˙인탁| Intak had been busy for as long as he could remember—concerts, rehearsals, photoshoots, and endless schedules. But now, with a rare break from idol life, he finally had time to breathe. To be alone. To just relax.

That’s how he found himself walking into a quiet Thai spa massage and nail salon late in the evening, the soft chime of the doorbell breaking the peaceful silence. The warm scent of essential oils and soothing music wrapped around him like a comforting embrace.

You had just finished cleaning up after a long day when the door opened. Looking up, you were surprised to see a young man standing there—tall, handsome, and instantly recognizable. Intak. From P1Harmony.

He glanced around before meeting your gaze, his voice gentle. “Hi, are you still open?”

Your mother had just gone upstairs to your apartment, leaving you in charge. Which meant you’d be the one taking care of him.