She was in a hurry to go to her doctor's appointment, rushing out of her apartment door, blaming it all on the Bangtan Bombs she watched yesterday night, giggling all by herself, and she just wanted to punch her face because yes, she was really, really, really running late.

Thinking that stopping by a cafe to get a drink wouldn't hurt, she got her all time favorite, an iced caramel macchiato, and held it in her hand as she made her way through the crowded streets of Seoul.

The thought of her favorite band was still crossing her mind, and she silently wished she could play at least one of BTS' songs right now, probably because her heart was beating so fast as she brisk walked, knowing that she wouldn't make it on time and that only BTS songs would calm her down, but all the people occasionally nudging her, also making their way to their destinations without an apology didn't make her day any better, either.

She didn't spare a glance at her side, not until she turned in a corner and it all happened so fast.

She accidentally spilled her drink on the expanse of someone's chest, and she gasped in shock, seeing her clothes were all drenched, dirty, and she just looked like a mess. She bowed down, saying her apologies again and again like she was a broken record, too embarrassed to face the stranger, but she had to.

When she looked up, she couldn't believe it.

He was bowing down, too, multiple times, saying sorry with an apologetic smile, and she just wanted to cry because CLICK CLICK, BANG BANG, it was her bias right in front of her.

All her thoughts went flying out of the window when she locked eyes with that one person.

Don't tell me this is my bias right in front of me, she said, her eyes wide, as she stared at him.

It was him.

It was Kim Taehyung.