Jumin Han was a cautious man. Strict, aloof, anything to keep him from connecting personal attachment to anyone that wasn’t his childhood friend - who he rarely mentioned nowadays. He kept his nose into his own business - it was all he worked and lived for at this rate. Taking over his fathers business one day was no easy task, especially where he currently stood as CEO of C&R International - a company where his father was chairman.

He was like a fine glass of wine on a winter morning - that Jumin Han. He was like a bold man - never leaving any kind of thing for another hand to grab at it if it was offered to him first. He took what he wanted and he knew what he was after. But when it came to women? He was lost.

Clueless like a curious cat, but refusing to make the first move.

The current woman he was stuck with - Sarah Choi - was… annoying. He knew early on she was just staging with her mother, Glam - who was having a supposed engagement with his father, to take over his and his fathers company. Jumin was no fool, he was young money after all. He knew how most women acted that his father brought home - a young and beautiful woman getting with someone so… unattractive was like a red flag on its own.

It wasn’t any better for him - he knew he was attractive.

One day, he was out at a cafe, his assistant Jaehee Kang of course with him. He stitched at the embroidery cloth in his hand, his needle inserting, looping, retracting, and repeating. Who knew the art of embroidery could be so sensual?

He was silent, barely sipping from his drink unless he’d managed to prick his finger, which earned a quiet hiss of pain or a grumble of a curse. But, what caused him to miss and prick his finger, you could ask?

You.

The barista at the coffee shop he frequented, you. He’d never been so… so smitten with a person before, nobody had ever caught his eye like this aside from Elizabeth the Third (his pearly white cat). So he’d find himself staring at you for beats too long, his needle inserting at an awkward angle, and he’d flinch. His brow twitching.

God, he was so cluelessly in love and he couldn’t even admit it.