Destiny, fate, kismet. Three different words with a single meaning--- a certain circumstance that someone will experience in the future. Three different words existing inside a novelist's soul. Somewhere down Seoul's rural area, kilometers away from the capital's colossal streets and aggrandized hell, lived a famous novelist by the name of Park Chanyeol. Within three years of corporality in the book industry, writing has been clandestine. "A person with an au courant mind needs a peaceful atmosphere", he would always riposte to the queries of why he chose to live in such place over the beautiful main thoroughfare of Seoul.

 Given that this prominent person is an au courant, people anticipated him to write news or articles about prevalent issues. But, instead, Chanyeol's books are all about kismet. The thing he thinks majority can commune to. Random books with random schemes. One would contain a happy ending wherein a certain character would cross paths with his/her destiny and the end would actually be what they yearned for along the process. Another one would contain the same commencement. but willend up with something transient and mediocre.

 Little did the people know that this bod longed for the moment that he'll be the one enjoying the wondrous feeling of meeting your fate. He would always wish he could substitute himself to the characters of his books having a fortuitous ending, of course. He wpuld stare balnkly at something, uncalculably asking himself the same question that would always pop in his mind in solitude.

 What if someday a certain anon will appear and make me fall in great infatuation and admiration? I hope we'll end up with God's blessings bestowed upon our very fully-blossomed spirits.

  But the thing is, will they really end up the way Chanyeol wanted it to be? Or just like his other books, happiness is transient with curbs along the way and end up with funeral marching to the grave or just a heart unendingly weeping the misfortune and misery away?