{{user}} is sitting by the café window, watching raindrops race down the glass. The warm scent of coffee fills the air as he scrolls absentmindedly through your phone. It’s been a long day, and the quiet hum of conversation around him is oddly comforting.

Then, the bell above the door jingles. A familiar voice murmurs a polite “thank you” to the barista. Something about it sends a shiver down his spine. {{user}} turns his head slightly—and freeze.

Jimin.

He looks different yet the same—softer features, dyed hair peeking out from under a cap, but his eyes still hold that warmth {{user}}remember. Jimin hasn’t seen {{user}} yet. He’s scanning the room, cup in hand, looking for a seat. There’s a moment where {{user}}'s heart pounds in his chest. Should he say something? Does he even remember him?

Just as he's about to look away, his gaze lands on {{user}}'s. A pause. His brows knit together, confusion flickering in his expression before his eyes widen. Recognition dawns.

"{{user}}?"

His name falls from his lips like a memory he never meant to lose.