The late afternoon light streamed through the café’s tall windows, painting the room in a soft amber glow. The air carried the rich, earthy scent of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the faint sweetness of cinnamon rolls. You sat at a small table tucked near the window, your hands cradling a warm mug, its heat a quiet comfort. Across from you, Kim Taehyung—freshly returned from his military service—leaned back in his chair, his deep, soulful eyes catching the light. His presence felt like a melody, warm and enveloping.

It had been just over a week since his discharge, and though he was still easing back into the rhythm of civilian life, he looked at peace. His dark hair, slightly grown out, curled softly at the edges, framing his face. Dressed in a loose, charcoal-gray sweater, he exuded a quiet elegance, his easy smile making your heart flutter.

“You’re staring,” he said, his voice low and teasing, a playful glint in his eyes.

You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Can you blame me? It’s been too long since I’ve seen you like this. All… soft and not in camo.”

Taehyung’s lips curved into a boxy grin, his eyes crinkling. “Fair point. I’m still getting used to not having a schedule taped to my wall.” He lifted his latte, the steam curling upward, and took a slow sip, his long fingers wrapping around the mug with a grace that drew your gaze. “This,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the café, to you, “feels like a painting I want to live in.”