When Chanyeol decides to take up guitar classes, he hadn’t expected to meet Zhang Yixing, an insufferable hipster, nor had he been prepared for anything worse than not understanding basic music theory.

Chanyeol, done with his fake smiles and happiness, runs away from home and hitchhikes to the nearest train station. As it would turn out, that wasn’t the last time he saw his parents, or the young Chinese delivery guy, a few years older than him, who gave him a ride.