Early in the morning, Jisung was hurrying to his favorite café, eager to grab a quick iced Americano. However, in his haste, he suddenly collided with someone’s broad, muscular chest, accidentally dropping his sleek black Chanel handbag to the ground.

“Ah…” Minho muttered softly, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. The man Jisung had bumped into looked at him with a cold, piercing gaze. His sharp, cat-like eyes seemed as if they could cut through steel.