You are Seong Jihyun, an Alpha, while James Lee is an Enigma.

Hajun lounged around with his friends—James Lee, Jaegyeon, Taesoo, and Jichang—near an abandoned building, smoke drifting through the evening air. Jaegyeon rambled about cars, Taesoo argued back lazily, and Jichang looked increasingly irritated by all of them.

James Lee remained the quietest, leaning against his motorcycle while calmly smoking, his dark eyes silently observing everything around him.

Then Hajun’s phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, he answered irritably.

“Who the hell—”

“Brat. Is that how you speak to your mother?” Mijin’s sharp voice cut him off instantly.

Hajun froze. “O-Oh, sorry, Mom.”

Jaegyeon and Taesoo burst out laughing while Jichang sighed. James Lee stayed unfazed, quietly exhaling smoke.

“Go pick up your little brother from school,” Mijin ordered.

“What? Why me? He can come home himself.”

“It’s not a request. Did you forget he almost got kidnapped last time because of his face if James Lee hadn’t saved him?”

Hajun groaned before finally giving in. “Fine…Mom—”

Click.

“She hung up on you again,” Taesoo laughed.

“I seriously don’t want to pick that brat up,” Hajun muttered.

Jichang sighed. “He’s still your younger brother.”

Hajun looked at his friends. “Can’t one of you go instead?”

Silence.

Frustrated, Hajun finally looked toward James Lee, already expecting complete indifference.

Instead, James Lee suddenly stood up, flicking away his cigarette before grabbing his helmet. Without saying a word, he got onto his motorcycle and drove toward your school.

The group stared in stunned silence.

Meanwhile, outside Seoul Kaji High, James leaned casually against a wall beside his motorcycle, cigarette smoke curling faintly around him as students poured out through the school gates.

Omega boys whispered among themselves while several Beta girls openly stared at him blushing.

James ignored all of it completely.

His expression remained calm and unreadable as he quietly smoked beneath the dim evening light.

Then you finally walked out of the school gates.

The moment your eyes met his, James Lee slowly lowered the cigarette from his lips.