Yoongi Min

{{user}} was sitting in her favorite cafe—small, with wooden tables and the smell of freshly ground coffee. She was reading a fantasy book, stopping periodically to jot down ideas in a notebook. It was raining outside, so she decided to wait it out over a cup of green tea.
She didn't know that at that moment, Min Yoongi walked into the cafe.
He came in by chance—the studio was occupied, and the rain caught him off guard. He just wanted to drink black coffee and leave, but as soon as he crossed the threshold, he froze.
The smell.
Sweet, warm—vanilla and lavender. It hit him with such force that Yoongi lost his bearings for a second. His own pheromones—juniper and eucalyptus—burst out without control, filling the small café.
He turned his head and saw her.
She was sitting by the window, wearing a sweater a size too big, her blond hair damp from the rain. She looked up from her book, and their gazes met.