"안녕? 너 여기 처음이야?"
그 한마디로 시작된 7명의 소년들과의 만남. 그리고 이어지는 그 들과 함께하는 7가지 로맨스. 입맛에 따라 골라먹는 아이스크림처럼 달달하면서 위험한(?) 로맨스. 이 곳의 문을 열면 모든 것이 시작된다.

MAGIC SHOP

3. TAEHYUNG: 괜찮아요?

1. JIMIN: 단거 좋아해? (1)

2. JIMIN: 단거 좋아해? (2)

박지민

김태형

정호석

2. JIMIN: Do you like sweets? (2)

This is a place that only my older sister can see.

There's no way such a place could exist in this world. If it were visible to even one person, it would be an illusion. I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He picked up the butter cookies on the plate with his index finger and thumb, then took a bite.

At my word, the boy remained still, like a surrealist painting. Only when I told him he could breathe did he smile and begin to exhale slowly.

Yeah, I was going to give it as a gift. The sunlight was shining brightly.

From my small pencil case, I pulled out a red pencil with a white eraser. The boy's eyes followed my pencil. Thirty minutes passed as I traced each strand of hair on the white paper.

The boy studied himself carefully. The corners of his mouth gradually rising and the thin, elongated eyes told of his happiness.

I quietly sipped my caramel latte and waited for him to finish looking at my drawings. The moment he paused, turning the page, I realized: the boy was reading about my past.

To the question that others would have asked first, "Why?" he simply replied, "I understand." If this place truly exists only for me, and is a space for me, I want to continue to be with the boy before my eyes.

As I rested my chin on my hand and looked out the window, the boy did the same. The cherry blossom tree in front of the store was shedding its petals, turning the landscape green.

Suddenly, I felt a heat on my knee and then I caught something like a fluffy ball of fur.

Ah, Sugar. Haha, I guess you like your older sister.

A Russian Blue with blue eyes was purring on my lap. I instinctively scratched its head.

But how many hours have you been here, sis?

The boy's expression looked serious, so I answered honestly, "2 hours."

I hastily packed my things and wrapped the remaining butter cookies in the napkin on the tray. Then the boy stood up and pushed me out of the cafe.

Then he smiled faintly, waved his hand, and instead of saying sorry, said he would see me next week before firmly closing the door.

Without a single mistake, I hit my wrist on the floor and injured it. Luckily, I still had the remaining butter cookies, and I struggled to get up. My body, thin from lack of exercise and malnutrition, swayed slightly in the wind like a paper doll.

But why does it say there are 30 minutes left...?

Just as I was about to pick up my spilled luggage, someone picked up my notebook and books. Then they hugged me with one arm and extended their hand to me.