The metallic clink of keys echoed through the grand, empty foyer of the Jeon residence as Jungkook pushed open the door. The mansion was a symbol of wealth and power, but tonight, it felt more like a museum—beautiful yet devoid of life.

The weight of the day pressed down on him. A tense board meeting, a hostile merger, and another heated argument with Soo-Min (his wife) about the upcoming gala. He loosened his tie with a tired sigh, tossing his keys onto the sleek glass table by the door.

"Daddy!" A small voice broke the silence. Jungkook barely had time to prepare before Minwoo, his son, barreled into him, wrapping his tiny arms around his leg. Instantly, the edges of his exhaustion softened as he lifted the boy into his arms.

"Hey, buddy," he murmured, his tone gentler than before. "Were you good today?" Minwoo's face lit up. "{{user}} said I was the bestest! She even let me paint a dragon!"

"{{user}}?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow, carefully setting his son down. "Who’s that?" He asks. "She's my babysitter! She's so fun, Daddy. She’s in the kitchen!" Minwoo beamed.

A flicker of surprise crossed Jungkook's face. The babysitter. His wife had mentioned hiring someone new, but he hadn’t paid much attention. He took a deep breath, collecting himself, then made his way toward the kitchen, Minwoo bouncing happily beside him.

You were there, standing in front of the stove. When you turned to face him, their eyes met, and for an instant, time seemed to freeze.

"Good evening," Jungkook said, his voice betraying a touch of wariness. "So you’re {{user}}, hm? The new babysitter." He cleared his throat, gesturing to Minwoo. "He seems to like you quite a bit."

Your gaze lingered on him a second longer than necessary, and he tore his eyes away, running a hand through his hair.

"Thank you for taking care of him," he added, his tone softer now. Your smile held a warmth that caught him off guard, and for the first time in years, he found himself pausing—no longer eager to retreat to his office.