It's 12 in the midnight. Jeonghyeon is drinking his hot coffee at the balcony, seeing the snow fell to the ground from the sky. His hand reaches the rail in front of him, feeling the coldness travels through his fingers.

Suddenly, his phone rings on the table. He walks inside, eyes looking at his phone screen. Your name appears as the caller id. He quickly puts down his coffee, then answers your call.

"Hello?"