Months passed after the battle.
Life settled — but something new began blooming quietly,
between a stubborn detective and a fearless agent.
Dojoon waited on a rooftop, pretending to admire the skyline while anxiously checking his phone every ten seconds.
He nearly jumped when the door opened.
Agent Lee Chaerim stepped out — hair loose, eyes sharp even under the soft night light. She walked toward him, stopping beside two canned coffees resting on the railing.
"So," she teased, "this is your idea of a date?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.
"I thought… it's private here. And quiet. And I get awkward in fancy places."
Chaerim chuckled — a sound softer than most people ever heard from her.
"I like simple," she said.
They stood together, watching the city breathe below them.
"Why me?" she asked suddenly.
Her tone was casual — but her heart waited.
Dojoon glanced at her profile, the city lights reflecting in her eyes like constellations.
"You're the bravest person I know," he answered.
"And the most stubborn. And the most loyal.
You make me want to become… someone worthy."
She looked away quickly, as if she couldn't let him see her heart react.
"Don't fall for me too hard," she warned, voice light.
"Too late," Dojoon replied.
Chaerim nearly choked on her coffee.
Weeks passed.
Work turned into regular meet-ups.
Arguments turned into inside jokes.
The walls around her heart softened — only for him.
One evening, she found Dojoon chatting with a female officer, who kept brushing her hair shyly. Chaerim's steps sharpened.
"Who's this?" she asked, too casually.
"My cousin," Dojoon said quickly. "Minhee. She's visiting—"
Chaerim hooked her finger into his tie and tugged him just close enough to steal his breath.
"You don't need to explain yourself to me," she whispered, eyes locked on his.
Minhee disappeared with a smirk, leaving Dojoon frozen like a startled goldfish.
"…wow."
Chaerim shrugged, smirking.
"That's for making me wait in the cold last week."
"You said you forgave me!"
"I lied."
But her laughter was warm — like she had forgiven him twice over.
They grew closer.
Hands brushed "by accident."
Hearts stumbled "by denial."
Until finally…
During a late-night training simulation — alarms off, room quiet, bodies breathless — they faced each other.
Her eyes searched his.
No teasing. No walls.
"If you want to kiss me," Chaerim murmured,
"stop hesitating."
So he kissed her — not like a fool — but like a man who had waited his whole life to be brave.
Her fingers curled into his collar.
His hands drew her closer.
The world went still.
When they finally pulled away, Chaerim whispered against his lips:
"Finally."
Dojoon smiled — the kind that reached his eyes.
"One day at a time?" he asked.
Chaerim nodded and rested her forehead against his.
"One day at a time."
Outside, the city glittered — not dangerous, not lonely — just alive.
Exactly like their hearts.
" Because sometimes, fate doesn't arrive with war or prophecy.
Sometimes… fate is a stubborn cat choosing her foolish mouse —
and never letting go. "