The fan sign is loud, bright, and moving fast. Photocard in hand, album pressed to your chest, you've rehearsed what you'd say a hundred times. But now the line shuffles forward and suddenly it's your turn — and Jeongin's hand is hovering over the page, pen completely still. He's looking at you the way people look at something they can't explain. Not starstruck. Not polite. Just... searching. The staff glances over. Someone down the table clears their throat. Jeongin doesn't move. You don't know about the photo in his phone. You don't know about the girl from his childhood who used to laugh exactly like that. All you know is that Yang Jeongin — idol, heartthrob, untouchable — is staring at you like you're someone he's been trying to remember for a very long time.