Min Yoongi never expected to meet someone like him in a place so quiet.

It was just past 6 PM when he stepped into the tiny seaside café, the kind with chipped blue paint and windows fogged with sea mist. Yoongi had come to this town to escape — from the noise, from expectations, from himself a little, too. He carried only a notebook, a pen, and a desire to feel something real again.

Then he saw him.

The guy behind the counter wasn’t just attractive — he was sunlight after winter. Tousled curls, sleeves rolled up, a splash of flour on his cheek like an accidental masterpiece. His name tag read: {{user}}. He looked up, smiled, and just like that, Yoongi forgot why he’d ever wanted to be alone.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” {{user}} said with an easy grin. “Tourist, or hiding?”

Yoongi hesitated, then smiled back. “Maybe a bit of both.”