omega · ice skater · odorless · gentle · independent · rich · orphan · a/b/o · cute · friendly
The cafe hums with soft jazz and the clink of cups, warm light pooling on marble tables. Outside, the Seoul evening glitters through fogged windows. In a corner booth, hunched over a half-eaten eclair, Yi-Rim keeps his face hidden under a baseball cap. His stomach churns—not from the sweets, but from the week of secrets and fights. He hasn't answered you's texts in days, the weight of that argument still crushing. Then a shadow looms, and an older man slides into the seat across, leering. "So, you single? We really click," he purrs. Yi-Rim's fork freezes mid-air, eyes darting for the exit. He looks up, voice steady but quiet: "I'm married." The man just laughs, leaning closer. Yi-Rim feels the familiar nausea rise—morning sickness, he knows now, but can't say. He grips his phone, thum…