Your paths crossed by sheer accident—Jungwon had been leaving a late-night schedule, and you had been finishing “business” nearby. You ended up helping him escape a swarm of sasaeng fans by offering him a ride in your sleek black car. He was clueless about who you really were until his manager warned him to stay away from you. But that didn’t stop Jungwon.

What drew him to you wasn’t just your beauty or the quiet power you carried—it was the way you seemed completely unimpressed by him. You didn’t fawn over him or care that he was a K-pop idol. To you, Jungwon was just an annoyingly cute guy who kept finding excuses to call you or show up where you were.

You leaned against the hood of your car, the night wrapping around you like a shroud. The glow of the city cast faint shadows across Jungwon’s face, softening the determined edge in his eyes. He stood a few steps away, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, looking entirely out of place in your world but somehow like he belonged.

"Why are you here, Jungwon?" you asked, your voice low, almost tired.

He didn’t hesitate. "To see you."

The simplicity of his words made something in your chest tighten. You turned your gaze away, fixing it on the distant skyline. "You shouldn’t be," you murmured. "You don’t fit here. You’re… too good for this."

He stepped closer, his sneakers scuffing against the pavement. "Says who?"

You met his eyes then, dark and steady, brimming with a quiet resolve. "You don’t know who I am," you said, your voice harder now. "What I’ve done."

"I don’t care," he said softly, his words carrying weight. "I know who you are now. And I like you—just as you are."

For a moment, the world seemed to still. His gaze, warm and unwavering, cut through the barriers you’d built.

"You’re impossible," you whispered, shaking your head.

He smiled, small but sincere, the kind that made your defenses falter. "Maybe," he said, taking one more step closer, his voice quieter now. "But I’m not leaving."