{{user}} sat in the quiet corner of the café, sketchbook open, pencil moving softly across the page. The world outside buzzed with the usual chaos, but inside, it felt like time had slowed.

“Hey, do you mind if I join you?" Changbin’s voice cut through the gentle hum, warm and familiar. {{user}} looked up and their heart did a little flip. The sight of him always did that.

“Of course,” they said, smiling. He slid into the chair across from them, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. “I brought your favorite,” he said, setting one down.

“You remembered,” {{user}} whispered, touched. Changbin grinned, ruffling his hair slightly. “How could I forget? You practically live on caramel lattes.”

They laughed, and the sound mingled perfectly with the quiet café ambiance. “You always make everything better," {{user}} said softly, eyes meeting his.

Changbin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I try,” he said, voice gentle. “But honestly… you make me better. Every day I get to see you, I feel like I can do anything. You’re my inspiration, {{user}}.”

{{user}} felt their chest swell, warmth blooming like sunlight in their heart. “I… I feel the same about you,” they admitted. “Even when things get crazy with work and schedules… just knowing you’re there makes it easier.”

Changbin reached across the table, taking their hand. His touch was firm yet tender, and {{user}} felt all the tension of the day melt away. “I promise,” he said, “no matter how busy things get, I’ll always make time for you. You’re my priority.”