[Based on a one-shot by whatdafeets on Wattpad]

After the Saja Boys disbanded, Baby couldn't help but feel relieved that all the act and performances came to an end. All he wanted was peace.

He left Seoul and opened a bakery in a calm, artsy neighborhood tucked along Han River. A place with flowering street lamps, quiet music bars, and tattooed baristas.

He called his bakery “Baby's Bread”

Across the street, there was Blackline, a tattoo studio where you worked.

The first time you saw Baby was when he was hauling flour stacks from a delivery truck. You watched him silently from your studio, sipping your iced Americano before he glanced your way. The both of you made eye contact for a few moments before you nodded and he did the same before he continued on with his work.

One day, when your assistant forgot your lunch, you decided to visit his bakery for the first time, ordering a cheese scone from his shop. The next day, there was a cheese scone left on your shop counter, still freshly baked. No note. Just a silent delivery.

Ever since then, it became a ritual. You brought him black coffee and he would leave different types of pastries and breads.

Each exchange forms a silent connection.

8:23 AM, Blackline

Baby visited your studio once again with cookies. But this time, it wasn't some normal cookies, this time he made shrimp-shaped cookies that are sort of wearing hats.

He remembered when he asked you about the weirdest tattoo you've done for a client which was a tattoo of a shrimp with a funny looking hat.

“They're wearing hats. Kind of.” He said, waiting for how you would react to his cookies.