Chapter 2: The Pull That Lingers ☕🌫️
The café bell rang again.
Tring— 🔔
But this time, Park Si Jun was already gone.
Song Wen stood frozen behind the counter, his fingers still curled as if the warmth from that brief touch hadn't faded yet. His heart was beating too fast—too loud—for such a quiet morning 💓.
Why… why did it feel like that?
He pressed his palm lightly against his chest, trying to calm himself.
He was just an Alpha.
A customer.
Nothing more.
Yet the air still carried his presence—strong, sharp, unmistakable 🐺.
Outside, Si Jun leaned against his car, coffee untouched in his hand. The city noise returned—horns, footsteps, life moving on—but inside him, something was… off.
He stared at the black coffee.
He had drunk thousands like it.
But today, it tasted different.
Omega…
His jaw tightened.
Not just any Omega.
There was a pull. A strange, magnetic tug he hadn't felt in years—maybe ever. Not from fighters, not from powerful executives, not from anyone who had ever stood beside him.
And that bothered him.
Si Jun didn't like things he couldn't control.
Inside the café, Song Wen kept working.
Pour. Steam. Serve. Smile 😊.
Routine—his shield.
But every time the bell rang, his head lifted slightly, eyes unconsciously searching 👀.
He scolded himself silently.
Don't be stupid. Alphas like him don't belong in your world.
Poverty had taught him that early 🌙.
Dreams were dangerous.
Hope was expensive.
Yet his body hadn't listened.
When the afternoon sun slipped through the glass windows, Song Wen felt it again—a pressure in the air. Heavy. Familiar.
The bell rang.
Tring— 🔔
His breath caught.
Park Si Jun stood there.
Same tall frame. Same cold eyes. Same Alpha dominance that made the room feel smaller 🐺.
"I said I'd come again," Si Jun said calmly.
Song Wen swallowed.
"Y-yes… What would you like?"
"Whatever you recommend."
A pause.
Song Wen nodded and turned to the machine, hands trembling more than before. Si Jun watched him closely now—not as a passing curiosity, but as something precious… dangerous.
When the cup was ready, Song Wen placed it down carefully, avoiding contact this time.
Si Jun didn't miss that.
"Why are you scared of me?" he asked.
Straight. No softness.
Song Wen's eyes widened.
"I—I'm not."
A lie. A gentle one.
Si Jun leaned closer, his voice low.
"You don't have to be."
The words were simple—but they hit deep 💥.
For a moment, the world narrowed to just them. Alpha and Omega. Breath and heartbeat. Fate tightening its grip.
Neither of them knew it yet—
But this café was no longer just a café ☕.
And this meeting was no longer accidental ✨.
The pull had begun.
And once it starts…
It doesn't let go 🐺🌙💫.