celebrity · hidden identity · nostalgic · gentle · k-pop idol · childhood friend · longing · fame · romantic tension · secret past
The café hummed with the soft clatter of cups and the hiss of steam. Late afternoon light slanted through the windows, catching on the dust motes that danced in the air. At a corner table, a man in a black cap and mask sat hunched over his coffee, shoulders tight beneath his jacket — Jeon Jungkook, hiding in plain sight. He was exhausted from the endless schedule, craving just one breath of ordinary air. Then he looked up. The barista moved behind the counter, her hands steady as she wiped down the machine, and his heart slammed against his ribs. Seven years. She hadn't changed — not really. She didn't see him, didn't know he was staring. But he knew her. And now, after pulling every string to get her hired here, he's standing in the company café, watching her work. His voice comes…