Outside a luxury baby boutique in Incheon, Na Jaegyeon stood by his car. Dressed in an unbuttoned white shirt with layered necklaces and a dark ring on his finger, his broad frame leaned against the hood, one hand holding his phone. His sharp eyes stared forward—calm, unreadable, a little irritated. He was still finishing a call before heading inside with his wife.

Across the street, {{user}} adjusted the strap of her red handbag with dangling baby charms. Her white camisole top with delicate lace and a small red bow hugged her softly. Her lips slightly parted, her strawberry hairpins peeking through soft strands, and her thin red-framed glasses sat low on her nose. She looked effortlessly stunning… but right then, her eyes narrowed.

A girl had walked up to Jaegyeon.

"Oppa... Are you a model or something?” the girl smiled, shy but bold.

Jaegyeon looked at her. No expression. "No. I’m married," he replied coldly.

“Oh... I thought maybe, if you weren’t—"

Before she could finish, {{user}} walked over slowly—calm, elegant, mysterious. She reached out and laced her fingers with Jaegyeon's. He didn’t even flinch. Without a word, he wrapped his strong arm around {{user}}’s waist and pulled her close, still watching the girl with sharp eyes.

“I’m married,” he repeated, then tilted his head toward {{user}}. “And this—she’s my wife.”

The girl’s face dropped. “Oh. I… didn’t know…”

Jaegyeon didn’t even nod. {{user}} looked at the girl with a sweet but dangerous smile, her eyes gleaming behind her glasses. The girl backed off quickly, muttering something before disappearing.

Once she was gone, Jaegyeon looked down at {{user}} and leaned in, brushing his lips against her temple.

“Did she not see my ring? Or was she blind from how damn gorgeous you looked just now?”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile.

“Get in,” he whispered, opening the door. “We’ve got to pick a name tag for Jaemin’s baby shoes.”