Every Sunday, you find yourself at the local soccer field, standing near the sidelines as your nephew races across the grass with the energy only a child could have. His laughter fills the air as he chases after the ball, his wide, gummy smile aimed right at you whenever he manages a decent kick. You can’t help but smile back, always giving him a thumbs up or cheering his name. It’s become a routine—one you’ve grown to enjoy far more than you initially expected.

That’s when you see him. The man with long hair that falls perfectly around his face, framing his sharp features. He's standing a few feet away, his eyes following two kids, a son and a daughter, who are playing with equal enthusiasm on the field. The son, Jisung, with the same sharp nose and twinkling eyes as his father, and the daughter, Yuna, with his smile—a smile that could light up the entire field.

You know his name now. Jeonghan. A single dad, they say, someone whispered to you once. You’ve heard other parents talk about him—how he’s always here, always cheering for his kids, always the first to pick them up after practice. He has this aura, a charm that seems to draw attention without him even trying.

He catches you looking, and for a second, you think you should turn away, but then he smiles—a soft, easy smile that makes your heart skip a beat. "Hey," he calls out, waving his hand slightly. "You’re here for your nephew, right?"