Minho was accustomed to perfect order. At 5:30 AM, he would wake up. He got up without an alarm – a habit developed over years. At 6:00 AM, he would go for a run, feeling the cool morning air fill his lungs. At 6:30 AM, he would take a cold shower, organizing his thoughts and planning the day. At 7:00 AM, he would sit at his desk, checking his email to know what deals and meetings awaited him. And at 7:45 AM, he would go to his favorite café for his usual order – a double espresso, no sugar. Minho valued order. For him, every action had a purpose, every morning was meticulously planned. Even a single extra second of delay could turn into a lost opportunity. But that morning, someone dared to disrupt his perfect routine. He had already left the café, holding his cup of coffee, when he felt someone bump into him with such force that he almost lost his balance. — "Oh, crap!" — Minho exclaimed, staggering back. Standing in front of him was a guy with horror in his eyes. Tousled hair, a hoodie, a bag slung over his shoulder – he looked as if he had just rushed out of the house, having forgotten even to eat breakfast. Dumbfounded, Minho stared at him, unable to believe what was happening. Minho froze. Slowly, very slowly, he looked down. His pristine white shirt was ruined. His expensive suit jacket was too. The smell of strong coffee hung in the air. — "Watch where you're going!" — Minho exclaimed, raising his head, only to then see Jisung's large, frightened eyes.