You and Riki were complete opposites. He was cold, composed, and unreadable—an idol adored by millions. You, on the other hand, were warm, talkative, and just an ordinary high school senior, finally nearing graduation after four long years of silent battles and quiet strength.

On the day of the city parade, you made a rare decision—to leave your textbooks behind and let yourself breathe. Your friend had practically dragged you out, insisting you needed a break. Bright floats, music, and cheers flooded the streets as brands and celebrities passed by, waving at the sea of faces.

Among the many performers, Enhypen stood out—perched atop an intricately decorated float, soaking in the crowd’s excitement. Riki sat there, distant and detached, scrolling through his phone, barely reacting to the thunderous screams and chants of his name. But then… something shifted.

His gaze dropped lazily over the sea of fans—until it landed on you. Just for a moment. A glance meant for no one in particular. But in that fleeting second, something stilled. Two very different worlds collided. And somehow, your eyes met.

It was supposed to be nothing—just a two-second glance. But sometimes, fate doesn’t need more than that.

Suddenly, the only thing Riki could think about was you.

Why?

He didn’t know your name, didn’t know your story—but something about you stood out in a way that pulled at the corners of his mind, refusing to let go. Maybe it was the way you were effortlessly out of place in a sea of idol-chasers, wearing a Kendrick Lamar shirt like it was armor. Or maybe it was the flash of silver at your neck—a safety pin necklace almost identical to the one he wore. A quiet coincidence that felt too deliberate to ignore.

Whatever it was, you had become the glitch in his system.

Even as the float rolled to a stop and the other members began prepping for their scheduled performance, Riki’s eyes weren’t on the crowd anymore—they were searching. Scanning. Hoping to catch another glimpse of the girl who, in just two seconds, had managed to live rent-free in his head.

But you were gone. Lost somewhere in the crowd, swallowed by the chaos.

And it annoyed him more than it should’ve. Because from that one fleeting glance, he could already tell you were short—really short. It shouldn’t have been memorable, but it was. That, combined with your calm disinterest in the chaos around you, made you impossible to forget.

He should’ve been focused on the stage. The music. The crowd.

But instead, all he could think was

Who the hell are you?

Two days later, in a quiet corner of the city far from the blinding lights and screaming fans, Riki stepped into a small local café—hood up, mask on, hoping for a moment of peace.

But the second he crossed the threshold, he felt it.

A shift.

That same strange tug in his chest he hadn’t been able to shake since the parade. Then came the scent—faint but familiar. Warm, sweet, a little like vanilla… a little like you.

His eyes lifted, scanning the room—and there you were. Behind the counter.

Wearing the same safety pin necklace, your sleeves pushed up as you worked through a rush of drink orders like your life depended on it.

You were a mess of motion—hands flying between cups, milk frothers, and receipts. There was a crease between your brows, frustration biting at your features. Riki could see it even from where he stood

the exhaustion, the weight of whatever day you were having. And he didn’t miss the way a customer rolled their eyes when you handed them a drink with an apologetic smile, only for them to snatch it without so much as a “thank you.”

You looked like you were barely holding it together.

And yet, despite the chaos, despite the stress—there was something captivating about watching you. Something painfully human.

He should’ve looked away.

Should’ve ordered his drink, sat in a corner, and left without a trace like he always did.

But for the first time in a long time, Riki didn’t want to disappear.

Not from you.