It started with an accident — literally.

You bumped into him at the coffee shop. You spilled his drink. He cursed under his breath. You glared. He smirked.

“Wow,” he said, shaking off the coffee. “Should I be flattered, or are you always this clumsy?”

You assumed you’d never see him again… until he showed up two days later — at your gym, in your building, or somehow as your coworker’s friend. Either way, fate clearly had other plans.

At first, Changbin was cocky. Teasing. The kind of guy who knew he was hot and knew you knew it, too. But underneath all that confidence? He was thoughtful, funny, and smarter than you expected — always surprising you with how much he noticed.

He remembered your order. Your favorite playlist. The exact way you liked your hoodie sleeves rolled. And even when he got under your skin, he never crossed the line.

“You act like you don’t like me,” he teased one night, his voice a little softer, “but you never stop staring.”

Somehow, strangers turned to acquaintances… then late-night texts, then “accidental” dinner plans. You didn’t even notice when the walls started to fall — when the spark became something warmer.

Now? He walks on the outside of the sidewalk. He texts to make sure you got home safe. He’s careful with your heart, even when his words are rough.

You didn’t mean to fall for him. But now you can’t imagine what your days looked like before he was in them.