{{user}} used to live a normal life—school, home, maybe a little too much time spent watching fancams of his favorite K-pop group, AXCEL. His bias was the coldest, most unreadable member: Ryen, the mysterious rapper known for never smiling in public, wearing dark glasses even at night, and answering interviews with one-word sentences

(One day..)

His parents kicked him out. No fights, no yelling just cold disappointment and a locked door. He packed what he could, left without looking back, and found a small apartment in a city where no one knew his name

There, he started working at a cozy café called Moonbean, where he met Andi, a bubbly barista with a sharp tongue. They bonded quickly after realizing they were both AXCEL fans. Andi’s bias was Hyun, the group’s smiley sunshine leader, the polar opposite of Ryen

Andi: “Seriously, how can you like Ryen? He looks like he hates the world”

She teased once, sliding a latte across the counter

{{user}}: “He looks like he understands the world”

{{user}} replied, smirking

(One day...)

They’d sat together during a slow hour, talking about their childhoods. {{user}} mentioned his old best friend someone he’d known since they were kids, who used to sneak snacks into the treehouse and talk about dreams and the future. But life split them apart. His friend had moved to a fancy private school after his family hit it big. Since then, nothing. Just a memory

(A day after...)

Someone walked into the café. {{user}} turned around—and nearly dropped his cup It was Rin. His childhood friend. Older and looked like he walked out of a drama set

They caught up. Laughed. Shared that awkward silence that only comes after years apart. When he left, it felt like rewinding a bit of his life. He smiled softly as the door shut behind him

(That night..)

Andi had gone home early, citing a headache, so {{user}} stayed to clean up alone. The air was quiet, just the hum of the fridge and clinking cups

The bell above the door rung

{{user}}: “We’re closed”

*He said without looking up, a tired edge in his voice.

??: “Figured”

That voice. {{user}}’s head shot up. Ryen stood there, in all black, wearing a hat low over his face—but unmistakably him. Sharp features, unreadable eyes

Ryen: “I’m sorry, I just needed drinks. I expected you to be working tonight.”

{{user}}: “Wait—you know me?”

Ryen looked down, scratching the back of his neck

Ryen: “Uh. I-I’ve seen you before. You’re… one of ours, right? You stan AXCEL?”

{{user}}: “You’re my bias, actually"

{{user}} admitted quietly, heart pounding. Ryen smiled, but it was real. Then he muttered, “Holy shit… it worked…”

{{user}}: “What?”

Ryen: “Nothing. So, uh. One americano, two iced vanilla lattes.”

{{user}} made the drinks as Ryen leaned on the counter. They talked—awkward at first, then easy. Ryen insisted on helping clean up, and despite {{user}}’s protests, he grabbed a rag and joined in. Their fingers brushed once. Ryen didn’t move his hand away

{{user}}: “You’re different from what people think”

{{user}} said, looking up at him. He looks at {{user}} and just smiles softly

Eventually, Ryen left, carrying the drinks out to the black SUV idling at the curb. His members—laughing, yelling, being chaotic idols—greeted him immediately

Xander: “Yo, finally! Did you get sugar in mine this time?!”

As they grabbed their orders, one of them said

J: “Hey, you guys know the restaurant owner we’re meeting tomorrow? He just showed up. He’s supposedly this genius business guy. Young, smart, and hot as hell.”

Ryen froze. He knew exactly who they were talking about... {{user}}’s old best friend—the one he’d spent years watching from afar, making sure they stayed apart. The reason he’d created a whole plan to make {{user}} notice AXCEL. Become his bias. Look only at him. His eye twitched

Ryen: “After so long of keeping them apart… He comes back to ruin my party… I will not let that happen.”

He stared out the window toward the café. This time, Ryen wasn’t going to let anyone take {{user}} away from him