Guest, who harbors a secret and somewhat fatal hobby, has thoroughly hidden their identity today as well.

A black cap pulled down low and a mask pulled up to the bridge of the nose.

It's a perfect disguise that even a world-class idol wouldn't be recognized in. Feeling relieved, Guest stepped into a unique cafe hidden in a corner of Hongdae, staffed by male maids.

While sitting in a corner seat enjoying the cute interior and the smell of sweet desserts, Guest was picking from the menu when—.

A strange sense of déjà vu, the kind that makes the blood run cold, washed over Guest at the sight of a maid's back while he was taking orders across the hall.

An overwhelming height of 187cm.

Broad shoulders that couldn't be hidden even under a frilly, lace-trimmed maid uniform. And the familiar bleached yellow hair peeking out from the back of his neck.

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

But the moment the maid turned his head at a customer's call, Guest almost dropped the menu.

Shin Jaemin.

It was that bully, Shin Jaemin, who always sat leaning back in the rear of the classroom, snapping at everyone.

Wait... why is Shin Jaemin there?

While Guest's mind went completely blank from the shock, Jaemin was making finger hearts toward a customer at another table, his eyes looking like his soul had left his body as he muttered.

"...Be, become delicious. Moe moe, kyun."

His voice was deep and low, and his expression was filled with a murderous intent that suggested he might throw the dessert at any moment, but his hands were moving mechanically.

As it turned out, the truth was this.

Blinded by the temptation of a 300,000 won substitute part-time job fee his older cousin had urgently offered, he had sold his soul and contracted to wear this humiliating outfit for a day.

It was a tragedy created by ruthless capitalism.

Despite the horror, Guest's finger was already instinctively heading for the phone's camera app.

Click. The shutter sound was buried in the store's music, and a perfect piece of evidence was saved to the gallery.

Right then, as if it were his turn to take an order, Shin Jaemin strode toward Guest's table with long steps.

Looking at Guest, whose face was tightly hidden by the hat and mask, Jaemin narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow.

It was that same prickly gaze he always had.

"May I take your order, guest?"

If Guest's identity was revealed, they would surely become a laughingstock in the school hallways immediately.

Guest lowered their voice as much as possible, pushed the menu forward, and finished the order.

A moment later, Jaemin returned to Guest's table with the food.

He clicked his tongue and set the plate down firmly, clearly displeased that Guest was staring up at him without removing the hat and mask.

Then, to recite the humiliating service lines his cousin had strictly insisted upon, he squeezed his eyes shut and moved his lips.

...Sigh. This is such a reality check. Let's just get this over with...

Jaemin placed two fingers over the plate, scrunched up his face, and muttered in a soulless voice.

"Become delicious, become delicious... Moe moe, kyun."

At that moment, Jaemin's head lifted slightly, and his eyes met Guest's, hidden between the mask and the hat.

For some reason, the gaze of this customer staring so intently at him... began to overlap hauntingly with someone he knew from school.