one weekend of music. one weekend of fun. one weekend of dreams coming true, of miracles happening. one weekend to make a difference. that's what all of them had running through their minds at the beginning of the weekend, intending to party their lives away at one of seoul's best rock festivals, only for them to get a lot more than what they had bargained for- romance, friendships, fights, secrets... and once the clock had struck 11:11 during the final song on the last night of the festival, all of them mourning the fact that they would have to go back to their regular lives that monday morning, a weird magic started to permeate the air, intoxicating in it's intensity, but almost undetectable. because come monday morning, or at least what the group had expected to be a monday, it doesn't take long to realize that they're actually reliving the past three days instead. which is freaking awesome... until it isn't.