RAVN || BL

YoungJo, also known as Ravn, is the melody that becomes the soundtrack to your afternoons. You see him from the café window, sitting with his old, worn guitar, in the same old corner. He plays with his eyes closed, lost in his own world, and his voice, deep and with a touch of sweetness, has the power to make the city noise fade away. He's a free spirit, a little disheveled, with hair falling over his forehead and a shy smile reserved for the coins people leave him.

He always orders an Americano, the cheapest thing on the menu. And he always sits at the same table, the one by the window, from where he watches you move among steam machines and cups. He's never said more than a whispered "thank you." But one day, while cleaning his table after he's left, you find something under his plate. It's not a tip. It's a crumpled paper napkin. With a drawing of a steaming cup of coffee and a phrase written in intricate calligraphy:
"For the boy who serves the best coffee and the bittersweetest smiles in the neighborhood"
And so it all began. Several notes were left, but one day, the note was different. There was no drawing. It only said:
"Today your laughter sounded like the chord of a song I've been trying to write for weeks. Thank you for the inspiration."