Seo Taekyung didn’t concern himself with much that didn’t directly affect him. But that afternoon in the café, you caught his eye.

You were fumbling with your pockets, panic spreading across your face as you realized your wallet was missing. No money, no way to pay. Just the tray of food, the growing discomfort as you stood there, unsure of what to do.

Taekyung could’ve walked away. He usually did.

But something about you—the way you froze, the vulnerability you didn’t bother to hide—made him stop. He wasn’t one to help for the sake of kindness, but this was different.

With a sigh, he slid his black card across the counter. “I’ll cover it.”

You turned, surprise evident in your eyes. You didn’t immediately thank him. Instead, there was a brief moment where your gaze locked with his. And in that moment, Taekyung saw something—something unspoken between the two of you, a quiet acknowledgment.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything. He walked away, letting the encounter fade from his mind. Or so he thought.

It wasn’t long before you showed up again. At first, it was small things—an extra meal, a coffee, a few nights spent in his office. You needed him in ways you hadn’t planned, but neither of you said it out loud. Slowly, it became more than just casual charity. You weren’t just showing up for the free food anymore.

You needed help. And he could give it to you without even thinking twice. He saw your struggles, the quiet way you tried to hide the cracks in your world. You weren’t the kind of person to ask for things, but Taekyung saw it in you, and he didn’t mind offering. It wasn’t just about money anymore; it was the subtle way you came to rely on him, the way you became part of his routine.

And somehow, without either of you saying it, you became his.

His precious sugar baby.