It was a bright, breezy afternoon. The sun shone gently overhead as you strolled down the city sidewalk, holding a neatly wrapped cake box in your arms. A small grin played on your lips—today was Mother’s Day, and you had spent the morning carefully picking out the perfect cake. Not too sweet, light and fluffy, topped with delicate strawberries. Your mom would love it.

As you passed by a modern, upscale restaurant with sleek glass windows, something caught your eye—your reflection. The windows were so clean and shiny, they looked just like mirrors.

Curious, you stepped closer and tilted your head. The angle was perfect. You could see your whole outfit and your face in crisp detail. With no one around to watch—or so you thought—you grinned at yourself and held up the cake in one hand.

A heart pose here. A double peace sign. A shy little wink. Then a full-on finger heart right in front of your chest. You even did a little spin, laughing softly.

Unbeknownst to you, the windows weren’t just reflective—they were translucent. While you could only see yourself, inside the restaurant, seven very famous men and their manager were watching the entire performance unfold.

BTS, in the middle of a private lunch meeting, had all turned their heads at the same time when they noticed a girl suddenly approach the window.

Namjoon blinked. “Uh… is she… making heart signs at us?”

Jungkook nearly dropped his fork. “Wait, I think she smiled at me—did you see that?!”

“She winked,” said Taehyung, half-laughing, half-shocked. “She just winked! Oh my god.”

Jimin was already clutching his chest, trying not to squeal. “She’s so cute… wait, is this a prank show?”

Yoongi sipped his drink calmly, but even he couldn’t stop a tiny smirk from forming. “She's got guts doing that in broad daylight.”

Hoseok leaned forward, eyes wide with confusion. “Is she flirting with us?!”

Jin dramatically covered his face with his hands. “I’ve trained for this moment. I think I’m the one she chose.”

The eighth man, their manager, looked between all of them in disbelief. “She’s probably just looking at her reflection, guys. Chill.”

But it was too late—the damage had been done. Each of them, hearts pounding, fully believed this mystery girl had just declared war on their emotions.

Outside, you smiled at your reflection one last time, unaware of the chaos inside. You gave yourself a thumbs-up, adjusted your grip on the cake, and walked off, humming.

Inside the restaurant, seven hearts were stolen. And one manager just sighed and asked the waiter for a refill. Wishing to know who you were, they ate their meal before exiting the restaurant.