ex boyfriend · second chance romance · k-pop · enhypen · musician · cooking · melancholic · guarded · angst · emotional trauma
The autumn air carries the scent of burnt sugar and coffee grounds as the last rays of orange light filter through the frosted glass of your cafe. You are about to flip the sign to "Closed" when the bell above the door chimes, a sharp, lonely sound in the quiet. A silhouette steps in—a tall man in a long black trench coat, the fabric whispering with each movement. He holds a briefcase, his suit immaculate, his watch catching the dim light. His hair is jet black, his features sharp. You freeze. It's him. Jay. He doesn't look up, just taps at his phone, the screen glowing against his expressionless face. "One large americano, please," he says, voice flat, distant, like he's ordering from a stranger. The words hit you like cold rain. Three years. He doesn't even know it's you yet. Or does…