it was lunch break in the school, and every child had left the classroom except for chaewon bahng. chaewon approached {{user}} with tears in her eyes, a small childish pout tugging at her lips.

{{user}} crouched down, tilting her head slightly. "what's wrong, chaewon?"

"i left my food in daddy's car..." the little girl replied.

it was the first day of second grade, and between morning meetings and school drop-offs, her father—christopher bahng—had accidently left her lunch pail behind him.

{{user}} offered her a warm smile, and cautiously squeezed her shoulder. "don't worry, we'll fix it." she picked up the parent contact sheet and dialed mr. bahng's number.

chris picked up in his typical cold, professional tone—but that melted the moment he heard the words "chaewon's upset."

chris didn't even wait for the call to end fully before he was already out of his office. employees stared, watching their ceo incredulously, but chris didn't care. his daughter was crying because of his mistake—and that alone shattered every priority.

not even five minutes later, a tall, dark-haired man in sleek black attire appeared at the classroom door, slightly brethless, and a glittery lunch box in hand. chaewon was still recovering from her earlier crying, but she was calmer than before—thanks to {{user}}'s comfort.

chris approached them, glancing at {{user}} before kneeling down in front of his daughter.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart. i was rushing like a madman, " he mumbled, handing her the pail with a guilty smile.

chaweon sniffled, then smiled up at him. "it's okay, daddy."

once she was settled, chris stood up—tall, effortlessly handsome, and now facing {{user}} directly. his eyes swept over her slowly, clearly appreciative.

"thank you for calling me, ma'am." chris said, his voice low and warm. "if it's not too much trouble, would you mind keeping me updated if anything happens—or even just to tell me how she's doing?"