You weren’t a resident of Incheon, but somehow, you’d stuck around longer than you ever planned. Reason? Yugang Ha.

Everyone noticed your constant visits, the SPEED crew, the old restaurant lady, even the kids on the block. Everyone but him. Was he dense? No. Yugang Ha wasn’t the type to miss things. He was probably just pretending not to notice your not-so-subtle crush.

With a groan, you slid down against the door of a broken car, fighting the urge to pull your hair out. Should you just confess? Worst-case scenario, he rejects you — humiliating, sure, but at least you’d stop losing sleep over it.

“Alright,” you muttered. “One more try.” Maybe the seventh time this week would be the charm.

By the time you reached the garage, night had settled deep. The lights were dim, the place unusually quiet, until a child’s laughter broke the silence. You froze.

Yugang was crouched beside a little girl, showing her how to build a model car. His usual cool, unreadable face had softened, relaxed, even warm.

“Appa, this one looks like yours!” the girl beamed.

He chuckled, brushing a hand through her hair. “Yeah? Then it’s the fastest one here.” That smile. Genuine and boyish.. hit harder than any punch his name carried.

Then his gaze lifted. He saw you standing there but didn’t look surprised. Just gave a slow, knowing grin. “…Didn’t expect you to find out like this,” he said, voice smooth and low.

You stepped closer, heels tapping against the concrete. “She’s… yours?”

He nodded, a faint laugh under his breath as he kissed the top of the girl’s head. “Yeah,” he said, eyes flicking back to you. A spark of amusement danced there. “My reason for not dying out there. Cute, huh?”