When vampire hunting is as sacred as it is gutsy, no one does it better than a preacher’s daughter and a crossbow-slinging orphan. But no team is perfect, and when they’re not slaying vampires, Jinsoul and Sooyoung must confront their relationships – with God, with family, with the past, with each other. (The new girl in town keeps them on their toes; she’s got fangs, perfect complexion, and a revelation that might just make or break them.)  

Having been (unfairly?) fired from her previous part-time jobs due to her impulsive tendencies, Sooyoung’s determined not to lose out on her next one: being Kim Jiwoo’s fake girlfriend. Unfortunately, fake dating someone who’s still in love with their ex proves to be a greater challenge than she anticipated...especially when it starts feeling less like an act.

Overseeing the love lives of mortals has a bit of a catch: sometimes, you gotta break couples up to make soulmates happen.  After doing this for literal eons, Gowon thought she was desensitized to wrecking relationships for the sake of making perfect ones. But on the verge of being fired (a.k.a. cast off to eternal damnation), she faces her toughest assignment yet in the very stubborn Jung Jinsoul. Or: a nonhuman (a divine, all-knowing being!?) claiming to be 'Cupid' gets scho

All her life, Jungeun's been told to keep her eyes straight ahead, barred from glancing behind her at whatever lurked in the shadows of the skyscrapers. But then she turns around. Chance meetings in back-alley pubs and dim karaoke booths follow. The auburn-haired stranger's got a pretty voice, a robotic arm, and a whole different world to show her.

The city was overwhelmingly visual, vibrant even in its underlying decay. Sights pull eyes in every direction at the same time as they dull the senses. A spectacle as much as it’s a soul- distraction. Amid a neon corporate hellscape and brewing rebellion, Sooyoung struggles to reconcile with Jinsoul.

In trying to love people the way she loves ink and colours on a handscroll, Sooyoung learns over time and across borders that perhaps, they're one and the same.  (Sooyoung steals paintings and gets her heart stolen in the process.)  

Jinsoul was a thief and nothing more, far too good at what she did and far too careless for the complex, convoluted feelings that racked her simple mind and propelled her body.  At least it was fun. And that's all she cared about, really.

The words materialize right in front of her eyes – 'Welcome To Project Hyperreal. Replicated Real World Laws Apply In Gameplay. Have Fun And May Your Dreams Come True' – before promptly vanishing in midair.  

Both set on wanting to prove themselves, the crossing of Yebin and Minkyung’s separate paths comes as an unexpected of fortune.

They’re different types of dreamers, but dreamers nonetheless, with the same hopes of realization.

We were just two city kids. We would run around and tear a few things down, but that's the worst that it would get.

Like the old saying, things are often not what they appear to be. And certainly, there is much more to the Gobstones Club than meets the eye. [hogwarts au]

Mimi most definitely would if she could, and whether she should or not doesn't concern her. That's just how she is. It could end badly – or an unlikely friendship could come out of it.

There's gasoline in your heart. There's fire in mine.

 (31; And suddenly my heart throbs. When I glance at you, I can no longer speak, my tongue is broken and a subtle flame is creeping into my skin.) Nayoung endures. Through the exhaustion and the hopelessness, she endures. [apocalyptic au]

And it’s that slightest of uncertainty, that hint of hesitation that throws Jieqiong into a whirlwind of mental panic; red flags, flashing lights and all.  

If she were to search the deepest of her heart, she would find only one name and it's hers.

That was six days ago. Yoojung wonders if she'll ever get her pencil back. 

She nuzzled Nayoung’s hair, taking in the scent. Her nose picked up coconut, gardenia, and a hint of vanilla. It was an aroma that reminded her of summer; sweet, but not sickeningly saccharine.

Clutching the tea rose umbrella in her hands, Sejeong her heels and walked back into the library with quiet steps.