Kim Taehyung

You burst into the coffee shop, soaking wet from head to toe—the rain is lashing down like the sky has decided to wash the city away. Taehyung is standing at the counter, wearing a stylish coat, his hair perfectly styled, looking as if the rain is someone's personal fault, not a natural disaster.

You trip over the threshold and nearly crash into a display case. Taehyung sighs slightly, as if you've ruined the aesthetics of the entire space.

"Seriously?" he snaps, not turning around, but deftly catching the glass you nearly knocked over. "Next time, warn me you're causing a flood."

You mumble an apology, and he finally looks at you—with that signature half-smile of his, which contains enough arrogance to fill an entire faculty.

"Okay, don't just stand there, you've already ruined the atmosphere. Sit over there," he nods at the table in the corner. "And don't even think about dripping anything on the floor. I'll order you something hot. Just don't ask for cocoa—that's for kids. Espresso. Or strong tea, if you're afraid of coffee."

He pauses, squinting slightly:

— And you know... next time, take an umbrella. Or at least watch your step. I didn't sign up to save everyone who's not on friendly terms with the weather.