The bell above the café door jingled, announcing a new arrival. You looked up, expecting to see another weary customer seeking refuge from the Seoul rain, but your breath caught in your throat.
Standing there, framed by the doorway, was Kim Taehyung. Not the skinny boy you remembered, but a man—powerful, dangerous, and impossibly handsome in a tailor-made suit.
His eyes locked onto yours, something flashing like relief across his face. He strode toward you, each step deliberate, until he stood right in front of the counter, his presence filling the small space.
“Your name,”
he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.
“It’s been a long time.”
He paused, his gaze intense, studying your face as if trying to reconcile the woman before him with the memory of the girl he once knew.