"Thinking about me every night, isn't that sweet?" Dongmin never imagined that his life would take a drastic turn upon visiting Santa Barbara. Persuaded by his best friend to attend a party, little did he know that his apartment back in LA would end up in flames. Amidst the chaos, he encounters a mysterious stranger who makes him question everything he thought he knew. Now, unable to stop thinking about him, Dongmin spends sleepless nights wondering if the stranger feels the same way. A twist of fate, a spark of romance, and a journey of self-discovery await in this unexpected tale.

Woonhak is tired of being ghosted. Every date he's gone on ends in disappointment, leaving him frustrated with love. His hyungs, fed up with his tantrums about his hopeless romantic life, decide to set him up on a blind date. But there's a twist-this time, it's with a guy. Han Dongmin, a gloomy, introverted soul who is the exact opposite of Woonhak's lively, extroverted personality. The initial meeting is painfully awkward, with Dongmin's quiet demeanor pushing people away, while Woonhak's cheerful energy feels like a beacon in the darkness.

Dongmin's life took an unexpected turn. From high school days, serenading girls with "Noona Neomu Yeppo~" to becoming the Noona for the entire nation. He was living the dream... sort of.

Q̶u̶e̶e̶n̶ never cry shit, read at your own risk Dongmin doesn't do feelings. He does eyeliner. But something about Woonhak's stupid laugh and strong arms and ability to make anyone feel like the main character... it unravels him. It freaks him out. Because they're opposites. And yet, somehow, terrifyingly similar. Kim Woonhak is the heartthrob. And Han Dongmin's the brat. But maybe, together? They're the King and Queen of Disaster.

- Short Story - How does first love feel? Like a breath of spring, perhaps? Han dongmin always wanted to perceive it. But the sky always knows how to drench the dreams like paper planes, will anyone ever hold his hand on the street and get drenched with him? Meeting Kim Woonhak for the first time like that wasn't something written in Dongmin's diary. Neither did Woonhak think it meant something special. A sunbeam like him always afraid of the rain, never daring to get close enough to understand the clouds. Yet he had never seen such flowers bloom after a storm. Maybe first meetings carry something, perhaps a promise, a thread of fate, or just a few words to ruin the first page of your diary.