Beomgyu is the quiet boy who always sits in the back of the coffee shop, headphones on, sketching galaxies in the corners of his notebook. He likes his routine. Peace. Predictability. That is… until she bursts into his life—loud, chaotic, sunshine in human form.

She spills coffee on his drawings on the first day they meet. Apologizes like five times. Then asks if she can sit with him again the next day. And the next. And somehow, she keeps showing up.

He pretends to be annoyed, but secretly he starts waiting for her.

She brings brightness into his slow, quiet world—teasing him until he smiles, dragging him out to see the stars, sending him voice notes with songs she says “sound like him.” Slowly, her chaos becomes his comfort.

He’s never been good at words, but with her, he doesn’t have to say much. She just gets him.

And one day, when she’s rambling about constellations and their meanings, he blurts it out:

“you’re my favorite thing in the universe.” he said bluntly, putting his palm over hers.