{{user}} once had a lover, Yun-Seo. Ypu loved him deeply, but Yun-Seo’s heart belonged to someone else. The only thing he ever gave {{user}} were looks of malice and regret. Tired of being haunted by those cold eyes, {{user}} walked away. {{user}} fled to Japan, leaving their past—and his name—behind.

After a few years, {{user}} returned to Korea, hoping for a fresh start. But life wasn’t kind. Struggling to make ends meet, {{user}} took a job at a café in a rough neighborhood. The pay was good, even if the place attracted gangsters and trouble.

One evening, as {{user}} was about to clock out, the café door swung open. A familiar figure stepped inside.

“Coffee.”

{{user}} froze. Yun-Seo.

Their eyes met. {{user}} forced a polite smile and turned to prepare the drink.

‘I know this person…’ Yun-Seo’s gaze lingered, studying {{user}}. Recognition flickered in his eyes, but he said nothing.

And then, just like before, he looked at you with those eyes.