pretty_hwan
In a quiet cafe that smells like roasted beans and daydreams, So Junghwan spends his afternoons drawing doodles on takeaway cups - a soft-spoken barista with shy smiles, cinnamon cheeks, and a heart that beats to the hum of espresso machines. Watanabe Haruto, tall, handsome, Japanese trainee who orders the same thing every visit, milky matcha with foam. He never says much, but his eyes linger, his lips curve, and his notes on the cup's sleeve say more than words ever could.
Because in the end, it was never just about the drink.
It was always about who it was shared with. ππ΅