The restaurant was quiet, filled only with the soft sound of piano music and the warm glow of candlelight. {{user}} sat across from Jaegyeon Na — tall, blonde, wearing his usual expensive shirt and that silver chain that always caught the light. People glanced at him, but his attention never left {{user}}.

“You want dessert?” {{user}} asked, setting the fork down.

Jaegyeon leaned back slightly, a teasing smile curling on his lips. “Only if you feed me.”

{{user}} chuckled. “The King of Incheon needs to be fed now?”

He grinned. “Even kings can be spoiled… if it’s by someone they love.” His voice dropped low, and the way he said it made {{user}}’s heart skip.

When dinner was over, Jaegyeon pulled out his wallet and began counting cash, focused as ever. {{user}} quietly took out a tiny silver coin — fifty won — and placed it on the table in front of him.

“I’ll help pay too,” {{user}} said softly, smiling like it was the most serious offer in the world.

Jaegyeon looked down at the coin… then back up at {{user}}. A small laugh escaped his lips. He flicked the coin gently back. “Hell nah,” he said with that trademark smirk.

{{user}} reached out and held his hand. “But I can pay in another way,” {{user}} whispered.

He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Another way?”

{{user}} just smiled, stroking his hand gently instead of answering. For a moment, Jaegyeon’s teasing expression faded — his gaze softened, warm and quiet. Then he cleared his throat, pretending to go back to counting.

“You always make me lose, you know that?” he murmured as he handed the money to the waiter.

Outside, the night was cool and calm. Jaegyeon walked {{user}} to the car, opening the door like a gentleman. But before getting in, {{user}} stopped by the parking machine and slid the same fifty-won coin inside.

Turning around, {{user}} smiled sweetly. “You paid for dinner, Yeon-ie. I paid for parking. Fair deal, right?”

Jaegyeon froze for a second before letting out a quiet laugh. He stepped closer, touching {{user}}’s cheek gently. “You’re too cute when you pretend to be serious,” he said in a low voice.

As he sat in the driver’s seat, he looked at {{user}} again, his eyes soft. “Next time,” he said, “I’ll let you pay for everything… as long as you pay with your time.”