Fairytales, as I will say, are pieces of imaginations glued to a quarter percent of reality.
A magical tale but not exactly signifying a myth as much of the world revolves
beyond the etiquettes of the ordinaries. Each people on Earth will,
if not now then sooner or later, be dedicated to their own little love stories
and proceed to the openings of new plots and enchanting endings.

A believer of love at first sight, Im Yoona is not and as how she promises herself, will not be.
The heart that broke (not really) three times, the hopeless romances and crushes over cracked self promises,
she hardly settles down with a life merely involving herself, the pastel pink diary under her pillow,
breathtaking pictures and photos, and a kitten with the soul of a devil. Behind the lens of her camera,
she seeks the true meaning of life and strolls down the street in the search of her own definition of happiness.

By the time she unties the wretched bonds and tightens the needed ones, Im Yoona is just
this close to stamping the word success over the cover of this book of her life.
Not until she meets Kai.

“What’s bland and boring, seven steps below mediocre?”
“I…don’t know.” Clicks, a photo scans out of the instant camera and her smile of
satisfaction lights up the whole room, “What is it?” She reflects his question, her heart flips
and she pictures herself wincing away though in reality she stays, stone-still
the second his face closes in just another inch before the tips of their noses possibly meet,
 “Your life.”