if this was some attempt at a pickup line gone wrong, but then again, why on Earth would he want to talk to me? Surely I couldn't be his type. "I'm sure you have if you've been here at the network before-I drift around a lot," I answered.

He shook his head. "Not here, maybe a photo?" He snapped his fingers as if the light of realization switched in his thoughts. "You're the stepdaughter of my mother's friend. You moved here a year ago, correct?"

My heart throbbed against my chest like the force of a thousand winds. Who would have thought I would connect with a celebrity like him? My stepmother told me her friend had a son who was an idol. Never in a million years would I have guessed he belong to one of the most celebrated musical talents here. "Um, y-yeah."

"Three Minutes!"

"Seokjin." He introduced with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Hazel," I replied.

He nodded and took his seat with his bandmates, some of them watching our interaction and I lowered my gaze, bashful to the exchange.

It was months later before I saw him again. The first holiday party I attended in the home of the Kims and Seokjin introduced himself to me once more. That night, he asked me to dance and since then, it's become a tradition for us to grace the floor of the party. At first, it was nerve-wracking the way people watched us, but as the years passed, the crowd became obsolete when I'm in his arms. I'm beyond mesmerized by the man I've grown to know, but as I gaze into his eyes, I see something else.

He's practiced nonstop day and night and, knowing Seokjin, he allotted extra hours in his preparation. He strived so hard to be perfect and doesn't realize how much he already is. Seokjin has to appear in the rest of the award shows this month plus a few in January. The usual glimmer is his eyes dimmed by the fatigue of a weary journey. I encouraged him to rest, but he's just as stubborn as he is handsome.

The song seemed to last for hours, and during the melody, we remained silent. When he moved, I moved. When he stared, so did I. I'm not sure why we are like this during the few times of the year we can spend time together, but it had more to do with work than us. There isn't really an "us" anyway.

The sounds of the song singing in the background faded and suddenly chatter was on the rise. Seokjin and I drifted apart, and I bowed, thanking him for his time. I was about to exit stage right until he took my hand and led me away from the crowd. Away from the noise.

I didn't hesitate. It reminded me of our moment last year during the same occasion, but something happened then. My body chilled from the memory, wondering if the same would happen again.

Seokjin presented me with my coat and a smile on his face. This was different. I slide my arms into the warm fabric and bundled up. He slid on his as well and handed me my purse. He's always a gentleman. Seokjin nodded and led me toward the exit of his parent's home and into his car. "I want to show you something," he uttered. Not giving me a chance to respond, he cranked the car and placed it in gear. My heart drummed again, and the butterflies swarmed in fervor. I grew anxious. Nervous. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to ease my nerves, but I couldn't get over the feeling.

He wanted to share something with me.

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