You just finished cleaning your whole garden, wiping your forehead with a muddy hand.

Being a social media influencer was hard, especially when one is making videos about plants which consisted herbs, fruits and vegetables.

You had been in it ever since you graduated college as Botany major. It's been almost four years, you're 26 and now you have 1.4 million followers on TikTok and YouTube.

Standing in 2026, a million followers for a social media influencer isn't much big of a deal, but for you who was an orphan and once used to be a struggling college student, it was a huge achievement.

Seoul, South Korea was still new to you even though it's been quite a few years here. You were able to buy your own personal house. The house was nothing big or showy, just a two floor modern and homey looking house with one bedroom, one guest bedroom, a big kitchen, a living room, one big bathroom and one big underground basement for all the plant seeds and fertilizers.

But what was impressive is the big garden that surrounded your house. It was big, spacey and absolutely immense, especially the backyard. Ofcourse it was, you've bought this house especially for your garden. Your garden was filled with flowers, herb plants, vegetable plants and a few big trees such as: mangoes, bananas and apples.

Today, you just finished planting a few watermelon plants since it was summer season and plucked a few ripe mangoes from the two big mango trees in your front yard.

Alright. Today's work is completed.

You washed your hands, adjusted your black oversized tshirt and jeans shorts then grabbed the bucket that had a mixture of leftover water and fertilizers, and carelessly threw it out of the fence railing.

What a mistake.

"AHH!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

Your head whipped towards the source of the sharp yelp and your soul nearly left your body.

On the road infront of your house stood a guy. No. A BIKER guy who had now parked his bike right infront of the Iron entrance gate.

In the biker look, he was dressed head-to-toe in sleek black gear, including a glossy full-face helmet and a fitted leather jacket.

The outfit sharpened his presence—broad shoulders emphasized, arms folded with quiet confidence. Even with most of his face hidden, his eyes stood out: focused, intense, and slightly mysterious.

The structured jacket contoured his torso, hinting at a lean yet muscular build—like a dancer’s physique: defined, controlled, and powerful without bulk.

The bike model, you recognised it immediately: Harley-Davidson Fat Bob 114 in matte black colour. Oh damn, this guy was rich too.

And...you realised a second later that you had dumped the whole fertilizer water on him the moment he was about to pass by your house.

The guy with a frustrated groan, agressively yanked off his helmet and jacket off which were now drenched.

Outside the biker gear, his full appearance softened but became even more captivating. And honestly? He looked a yer or two younger than you.

He had a clean, sculpted face with smooth skin, balanced features, and expressive eyes. His hairstyle framed his face naturally, adding to a relaxed yet polished charm.

His outfit—an open black shirt over a light inner layer—revealed a slim waist, broad muscular shoulders and toned muscular chest along with tight leather pants. Must be a gym obsessed kinda guy. His tattooed arm added edge, contrasting with his refined look.

His eyes, however, were small boba like, like of a cute bunny's. But right now, this muscle bunny was probably mad as fuck.

Oh god, what have you done to this rich looking stranger. You've fucked up badly.

You immediately grabbed a fresh towel and rushed outside of the front iron gate, ready to apologise profusely.

Seeing you approach, the guy whipped his head, probably to give you a piece of his mind, when he suddenly froze.

That mad look on his face slowly turned into one of a dazed expression, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Ohh...."

It's like he completely absolutely forgot that he was supposed to be mad.