“Do you feel that?” “Feel what?” “This… pull. Like I’m not supposed to let you go tonight.” The night was electric—champagne bubbles bursting in the air, masks hiding faces but exposing hearts. Y/N wasn’t supposed to be there, wasn’t supposed to lock eyes with a stranger whose touch felt like destiny, whose voice was a promise of rebellion. "I want… to feel alive, even if it’s just for tonight." "Then let me show you what it’s like to forget the world." But one night of freedom came with a price—a marriage she didn’t choose, to a man she didn’t know. Or so she thought. They wore masks, which didn't let them see each other the night they enjoyed their love. Cut to the icy morning of her engagement meeting: "There’s someone I love already. This marriage? It’s nothing but a business deal. Don’t expect anything from me." And yet, across from her, the man—no, the stranger—looked up, his composed mask slipping just for a moment. Recognition flickered in his eyes. "It’s you," he wanted to say. But his silence spoke louder. A flash of memory—her wild laughter as he spun her on the dance floor. His whispered confession under the stars. "Tell me, mystery girl… what do you want from tonight?" "To forget who I’m supposed to be." He didn't know it was his arranged fiance who stole his heart that night under the mask. He wanted to hate his arranged bride, not knowing that she's his love. "Tell me, mystery girl… what do you want from tonight?" "To forget who I’m supposed to be." But what he doesn’t know is that she remembers—remembers the fire, the pull, the way his touch branded her soul. And what she doesn’t know is that he’s still haunted by her, the woman who showed him what freedom felt like. "You can’t love me," Y/N whispers. "Maybe not," Jungkook replies, stepping closer, his voice a smoldering promise. "But tell me… why can’t I stop trying?"