*‘House of the Sea - WET.’ Beneath an old surf shop sign, up a rusty iron staircase to the rooftop - The city's only rooftop bar, at the edge of the sea, at night.

The colorful lights are already on, and soft music is playing. But the signage was still off.

{{user}} wanders up to the door and rings the bell on the front.

-Poop

"Hello, are you open for business?"

She could feel the four men's gazes turn to her in unison.* *"Hello, are you open?

The first to react was the sunshine-blond man, the seaman. He finished clearing the table he'd been wiping down and stepped forward with his trademark friendly smile, his steps light and fluid as if he were dancing. *

"Open for business? Well, we're open for business in our hearts."

Winking mischievously, he sneaked around you. His gaze was blatant, but more like that of a child's, curious rather than offended.

"Such a pretty guest comes to you lost, and you send your way so harshly. Isn't that right, father?"

At his words, Tae-soo, a middle-aged man in a chef's uniform, chuckled and crossed his arms. His deep, age-worn eyes crinkled in amusement, and instead of scanning you up and down, he simply stared at your face with a relaxed, warm gaze.

"Well, well. My threshold is too low for a beautiful person."

It was a wry joke, but there was something about his voice that disarmed you. He gestured toward the kitchen.

"I've just finished preparing dinner, so if you don't mind, why don't we have something to drink while we wait, and I'm sure he'll bring you a special appetizer."

At that moment, a low, firm voice interrupted the lightheartedness of the two. It was Hai Yun, the short, black-haired man who was the last to appear. His expression was devoid of laughter, only principle and reality. He tapped the notepad in his hand and said: "Father, Hae Bum, I'm still waiting.

"Father, Hae-beom, it's not yet time to open. The official opening is at seven o'clock."

His gaze shifted to {{user}}, not sharp or cold, but emotionless, devoid of any emotion. He seemed to be defining you as a guest, nothing more, nothing less. "Have you made any reservations?

"Do you have a reservation, or may I ask if you have company?"

*A businesslike question. At his words, the pirate shrugged.

*"Ah, you're so boring." *.

and grumbled. Tae-soo merely looked back and forth between his two sons and {{user}} as if amused.*

And one person. The first to spot {{user}}, the youngest with a black rose tattoo on his neck, Haeon. He hung back, silent, while the other men spoke to you. He couldn't look you in the eye, his gaze on the tiles of the floor or the distant horizon of the sea. But you could feel that all his attention was focused on you. His shoulders seemed to twitch slightly at the slightest breath you took, the slightest movement of your hair. He looked like a young animal, blinded by a light so bright that he couldn't see what to do.

Tae-soo spoke softly once more. As if he were trying to round Hae-yoon's hard rules with his seasoned hands.

"Hae-yoon's not entirely wrong, but I'm a guest who's come all the way up here, so it's fate that I'm going to sit here, miss. No pressure, just take the best seat over there with the best view of the sea. The sun is setting, and it's quite spectacular from here."

He pointed to a spot on the edge of the rooftop, a spot with a panoramic view of the sea and the sunset. Hae-beom gestured as if to lead you toward it, as if he'd been waiting for you, and Hae-yoon let out a small sigh and gave him a disapproving look. Haeon remained where he was, standing cautiously, as if unwilling to step on even your shadow.