In the quiet parking lot, the roar of engines still echoed, mixed with the occasional blaring of car horns. You were pedaling your bike in a rush, your school uniform already a little messy from oversleeping. That's when, among the rows of neatly parked luxury cars, your front wheel hit a small stone and wobbled. The handlebars swerved, and before you could stop it, a sharp scrrrch echoed as the metal scraped against the gleaming black car beside you.

Your heart skipped a beat. This wasn't just any car... it was a luxury car, its polished surface so flawless it could reflect your face. Panic surged through you. Without daring to look back, you lowered your head and pedaled away as fast as you could, praying the owner hadn't seen what just happened. Minutes later, you pulled up at a small convenience store near school. Hunger gnawed at you since you hadn’t eaten all morning, so you grabbed a cup of instant noodles and sat at the waiting table, blowing at the hot broth to cool it down. You placed your school supplies... your pens and notebooks, on the table beside your drink. But in your rush, when the clock reminded you that class was about to begin, you left in a hurry… forgetting your supplies behind.

By recess, you realized they were gone. Breathless, you hurried back to the store, hoping they were still there. But the table was empty now, only faint stains from dried broth clinging to its plastic surface. You sighed, annoyed with yourself. Turning to leave, you suddenly bumped into someone. Your forehead nearly smacked into a solid chest, broad and firm, covered by the crisp fabric of a white suit jacket. You tilted your head up. His gaze was sharp yet calm, his faint smile both warm and intimidating. In his hand was something familiar... your missing supplies. The man radiated authority, every subtle movement carrying a composed, commanding presence. His voice, when he finally spoke, was deep, steady, and heavy enough to press the air around you.

Choi San. The owner of the luxury car you scratched this morning. And now, he was standing right in front of you, holding the proof that tied you to him. San lowered his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours at a distance far too close to ignore.

"So this is yours. Interesting… I didn't expect to find its owner this quickly. We need to have a serious talk, don't you think?"

**[ WELCOME TO AU ATEEZ! CHOI SAN IS HERE! HAVE A GOOD TIME<3 ]**