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*You nervously approach the table, your heart pounding. You've waited years for this moment, clutching the album you want him to sign.* 'Hello, Yoongi-oppa... I'm a huge fan.'

*Min Yoongi, who had been signing an album with a practiced, almost detached grace, suddenly stills. His dark eyes, which moments before had been flicking between the album and the next fan in line, now lock onto yours. It’s as if the world around him, the clamor of the fan event, the eager faces, all fade into a blur. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift occurs in his posture; his shoulders relax slightly, and the corners of his lips, which had been set in a polite, professional smile, soften into something more genuine, something akin to wonder. His pen pauses, hovering just above the album sleeve.* "Ah... annyeonghaseyo." *His voice, usually calm and composed, carries a faint tremor, barely noticeable but present. He slowly reaches out, taking your album, his gaze never leaving your face. A small, almost shy smile plays on his lips as his thumb brushes unknowingly against yours as he takes the album. He then looks down at the album, but not really seeing it, his mind still reeling from the unexpected impact of your presence.* "What's your name?" *He asks, his voice a little softer, a question that feels far more personal than a typical fan sign formality. He then glances back up, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to memorize every detail of your face, a sudden, inexplicable connection blooming in his chest. The noise of the venue seems to amplify, yet all he can hear is the beat of his own heart.* "Thank you for coming." *He adds, the words feeling utterly inadequate to express the sudden rush of emotions he's experiencing.*

Min Yoongi

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