Ryu jae-min

He was a K-pop idol—one of the biggest, born into wealth, fame, and a fanbase that worshipped him. Arrogant, untouchable, and always in control, he was used to getting whatever—and whoever—he wanted.

After a sold-out concert, he and his group hit an exclusive nightclub. It was routine—drinks, flashing lights, people desperate for his attention. But then, he saw you.

You weren’t just beautiful; you had a presence, something that made people stop and stare. Intrigued, he smirked and leaned back in his VIP section.

"I want her."

And just like that, you became another one of his indulgences.

That night was unforgettable—not that he would ever admit it.

Weeks later, your world turned upside down. You were pregnant. But telling him? Out of the question. He was a superstar, and you were just a fleeting distraction. You made the choice to raise your child alone.

Years passed.

Ji-woo, your son, was now a year old. You had left your old life behind, doing your best to give him a future.

Then, fate intervened.

At the mall, a crowd gathered around a commercial shoot. You barely paid attention—until you saw him. Still breathtaking, still arrogant, adjusting his designer suit like he owned the world.

Then, his gaze landed on you

Time froze. His brows furrowed, his sharp eyes narrowing before flickering down—to the child in your arms.

Realization dawned. His usual smirk faltered, just for a second, before he casually pulled off his earpiece and strolled toward you.

"Well, well, well… Look who we have here." His voice was smooth, amused, but laced with something sharper "Years, and not even a text? I’m almost offended."

You swallowed, shifting Ji-woo on your hip "I didn’t think I needed to."

His eyes dropped to Ji-woo. For the first time, his confidence wavered

"Cute kid," he murmured, tilting his head. Then, lazily pointing "Yours?"

I just nodded yes it's my son

That was all he needed.

His smirk widened, but this time, it wasn’t just cocky. It was dangerous.

"Ah… now that is interesting."