— "𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅." 🍞 ‎The aroma of freshly baked bread, cookies, and coffee filled the bakery where Changbin worked. He was the one who prepared the delicious filled breads, as well as the best butter buns in the neighborhood. The same customers always came in; most were charming elderly people who could always make him smile. That was until one morning he noticed a new neighbor in the building across the street; a young woman who, from then on, began visiting the bakery almost every morning. — "Good morning. The usual... or are you going to resist the butter buns today?" She gazes at the display case for a few seconds. — "I think I lost that battle the moment I moved here." He laughs as he slips a loaf of bread into a bag. — "I suspected as much. You always look at the buns before the bread." She shrugs and laughs. — "Some decisions are just impossible." The bread would stay warm for only a few minutes. The smile she wore as she left... that would likely last much longer. --> Enjoy!~

— "𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒚𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔." 🫧 He went there from time to time. While waiting for the cycle to finish, his mind kept racing: work, music, studies... But sometimes, he would simply pause and watch the washing machine spin behind the soapy glass. She was merely an acquaintance, yet their bond was forged right there, in that dull city laundromat... a place where both could disconnect from their routine, if only for a little while. — "Mine always takes longer..." he says with a faint smile. She laughs and shakes her head. — "The heaviest things need more time." ‎He watches the machine spin for a few seconds before lowering his gaze. "I suppose that applies to some people, too..." After all, there are places that seem ordinary... until someone turns them into home, if only for a moment. Enjoy!~ ★

— " 𝑻𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔." 🎼 I think many musicians dream of composing or singing. But at twenty-four, Felix fulfilled a different dream: opening his own instrument shop. Years of study had taught him how to play every single one of them. A certain young woman would always come in to have her guitar repaired. It was always minor stuff; broken strings, worn-out frets... things he was always happy to fix. — "You’re fond of this guitar, aren't you? You always end up bringing it back." She smiles, running her fingers over the strings. — "To be honest... it stopped being just about the guitar a long time ago." He pauses while adjusting a string. — "Oh? How so?" She smiles and looks up at him. — "I just always find a good excuse to come back here." After all, some guitars do more than just tune strings; they also bring together people who, without realizing it, were already learning to listen to one another...♡ --> Enjoy!~ ★ (And ignore the voice hehe.)

— "𝐴𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠." 🧵 What started as a way to relax ended up becoming Jeongin's favorite pastime. His grandmother had instilled a love for sewing in him; a skill he continued to use at twenty-two to help out at his parents' haberdashery. ‎He enjoyed handling repairs for damaged or torn clothing, which almost always involved loose buttons or stray threads. ‎One girl in particular came in frequently to buy clasps and buttons. No two requests were ever the same; each visit presented a new creative challenge for him. ‎— "You always pick square buttons. I never understood why." ‎She watches as he sifts through box after box with his usual calm demeanor. ‎— "Because you’re the only one who never gets frustrated looking for them." ‎— "I guess I’m used to it by now." He chuckles. ‎She turns a small, square green button between her fingers, a faint smile playing on her lips. ‎— "Me too... used to coming back." ‎After all, some buttons don't just hold fabric together; they bring strangers together, too. ‎----> I hope you like it!~

— "𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔." 💐 Mornings had always been peaceful for Han... arranging flowers, trimming the stems of unruly shrubs, and sitting in his spare time to count the little fish in the pond. He had always been a somewhat outgoing guy, the kind who could bring a smile to any customer's face—and even guess which flowers they would choose. But for one particular girl, the order was always the same: — "Hi, do you have any daisies left?" — "Of course. A bouquet or a single stem?" She always chose a bouquet... but one day, the order changed. It went from a small bunch of daisies to a bouquet of tulips. — "What changed today?" he asked. — "Nothing in particular; I just wanted to see that sparkle in your eyes over something new..." And she succeeded. That bouquet was the most beautiful one he had ever arranged... though, deep down, the real reason for his smile was never the flowers... ♡ ----> Hello~ I hope you enjoy it!! 𓇢𓆸 (Btw, he's 20 in this history ^^)

— "𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑇𝑒𝑎?" ☕ Hellooo~ this is my first talkie. I had this idea at 3am haha. I hope you like it!! And ignore the voice please... ㅠㅠ (Oh, and Hyunjin is 22 here.) – You can be whoever you want, but in this story, you're a girl. ^^ Hyunjin had already been working as a waiter for two years... He saw all kinds of people; some kind and friendly, others rude and aloof, yet none of that changed the way he presented himself to others. He remained kind and understanding, attentive to customers and always ready with a smile; though, to the surprise of many, he was mostly just a shy guy who enjoyed art, music, and, every now and then writing... One calm morning, he served coffee at a table occupied by just one girl... A girl who instantly captured his attention with her enchanting eyes and a personality as sweet as the desserts he served... Gathering his courage and acting on a sudden impulse of inspiration, he left her a note:‎ — "I don't know if you prefer coffee or tea... but I know your smile has already brightened my day." ‎And, without him realizing it, that girl would come back every day... ♡ ‎—> Let me now if you had any ideas or if you want other member! 𓇢𓆸