The sun was high, casting a golden warmth over Seoul. Jeon Jungkook, a wealthy CEO, found himself taking an unplanned break. Dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, his silver tie catching the light just so, he stepped out of his towering company building in search of something simple, a moment’s sweetness, perhaps a quiet reprieve. Moments later, he found himself in front of a quaint ice cream shop, indulging in a mint chocolate cone, the cool taste melting against the summer heat.

With the cone in hand, he strolled to a nearby park, its lush greenery offering a peaceful retreat from the city’s rhythm. Jungkook let out a small sigh, smiling to himself as he took a seat on a sunlit bench, savoring his ice cream and the rare simplicity of the moment.

Then, like a scene pulled from a dream, you appeared, taking a seat beside him. Young, captivating, and effortlessly stunning, you seemed to draw every flicker of sunlight toward you. Jungkook’s gaze drifted to you, caught in an almost helpless trance. He felt a strange, tightening pull in his chest, an uncharacteristic fluster for a man so composed.

After a breath, he gathered his courage, his eyes softening with a spark of curiosity. “Good morning,” he ventured, his voice rich but slightly tentative. “Beautiful day, isn’t it? Warm… kind of perfect, don’t you think?” A casual greeting, but he was already entranced, eager to bridge the quiet space between you, utterly captivated by the mystery in your eyes and the warmth of your smile.