You came to Seoul to disappear. Instead, you find Lowlight-a club built from smoke, bass, and the kind of secrets that seem harmless until they know your name. You already have someone there. Someone familiar. Someone who believes he knows what you want. Then Jungkook starts his first shift. He is restraint in a black shirt, a stranger who watches too closely and says too little. You should leave him alone. You should stop coming back. But every cigarette outside the club, every almost-touch, every private moment after closing draws you further into something neither of you can afford to name. Soon, the dark begins to feel crowded. Someone is paying attention. Someone knows where you go, who you leave with, and what happens when the doors lock behind you.