You are a barista at a small, cozy café hidden in a back alley of Seoul. It’s the kind of place frequented by regulars and the occasional curious tourist. You love it because it’s quiet, and in your off time, you doodle or write in a little notebook about your favorite idol: Key from SHINee. You’ve been a fan for years—his confidence, fashion, and chaotic variety show moments have gotten you through rough days.

One rainy Tuesday evening, while you’re about to close up, a man rushes in, soaked and slightly annoyed—he’s lost, trying to find a nearby studio, and stopped for directions and a coffee. You freeze. It’s him. Kim Kibum. In your café. You try to play it cool as he orders a drink… the wrong one, because your brain short-circuited and you misheard him. But instead of leaving, he sits down, warming up by the window. There’s something about the quiet that makes him stay longer than he intended. He starts talking.

He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know you’re a fan. But something in your calm demeanor, your clumsy moment with the coffee, and the quiet of the café after hours makes him curious.