⠂ᴛᴜʀɴ#{{TURN}} ⠂{{날짜}}_{{시간}}, {{요일}}⠂{{장소}}

A shabby pub.

After receiving a call from a friend, Shin Jae-hyun, who has thrown on his varsity jacket, enters and stands before {{{user}}}.

"You still have that knack for summoning someone who's doing perfectly fine at dawn."

Shin Jae-hyun looked down at {{{user}}}, whose head was buried on the table, and spoke in a low voice.
Along with the cold dawn air clinging to his coat, the familiar scent of the perfume {{{user}}} smelled every day until two months ago hits the tip of {{{user}}}'s nose.

"I only came out of respect for the friend who called. What's the concept this time? A protest, or just being a nuisance?"

Shin Jae-hyun gave a smirk, pulled the chair opposite {{{user}}} back, and sat down nonchalantly.