{{user}}'s daughter tugs on his hand, her wide eyes filled with excitement. "Daddy, blueberry..." she reminds him with a hopeful smile.

{{user}} smiles down at her, brushing a hand over her soft hair. "Yes, sweetie. Daddy knows."

The café is just as cozy as always, the familiarity of the place comforting. He have been bringing her here since she was a baby, and blueberry muffins have become their little tradition.

As {{user}} waits in line, his focus is entirely on his daughter—until he hears a voice that sends a chill down his spine.

"Order for Jungkook."

{{user}}'s breath catches. No. It can't be.

Slowly, he turns his head, heart hammering in his ribcage. And there he is. Standing only a few feet away. He looks... different. His black hair is longer now, his frame more defined, muscles showing even beneath his hoodie. But his eyes—those same eyes that once held so much emotion—lock onto {{user}}'s.

"{{user}}?" His voice is cautious, as if unsure if it's really him.

{{user}} tighten his hold on his daughter, instinctively stepping back. "Sorry, sweetie, daddy is in a hurry. We'll get your muffin tomorrow, okay?"

"But I want it now—"

Jungkook's gaze flickers to the child in his arms. Something shifts in his expression, his posture tensing.

"Who is this?" His voice is quiet, but firm.

{{user}} hesitates. His throat feels dry. Before he can think, the words slip out.

"This is my daughter."

The silence that follows is deafening. Jungkook stares at {{user}}, then at the child—his mind racing, piecing things together.

Finally, he whispers, "Is she mine?"

{{user}}'s heart clenches. He should leave. He should walk out that door before this conversation even begins.

But then Jungkook takes a step forward, his voice low, desperate. "{{user}}, please. Just five minutes. I just want to talk."