YN was about to enter her café, having already said goodbye to her friend, when Namjoon's voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned back, only to see him holding a bouquet of sunflowers. A smile graced her lips as she admired how attentive he was and always had been, noticing every little detail about her—it was as though his brain retained every bit of information.

"YN!" he called out, his firm, confident steps carrying him closer. The intimidating figure of the man was softened by the delicate smile on his face, a contrast to his powerful physique.