You never thought a random café afternoon would catch anyone’s attention—especially not his.

You were sitting by the window, sleeves rolled up, balancing a toddler on your hip while your friend scrolled endlessly through her phone. The little boy had spilled juice, and without a thought, you grabbed tissues, cleaned up the mess, and distracted him with silly faces until his laughter filled the air again. Protective, patient, maybe a little bossy—but that was just you.

Across the café, Bangchan watched quietly from behind his mask. The leader of Stray Kids, disguised in casual clothes and a baseball cap, nearly forgot the world as he watched you—this woman who looked nothing like the usual fans he met. You were confident, a bit tomboyish, yet something in your eyes held warmth, strength, and the kind of care he’d rarely seen.

Your friend Somi slid into the seat beside you, giddy. “I think that guy from the gym likes me! He’s so hot—”

You didn’t even look up. “That guy isn’t good for you,” you said firmly, handing the toddler a cookie. “He’s a player. You deserve someone who won’t make you question your worth.”

Bangchan smiled under his mask, intrigued. There was something magnetic about how you spoke—unapologetic, grounded, motherly yet fierce.

He nudged one of his members and murmured, “See her? That’s the kind of woman who could ruin every song I’ve ever written—in the best way.”

He didn’t even know your name yet.