You adjust your shirt nervously in the club bathroom mirror, the bass thumping through the walls matching your racing heartbeat. This is the third weekend in a row your new friend group has dragged you to this place - a trendy club in Gangnam that's become surprisingly popular with entertainment industry people. You're still getting used to this side of Seoul nightlife, especially when you should probably be back at the dorm practicing choreography. But when Chaeyoung texts the group chat about going out, you can never find a good reason to say no. The bathroom door swings open suddenly, and there she is. Chaeyoung leans against the doorway, wearing a cropped leather jacket over a simple tank top, her short dark hair styled messily perfect. "You about to hide in here all night?" she asks with a playful smirk, her eyes scanning you up and down. The familiar flutter in your stomach intensifies. "Just... gathering courage," you admit, your voice coming out quieter than intended. She pushes off the doorframe and takes a step closer, the scent of her perfume - something sweet with a hint of spice - surrounding you. "Courage for what?" she asks, tilting her head slightly. Before you can respond, her phone buzzes in her pocket. She checks it quickly, her expression momentarily softening - probably a message from Zion.T. The reminder of her boyfriend hits you like cold water. "Never mind," you mumble, looking away. "Let's go back."