"Hey, Y/N! Can you - can we take a picture?" You turn to the little crowd of youngsters that have crowded around you.

"Sure thing!" You offer them a huge smile. One by one, you talk to everyone who approaches you. Your bodyguard is close at hand but no one misbehaves.

"I heard Pink Diamond when Yong-hwa played it on vlive..." An Asian girl of about fifteen was going on about how she discovered your song.
"Wait, wait, wait, you need to tell me who that is, first."

"Oh my god, see, he belongs to this band called CNBLUE -"
You glance at Monica for help. Lily mutters something in Monica's ear. She mouths "K-ay-Pop".

"Ah, you listen to Kpop!" you exclaim.

"Yes, oh my god, do you too? What's your favorite group? Me, firstly I love BTS, Stray Kids, CIX,..."

"I have a lot to discover it seems, but I will first write down CNBLUE, and BTS I've heard of them, yes..." You make a serious mental note to discover the band. It's becoming an occupational hazard to not know. Meanwhile, out of your sight, the chestnut-haired guy has quietly resumed his seat at the first mention of K-pop.

The rest of the night passes quickly. It is early morning by the time the storm has died down. You're exhausted to the bone. You're pleased when Ellen's mum announces that it's safe to leave the hall now. She adds a warning to be careful nonetheless as glass panes have sustained damages at some locations.

Right after that, she comes to send you off personally, "Ma'am, I can't thank you enough for taking care of Ellen last night,"
You take her hand, "I think Ellen took pretty good care of us otherwise we - at least I - would not have survived the wait..."

You bid goodbye to little Ellen. She waves to everyone, including your rude guy - and for the first time, you see his eyes crinkle in a grin - he waves back - and bows lightly at the officer.

"We survived." You say weakly to Monica once you're alone again. "How do I look?" you yawn and add, "You look perfect as usual, Monica, how does she do it?" You look at Lily at the last question. Monica offers you a comb in response.

You notice that the guitar guy is about to leave, and on an impulse, walk up to him. He hasn't talked to you at all this entire time - and you're not sure if it is you giving the benefit of doubt to his apparent coldness or just plain curiosity driving you to him. Either way, you face him and he straightens up to face you.

"You're pretty good with your guitar," you remember his English isn't good, so you add a little slowly, "thank you for playing your guitar last night."

He nods. He's tired too. Yet, still cool somehow. How even?

"Is it too much to ask for your name?" You phrase your question that way, remembering his reluctance to say his name last night.

There is a pause. You're about to give up when he responds in a low voice,

"Suga."

Behind you, Monica gasps. Someone, you presume Lily, drops a bag. So he must be a - what was that now? - An idol, yeah, you think. Although the name does ring a bell in your sleep-deprived brain, you can't for the life of you remember why. Anyway, you offer him your hand.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Shooga."

"You too," he says, shaking your hand. His palm is cold, but strangely, his demeanor has softened, and the look in his eyes is, to your surprise, mischievous.

"You owe me one, Y/N," he adds, before grabbing a backpack and walking away.

"Is it just me," you start talking when he's out of earshot, "or did that sound a tiny bit flirty?" You ask your companions, noticing their faces a little late, but with amusement. Both of them are scarlet. Lily is practically bouncing with her mouth covered. Lily - okay - but Monica was never perturbed by anyone. No one. Celebrity, handsome, scary, whatever. So, when you spot her blushing like that you're seriously curious as to who you just met.

"What's with the tomato faces you two?" you ask, laughing.

"You, my friend, are dense. But I will always, always work for you with all my heart for moments like these," Monica replies, still staring after the departed men. They weren't even visible anymore.
"Hey, that's mean!"
"Y/N!" Lily screeches. "SUGA Y/N SUGA!"
That's when it hits you. "Suga of BTS?" you ask tentatively.
Lily nods furiously. "His voice and his face how did I NOT recognize -!"

"Um. Is there any chance he didn't hear me call him Sugar and laugh at the whole thing? No right?" you scratch your head. But then you remember how cold he was even before you launched your tease-the-life-out-of-Lily ft. dissing K-pop track.

"He's a bit cold," you remark, and continue over Lily's protests, "but he doesn't understand English that well - and what are the chances of us meeting again anyway!"

"Lily - send a clip from last night to Rohini - without the kid's face - we need articles out asap," Monica commands.

"I made lots of videos of you singing last night - people reacted so well!" Lily explains when you look confused.

"Ooh - I can imagine the headlines," you chuckle, "'Watch Y/N lift everyone's spirits by her soulful voice'-"

"Yeah, yeah all that," Monica cuts you off to bark some more instructions at Lily.

You shake your head. "Okay, what if I treat us to some decent breakfast and you both-" you grab their arms "- introduce me to Kpop? For real?"

Lily squeals with excitement, and even Monica's lips curl. The storm has subsided leaving no traces in the sunny blue sky, but plenty on the ground. You all walk into the Florida sun dreaming of toasts, eggs and smoothies.

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