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You met Yunho on a Tuesday.

Rainy, miserable Tuesday. Your favorite café was full, your phone was dead, and your mood was dragging itself across the floor.

Then someone bumped into you like a human hurricane. Tall. Warm. Apologetic in the most dramatic way possible.

“OH NO—ARE YOU OKAY?!” the voice boomed, followed by a pair of massive hands waving in panic. “I swear I wasn’t looking—wow, you’re small. Sorry. Not an insult. Just a—fact?”

You blinked up at him.

He was tall. Like, comically tall. And gorgeous in that “I was probably cast as the romantic lead in your dreams” kinda way.

“I’m Yunho,” he said, hand extended and smile already glowing like a second sun. “Can I buy you a drink to apologize for almost launching you into another dimension?”