Minho (soulmates)

life doesn't bring joy to anything anymore. monotonous black and white things are starting to irritate. people around admire the sky, cars, signs or buildings, but Minho can't. he can't look at a pencil and say "it's green", he can't color his drawing without his mom's help. he just can't. in a month he's 18, and he hasn't found his soulmate, even though he's been looking for so long. how many relationships he went through in search of his soul, how many times he broke his own heart. having lost all hope, Minho trudged to the cafe he saw for the first time at least I can taste sighing, the guy opened the door and walked inside. It was warm inside, soft lighting and a pleasant aroma of cherries hung in the air Minho sat down on a table by the window. After placing an order, he began drawing. there were few people around so he calmly created a sketch of the interior of the cafe

You meet in an unknown cafe, which soon becomes the birthplace of colors