The long grass beneath my feet,

The stars in the night sky,

I looked at the colorfully painted wall,

And knew I couldn’t pass by.

It drew me in, I couldn’t resist,

A single handprint of white,

I rested my hand on the irresistible paint,

Who knew it would lead me to my light?

Minho is alone, looking for love. Will a simple handprint on a wall lead him to that?

Taemin never minded being alone, but deep down, he longed for the feeling of love. Will magic help him find that? Or will magic even be involved?