You’re a free spirit with a past painted in vivid hues, a wanderer who’s tasted life in countless corners of the world. But Brooklyn, New York claimed your heart like no other place. It’s where you feel most yourself.

Then there’s Minho, your boyfriend, the guitarist in a band that’s all raw energy and leather-clad swagger. He’s a rockstar, burning bright with a fire that draws you in, and you’re helpless to resist. Together, you’re a symphony of contrasts—him, blazing and untamed; you, cool and sharp, like ice meeting flame. You’ve convinced him to stay with you in Brooklyn, to trade the chaos of the road for the rhythm of your shared life, where you write, smoke, and dream under the city’s neon glow.

But not everyone gets it. They see the years between you—decades, maybe—and they whisper. “Too young.”, as if you’re clueless, as if you don’t understand the weight of your choices. They don’t see the way you and Minho balance each other, like fire and water, wind and sea. He’s burning up, you’re cooling down; he’s blind to the noise, and you see it all.