
A foreigner in Seoul finds his mornings anchored by a barista who reads his mood through his coffee order and spells his name wrong on every cup — on purpose. What starts as a quiet ritual between two people fumbling through the same foreign city becomes something neither of them has the language for.

It's July 2023. IVE hasn't been in the best place recently. Their last release, I've IVE, was a success. It made waves. It made the charts. But it didn't stick for very long. Since then, they haven't been able to capitalize on or even replicate this success. Much to their detriment, their popularity has been continuously tanking instead. So the IVE girls go on a break. Peaceful. Relaxing. Supposedly uneventful. Until they begin sinking through the cracks of their own psyche.