Chapter 3: When Fate Knocks Softly ☕🐺🌙
The café bell closed with a gentle sound.
Tring— 🔔
For a brief moment, the air felt still—as if time itself had paused.
Song Wen placed the cup on the counter, yet his fingers were still trembling slightly. The hiss of the machine, the soft chatter of customers—everything had returned to normal.
Everything… except his heart 💓.
Park Si Jun.
He stood right there—calm, powerful, unmoving.
As if the entire café was wrapped in his presence. His eyes were fixed on Song Wen, not like a man buying coffee… but like someone trying to understand him 👀🐺.
Song Wen lowered his gaze.
"T-this… is your coffee," he said softly.
Si Jun picked up the cup and took his first sip.
Then he stopped.
"Your hands were shaking," he said plainly.
Song Wen's breath caught.
"I—I'm just used to it," he lied.
Si Jun placed the cup back on the counter. His voice was cold, yet there was a strange warmth hidden beneath it.
"Lying doesn't suit you."
Song Wen's heart slammed hard 💥.
For the first time, he gathered the courage to look up.
And that was his mistake.
Their eyes met.
In that instant, something broke… and something else connected 🌙✨.
The invisible thread between Alpha and Omega—something written only in books—had turned real, pulling tightly between them.
Si Jun asked quietly,
"What's your name?"
Song Wen hesitated.
"Song… Song Wen."
At the sound of his name, a faint tension crossed Si Jun's face.
As if the name had carved itself deep into his mind.
"Song Wen," he repeated.
Slow. Deep 🐺.
From a distance, the café owner called out,
"Wen! Table number four!"
Song Wen nodded, snapping back to reality.
"I… I need to work—"
"I come here every day," Si Jun interrupted.
Song Wen froze.
"At this time," Si Jun added, "to this café."
It wasn't a question.
It was a decision.
Song Wen slowly nodded, as if he no longer had the strength to refuse 🌫️.
Si Jun turned and walked toward the door.
But before leaving, he stopped.
"Song Wen," he said without turning back,
"You can hide yourself… but not your nature."
Then he was gone.
Tring— 🔔
The door closed, but inside the café—
something else had opened ☕✨.
Evening began to fall.
Darkness slowly wrapped itself around the city outside the glass windows. Song Wen's shift had ended, yet his thoughts remained tangled 🌙.
An Alpha.
Why would someone like Park Si Jun enter his life?
On his way home, his old bag hung from his shoulder, carrying the weight of a tired life. Streetlights, rushing people—everything looked the same.
But he… wasn't.
That night, for the first time, Song Wen dreamed of the scent of coffee.
And within that scent—
the deep, calm presence of an Alpha 🐺🌙.
Far away, in his glass-walled apartment, Park Si Jun stood by the window. The city glittered below, yet his mind was stuck on only one name.
Song Wen.
"Sir, tomorrow's meeting—" his assistant began.
"Cancel it," Si Jun said without turning.
The assistant fell silent.
Si Jun clenched his fist.
An Omega was on his mind… and he hated that feeling.
"Control," he told himself.
But some things were never meant to be controlled 💫.
Some things…
were fate.