The Accidental Meeting

Seoul’s night sky shimmered with countless lights some from the glittering high-rises, others from the neon signs of convenience stores and bars that stayed open until dawn. For Hana, this city wasn’t just a new home; it was a living dream. She had come here with a suitcase full of determination and a heart full of hopes that one day, all her sacrifices would make sense.

At twenty-two, Hana was not just another dreamer. She was a woman who had fought her way through countless rejections and late nights to finally land a stable job in one of Seoul’s top entertainment companies as a manager’s assistant. It wasn’t glamorous, at least not yet. Most of her days were spent juggling schedules, coordinating transport, or picking up coffee orders for people who barely remembered her name. But to Hana, every errand felt like one step closer to the life she wanted.

Still, some nights, exhaustion hit harder than ambition.

It was one such night.

Dragging her tired feet along the quiet streets of Gangnam, Hana let out a long sigh. She had just wrapped up a fourteen-hour workday. Her hair was messy, tied up in a loose ponytail, and her blouse carried faint wrinkles from hours of sitting in a cramped office chair. Her phone buzzed endlessly with work notifications, but tonight, she decided to ignore them. All she wanted was a hot shower, some instant ramen, and her soft bed.

Her apartment was just two blocks away when she collided with someone hard enough that her phone slipped from her hand and clattered to the pavement.

“Ow!” she winced, steadying herself before glaring at the man she had bumped into.

The stranger wore a black hoodie pulled over his head and a black cap. Most of his face was hidden behind a black mask. Even in Seoul, where masks were common, his deliberate attempt to hide stood out. He bent down immediately, picking up her phone and handing it back to her.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was soft, husky, and oddly familiar.

Hana narrowed her eyes. “Maybe you should watch where you’re going? People actually use these sidewalks, you know.”

The man tilted his head slightly, clearly amused by her annoyance. “Noted. But you were staring at the ground too.”

Her cheeks warmed. He wasn’t wrong. She had been lost in her thoughts. Still, she crossed her arms stubbornly. “Excuses won’t work, mister.”

The stranger chuckled, a sound so smooth it sent shivers down her spine. His eyes crinkled above the mask, and for a moment, Hana thought they looked strangely familiar like she had seen them before, perhaps on a screen.

But she quickly shook off the thought. Seoul was huge, and celebrities didn’t just walk around in random alleys at midnight.

“You’re feisty,” he said, his tone playful now. “Most girls would’ve just asked for an autograph.”

Hana frowned. “Autograph? Why would I want that? You’re just some suspicious guy covering his face like a burglar.”

The stranger laughed again, louder this time. “Suspicious guy? That’s a first.”

Hana rolled her eyes and brushed past him. “Whatever. I don’t have time for this.”

But as she walked away, she couldn’t shake the feeling of his gaze lingering on her back.

Later That Night

Back in her apartment, Hana dropped onto her bed with a groan. The encounter replayed in her mind against her will. His voice…his eyes… Why did they feel so familiar?

“Don’t be ridiculous, Hana,” she muttered to herself, covering her face with a pillow. “It’s not like you just bumped into Park Jimin on the street.”

Her heart skipped at the thought. Jimin. Her ultimate bias. Her reason for surviving the hardest moments in her life.

Growing up, when her parents constantly fought, when loneliness gnawed at her in the quiet nights, BTS’s music had been her refuge. Their lyrics reminded her that dreams were worth chasing and that pain could be turned into strength. Jimin, in particular, had always been her comfort. His smile, his voice, his stage presence everything about him had been a beacon of hope.

But that was fantasy. Reality was crueler. Reality was schedules, unpaid overtime, and ramen for dinner.

Hana shook her head and turned off the lamp. Tomorrow was another busy day. She couldn’t waste energy daydreaming about idols who didn’t even know she existed.

Or so she thought.

The Next Morning

Hana arrived at the office early, juggling coffee trays and files as usual. The company was buzzing with activity today apparently, one of their biggest clients was returning from a tour abroad, and preparations for the next project had already begun.

Her supervisor handed her a thick folder. “Hana, you’ll be joining the senior managers for a new assignment. BTS just signed with us for part of their promotions, and you’ll be supporting the logistics team.”

Hana’s eyes widened. “B-BTS? As in… BTS?”

Her supervisor gave her a dry look. “Yes, as in the world’s biggest boy band. Try not to lose your professionalism. You’re here to work, not fangirl.”

Hana swallowed hard and nodded quickly. “Of course. Work only.”

Her hands trembled as she clutched the folder. Inside were schedules, performance details, and travel plans all connected to the group that had been her everything.

She couldn’t believe it. Fate had brought her here.

Later That Day

The staff meeting room was buzzing with activity as BTS’s managers, stylists, and assistants discussed plans. Hana sat quietly, jotting down notes, trying her best not to look like she was about to faint.

She didn’t expect to actually see the members today. Usually, meetings were handled by managers first. But fate, it seemed, had other plans once again.

The door opened, and the room fell silent. BTS walked in, one by one, casually dressed but still radiating an aura that made the air feel heavy. Hana’s breath caught as her eyes instinctively searched for him.

And there he was.

Jimin.

He wore a simple black hoodie and cap. His mask covered half his face, but his eyes those same familiar eyes from last night met hers for the briefest second.

Hana’s heart stopped.

It couldn’t be.

No. It was.

The man she had called “suspicious” and “like a burglar” was none other than the idol she had admired for years.

Her blood drained from her face.

Jimin, on the other hand, seemed oddly entertained. His eyes softened with recognition, and a faint smile tugged beneath his mask.

After the Meeting

Hana tried to escape quickly, but a hand gently caught her wrist as she walked out of the conference room. Startled, she turned and froze when she saw him.

“Miss suspicious,” Jimin whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “We meet again.”

Her throat went dry. “Y-you”

“Shh.” His finger pressed lightly to his mask, signaling secrecy. “Don’t look so shocked. People will notice.”

Hana stepped back, flustered. “Why didn’t you why didn’t you say anything last night?”

Jimin tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. “Would you have believed me?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Probably not.

Jimin leaned a little closer, his voice playful yet gentle. “I liked that you didn’t recognize me. It felt…refreshing.”

Hana’s heart pounded uncontrollably. Was this real life? Or had she fallen asleep at her desk and was dreaming all this?

Before she could respond, one of the senior managers called her name, and she reluctantly pulled away. Jimin, however, watched her leave with a small, almost satisfied smile.

That Night

Lying in her bed, Hana replayed the entire day. She had actually spoken to Jimin. Not as a fan. Not as someone screaming from the audience. But face-to-face, like two normal people.

Her cheeks burned as she buried her face in her pillow.

“This is crazy,” she muttered. “Absolutely crazy.”

But no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, her heart whispered something different.

This was fate

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