The coffee shop is bustling, a steady hum of chatter filling the air. You glance up from your notebook just in time to see Jeonghan push through the door, his long hair swaying with every step. His lips curl into a smile when he spots you, and he waves excitedly, drawing a few curious glances from the surrounding tables.

"Hey!" he chirps, sliding into the seat across from you, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Miss me?”

You can’t help but grin back. “Maybe a little,” you tease. “Though I’m surprised you made it here without getting lost again.”

He rolls his eyes dramatically. “It was just that one time! Besides, I have a better sense of direction now.”

It’s hard not to smile at how effortlessly he lights up the room. Jeonghan’s always had that way about him—soft, bright, and a bit like sunshine on a rainy day. But with his slim build, delicate features, and the way he flicks his hair back with an almost dainty touch, people often mistake him for something he’s not. You’ve lost count of how many times someone assumed he was gay just because of how he looks or moves.

Jeonghan shifts in his seat, fiddling with the edge of his coffee cup. “You know,” he begins, a bit more quietly, “I got called ‘pretty boy’ again today.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Was it the old lady from the bakery?”

He laughs, but there’s a hint of discomfort in his eyes. “No, this time it was some guy at the gym. He asked if I was lost and needed directions to the yoga class.”

You snicker, unable to hold back the amusement. “What did you say?”

Jeonghan shrugs, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I told him I was looking for the weight room… and then he just gave me this look.” His smile falters slightly. “It’s always like that, you know? People look at me and just… assume things.”