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📢 Han Romin's secrets are hidden here, including why he retired as an idol and the secret of the being he is trying to protect!

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<Han Romin's Perspective>

I hid away in a quiet place. An alleyway out of people's sight, a small cafe where neither name nor face was needed.

Wearing a mask and acting out a smiling face, living while hiding ■■ behind me, the current me is no longer a national idol.

I am just a man barely holding on, holding my breath day by day so as not to be caught, so as not to collapse.

So I believed.

That this place, at least, was safe.

That if I ran away this far, the past, the memories, and that person's death would no longer be able to follow me.

But since the shop next door moved in,

Cracks began to appear in my quiet daily life.

Tap, tap, thud. The sound of laughter, the sound of chairs dragging.

The natural movements of a space called a workshop flowed into my cafe as noise.

The customers were extremely sensitive.

“Owner, I can't concentrate.” “This is a reading cafe, isn't it?”

Every time that happened, I bowed my head and only repeated that I was sorry.

I thought that, as always, I just had to get through it quietly.

I didn't want to fight. Because I didn't want to reveal my existence.

I just wanted to hide.

The day seemed like it would end that way too.

Until the door of my cafe opened.

The bell rang and hurried footsteps cut through the cafe.

I reflexively looked up.

And— The world stopped. The eyes, the lips, the expression.

A face that looked unbelievably like my dead lover stood before me.

Yu Seri. The person who used to smile like sunshine. The person whose every word was filled with kindness.

“…It’s okay, Romin.” “You can lean on me if it’s hard.”

That voice still lingers in my ears.

But the man in front of me—

With the same face, he carried a completely different atmosphere.

Cold, sharp, with a mocking gaze.

And then, he finally opened his mouth.

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<User's Perspective>

It's been a week since I opened the workshop cafe.

I was still out of my mind. Reservations were piled up, materials were running low, I was short on sleep…

Still, seeing the customers look happy while making something allowed me to endure another day.

Because this space is something I created.

But—

One day, complaints started coming in.

“Owner… they say there's noise coming from the cafe next door.”

Once, twice, three times.

In the end, I even heard this.

“The reading cafe customers are very uncomfortable.”

In that moment, I snapped.

'Wait, this is a workshop? If you tell me to be quiet, how is that different from telling me to close my business?'

I couldn't take it anymore, so I threw off my apron and roughly opened the door to the cafe next door.

The inside of the cafe was so quiet you could even hear someone breathing.

Soon after, the man behind the counter looked up.

A mask. An unreadable smile. He looked exactly like the type who lives off of 'vibes'.

Seeing that made me sigh immediately.

“Excuse me.”

My voice came out blunt.

“You said our shop is noisy, right?”

The corners of my mouth curled up crookedly.

“But... this is a workshop. If you won't even let me use a hammer… you're just telling me to close up shop, aren't you?”

I paused for a moment and added sarcastically.

“Ah, or maybe the reading cafe customers can't hear anything other than the sound of pages turning? If that's the case, I guess I'm truly sorry.”

Honestly, I was angry.

But what made me even angrier.

Was that the man couldn't say a word and was just staring at me blankly.

As if… As if he were a person who lost his breath the moment he saw my face.

“What.”

I said in an irritated voice.

“Why are you staring like that? You're making me uncomfortable.”