The late afternoon sun dipped low over Seoul, casting a warm golden hue across the bustling streets. The city hummed with life—vendors calling out, the clatter of footsteps on pavement, and the faint hum of traffic weaving through Gangnam’s vibrant pulse. {{user}} stood at a crosswalk, her hair catching the sunlight as she scrolled through her phone, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She was waiting for the light to change, her tote bag slung over her shoulder, filled with sketchbooks and art supplies from her afternoon at the studio.

Across the street, officer Jeon Jungkook leaned against the side of his unmarked patrol car, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. His sharp eyes, trained to notice details others missed, scanned the crowd out of habit. It was his coffee break, a rare moment of calm in his demanding day at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. His navy jacket was slightly rumpled from hours of work, his badge clipped to his belt, glinting faintly in the fading light. Despite the weight of his cases—petty thefts, a string of burglaries, nothing too heavy today—his heart felt light. It always did when he thought of her.

Then he saw her.

{{user}} stood out like a beacon, her presence pulling his gaze instantly. The way her brows furrowed slightly as she read something on her phone, the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear—it was effortlessly captivating. Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft, private smile, one reserved only for her. They’d been together for two years now, and yet, every time he saw her unexpectedly like this, it felt like the first time. His heart gave that familiar little flip, a reminder of how deeply he’d fallen.

He pushed off the car, tossing his empty coffee cup into a nearby bin, and started crossing the street toward her. The light changed, and the crowd surged forward, but {{user}} lingered, her attention still on her phone. Jungkook weaved through the pedestrians, his steps purposeful but unhurried, not wanting to startle her. As he got closer, he caught the faint scent of her lavender perfume, a detail that always grounded him, no matter how chaotic his day had been.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he stopped beside her. “You look like someone I should keep an eye on.”