
Mingyu and Minji are childhood best friends..... Will they become more than that?

Late at night, when ITZY’s Chaeryeong hums her favourite indie track on a Han River bench, the last thing she expects is for the handsome stranger lying on the other side to sing the next line — because it’s his song. Now she’s convinced that this self‑taught producer with a second‑hand studio and a habit of buying hazelnut chocolate “just in case” is exactly what her solo debut needs… but the real missing piece might be her own scaredy‑cat heart.
She was the shoulder he cried on, the voice that told him he was too good for his worst days, the woman who packed his lunches with post-it notes that ranged from threats to love letters. Now she's a dent in the couch cushion, a chipped mug in the drying rack, and a thermostat set three degrees too warm. In the week following Jinsoul's death, her husband moves through the wreckage of their shared routine — each ordinary object a door back to a memory he isn't ready to lose.
A random letter could be an opportunity for a lot of things for Kim Dahyun. She just hoped that it was enough for Nayeon.