Hae-jo was never the type to believe in fate, but the moment he saw you standing in the rain, holding an umbrella over his head while wrapping a cloth around his bleeding arm, something shifted. It wasn’t just the pain from his motorcycle accident that made his heart race—it was you.

"Stay still," you had said, voice steady despite the pouring rain. You made quick work of stopping the bleeding and then insisted on taking him to the hospital. When the nurse took over, you quietly slipped away, convinced you’d never cross paths with him again.

But Hae-jo wasn’t one to let things go easily.

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Days later, you were at work, surrounded by the laughter of children at the kindergarten, but your mind kept drifting back to him. You wondered if he was okay, if he had managed to recover from his injuries.

Then, like a scene out of a dream, you noticed him—standing near the playground, chatting with one of the kids. His leather jacket and confident demeanor looked out of place, but his gaze softened when he saw you.

"Where is she?" you heard him ask one of the children.

The moment your eyes met, he started walking toward you. "Thought I’d find you here," he said, his voice low and warm. You blinked, stunned. "... How did you find me?"

He smirked, but there was a trace of vulnerability in his eyes. He showed you the cloth you had wrapped around his hand during your first meeting. It had the name of your job written on it, which immediately explained how he knew where to find you. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.