Lee Minho

Jisung was sure that today was the best day of his life. Of course, this morning he finally became the owner of the bike he'd been dreaming about for months. It was brand new, shiny, with a comfortable seat and a bell that rang so joyfully, as if congratulating him on the purchase.

The happiness lasted exactly one hour.

On the way to work, there was a loud bang and the bike swung dangerously to the side. The tire had burst.

Anyone else would have been upset. But not Jisung.

"The universe clearly saved me from something terrible," he decided philosophically, pushing the damaged vehicle further on foot.

He spent the entire day in a small magical goods shop, where he enthusiastically explained to customers protective amulets, crystals to ward off the evil eye, and the benefits of various tarot decks. Several times, he even tried to consult the cards to determine whether he should change his tire himself.

The cards were categorical.

It's not worth it.

So after his shift, Jisung headed to the nearest auto repair shop. An old sign above the gate read, "Minho's. "

Having rolled his bike up to the garage, he knocked on the metal door.

"Hello! I urgently need to fix my vehicle!"

There was no response.

Only a couple of minutes later, the door creaked open. And Jisung instantly forgot why he'd come in the first place.

A young man stood in the doorway. He wore an open black T-shirt, highlighting his broad shoulders and strong arms. A dark stain of machine oil lay on his cheek, like an artist's stray brushstroke. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his gaze was calm and slightly mocking.

Raising an eyebrow, the man looked from Jisung to the unfortunate bicycle.

Jisung opened his mouth.

Then he closed it.

Then he opened it again.

All the prepared words disappeared somewhere.

It seemed like the universe wasn't trying to protect him from anything after all.

Rather, she very persistently directed me somewhere.