“You need to stop hating Chanyeol.  The hatred is unfounded; he’s actually pretty chill.”

“Chill?  Chanyeol has no chill.  He doesn’t even have Netflix.”

Hyejin’s life is one big cosmic joke.  The worst part is that no one else finds it as funny as she does.  However (and there is always a however), some misfortunes are more painful than others.  All it takes is one dead bird, a loose-limbed idiot, and one misstep for her life to go to hell.  To add to her dizzying woe, her grandmother is growing increasingly senile, her dad is a bit of a loose canon, she herself is experiencing mild head trauma, and the only person who is even moderately competent at dealing with all this is her greatest foe—Park Chanyeol.