That was a small bookstore named "Reinvention of Heart." It looks like a poor store, but in there, the layers and books are all neatly arranged, and the floors are crystal clear. 

A 22-year-old elegant and thin girl was sitting alone at the cashier's table. Even if she looks beautiful, there are two to four rips on her grey T-shirt, and the dirt on her white skirt changed its color. 

A peep sound comes from her phone; she takes it and looks. 

It is a message about her degree ceremony. She smirked and said, "The long-awaited day."

"I have a chance to meet him," her disappointed eyes kept looking at the message on the patches list. 

But where is the love? She sighed at the phone as her lowered voice dimmed. 

Ara is her name; she is currently in a 22-year-old orphanage and is the owner of the so-called "reinvention of the heart book store" in Korea. 

She has an admirably beautiful face and figure; the only thing bad about her is her temper. 

One year ago, 

In the darkroom, her phone's brightness shows her worried face, and her thumb is scrolling the old text of the contact's name: "liar."

There is no reply from the liar's side of the display; it was she, and her texts are the only ones in that contact. 

She keeps scrolling down the text slowly, mumbling, "Where did it go wrong?" 

After a few seconds of scrolling, her thump stopped scrolling and said, "Here it is." 

It was her text. says, "Do you love me?" Did you ever love me?

His reply is simply "idk" and "I have no interest in love."

She embarrassingly looked at his reply and said to herself, "It's my fault that I've asked like this."

"Oh, shit!" She puts it on the table as it makes a sound and covers her face with a bed sheet. 

For honesty's sake, she's been getting rejected for the third time by that liar and also got rejected by her school crush once; that was her first love. 

Suddenly Ara wakes up: "Oh, sh*t!" 

"I forget about my boys," she said, taking her phone back and playing a song from a K-pop boy band group called FFB. She slowly fell asleep as the songs kept playing themselves. 

Six months later, in the same dark room, she's laying on the bed with her body facing the ceiling. She was lifting her phone straight to her face and mumbling, "Am I doing shit?"

"Am I disturbing him again?" She talked to her phone by sending "hi" to the liar again and putting it away, closing her eyes, and getting embarrassed. 

A peep sound comes immediately, and she takes it quickly. 

Her pupils get wide, and her eyebrows touch her upper forehead. 

"Is this a dream?" She's screaming silently, looking at his reply: "Hi," "Did you have your dinner?"

She slaps her cheek and glares at it again. "It is real," she's shouting. 

Even though she replied simply yes

After that, there was no reply from him; she kept staring at the phone for his message for a long time without even sleeping. 

Meanwhile, she has fallen asleep without turning off her phone screen. 

The wall clock shows 11 o'clock. 

The next morning, the sun peeks through her windows, and she gets up, yawning and squeezing her sleepy eyes. And then, she quickly took her phone and opened the liar's chat. 

She got annoyed after realizing that there was no message from him: "If they don't have feelings, why do they dig up our excitement?" She cursed at the chat. 

She keeps yelling at the phone, "I can't take it anymore; am I looking like a fool to him?" her angry fingers typing quickly, "Do you have feelings for me or not?" and throwing it on the bed out of anger by twisting her head. 

But the peeping sound came immediately, so she jumped on the bed and read the message. 

It said, "I'm sorry; I don't have that kind of feeling for you."

She sighed and said casually, with a disappointed face, "I expected this."

She deleted his contact shortly, unfriended him on social media, and also deleted her chat account out of anger at him. 

"From today on, I'm not going to cry over him." She spoke angrily. 

"It is the end," she said strongly. 

"Good boy," she says, failing to blink. She keeps frowning at the phone as the fire burns in her eyes. 

Meanwhile, tears started to pour from her reddish eyes, and she was moaning, "Why does no one love me?" she wimping 

"This is how my one-sided love got destroyed," she said to herself, putting the phone on the cashier's table. 

"Even god can't fulfill my wishes."

"Now, I'm faded in the bright sky," she said as she lowered her head and exhaled longer. 

There is no customer in her bookstore; she's always alone in her store. 

She was looking at the ceiling with a long face and moaning, "At least, can you bring a customer to my store?" "the only one."

A few hours later, 

She notices a tall, white young boy enter her store, fully covering his face with a black mask and hat. His jacket expressed him as rich to her eyes. 

She gets up quickly and moves toward him with a happy face. 

"Welcome, sir"

"What kind of book do you prefer, sir?" She talks nicely to him. 

But he's peeking outside often as his feet are unable to stand still. He stands near the action/adventure book section and takes one of them in a hurry while she's talking to him. 

He showed it to her and said, with his sweet, nice, and clear voice, "I want this."

She topped talking and mumbled, "It feels familiar to me," and looking at his hair, she saw that his eyes were covered suspiciously. 

"Can you move your hair?" "You seem familiar to me," she said, waving her hand instead of saying the price of the book. 

He pulled off his hat in front of her and asked her, by changing his voice slightly, "How much is this?" 

She makes a weird face and moves to the cashier's table. He follows her back. 

She scanned the book and said, "5000 won," while he was busy calling someone. 

She mumbled while he took money from his wallet and his other hand was busy holding a phone, "I wish I'll stay by his side with this much distance if he was my idol."

Then, he handed her over. At the time, a small, shining particle of stone spread over their touching fingers. He said politely, "Thank you," and she also bowed back politely, "Welcome."

He takes back his book and says, "Hyung, where are you?" He hurriedly spoke. Then he looks at the door side; it was a black luxury brand car. 

So, he gets in the car quickly, and the car went fast after he locked the car door. 

A few seconds later, five schoolgirls were chasing after the car, shouting "Do-Yun Oppa."

Ara was stunned as she watched him leave the place. Suddenly, that group of five girls comes to her store, shaking Ara's shoulder and asking, "Which book did he buy?" 

She lifts her right hand slowly and points out the banana layer. But her eyes are still in shock, and she didn't even shake a little. 

So, those five girls ran over to that side, took all of the leftover books, put the money on her palm, and folded her wrist; then, they left happily while Ara was still in shock. The money fell on the ground as her wrist opened itself. 

Ara shakes off her hand and moves fast to the cashier's desk, where she collects the drop-down money and excitedly says, "I got money. I got money. I got money." 

She was counting them one by one and put them in the desk drawer. At last, she took that lonely 5,000-won piece of paper money gently and ironed it by using her palm nicely. 

She shows it off in front of her face and kisses it, saying, "I'm so lucky to have you."

This is how she's escaping from her anxiety, which was caused by overthinking. 

Her idols are her stress busters. After that, there were no customers again, and the remaining day went like some other days. 

Even though, a shameless smile kept beaming on her face every time she was looking at Do-Yun's money,

She opened the drawer, looked at it, smiled, and then closed it. She is doing it alternatively. 

The sun slowly disappeared from the sky as the moon peeked through on the opposite side of the sun. Time passes, and she looks at the clock, which indicated 8:30 p.m., so she locked the bookstore by flipping the board as the word "closed" is seen from the outside. 

She went up the stairs after switching off all the lights. There was the door to her small house. She opens it, switches on the lights, and directly moves forward to the tiny, clean kitchen. 

She heated the cooled rice. After having a stomach full of dinner, she's doing the dishes. A few minutes later, she leaned on her bed while switching off the lights in the room. 

The time is 8:55, and she was already in deep sleep. When the minute's arrow touched 12 and the hour's arrow reached 9 on the wall clock, she was standing in the bright room and opened up her eyes to look around that rich room. 

The bed looks neat, and the windows are cleaned up clearly. She looks at her foot touching down on that dust-free floor. 

Her paw was moved by watching those photos on the wall; those are all her idols. 

She touched it gently, bounced up and down out of excitement, and shouted in a husky voice, "What a fetching dream?"

Her wondering does not seem to leave her; she took her chance to touch everything and felt like her heart was healing itself. 

At last, her roaming paws came to the cupboard, where the awards were neatly arranged in the glass cupboard. 

In the meantime, the noise of the boy's voice hits her ear and grabs her full attention. So she moves to that door side and opens it slightly, peaking at them. 

Four boys are sitting on the sofa having funny talks. Two boys settle into the little long sofa; their backsides are only seen by her. Even so, her regular brain cell locates them by examining them from the backside. One boy sitting on the right side separated one sofa, and the other one on the left side separated one sofa. 

She voiced wonder: "My boys!"

One of the boys on the little long sofa wearing a white shirt and having orange-colored hair is Dae-Seong. He is a 25-year-old main dancer and vocalist in the FFB boy band. 

We can see the charm in his stunning eyes and the most attractive smile in the world. He is lovely around his boys and their fans. One of the shortest members of FFB at 179 cm. He always prefers neat dresses and hates mango juice. 

That was Dae-Hyun, who is next to him, wrapping his hand over Dae-seong's shoulder. He is also 25 years old and is the main dancer and vocalist of the group. 

Dae-Hyun and Dae-Seong are close friends who came from the same school. Dae-Hyun is such a handsome man, and he always prefers dresses that suit his handsomeness. And he always fights with Do-Yun; sometimes loves him too. 

Dae-hyun's natural hair is curly black hair, which adds more cuteness to his face. If he did his hair straight, no one could beat his handsomeness. He is three centimeters taller than Dae-Seong. 

There was Bitgaram on the left-side sofa. He is the group leader of the FFB boy band group, has a little handsome face, and is a gym lover. He doesn't like long hair. He is a silent guy with a sexy body. Also, he will solve each problem with calmness. 

But he is scared of Dae-Seong when it comes to dancing practice. He's the tallest guy, and he has an elegant cheek. And most importantly, he is the chef for his members. 

And the last one, the youngest, is settled straight down on Bitgaram's sofa. He is Do-Yun, a 24-year-old main dancer and vocalist who sometimes raps. Do-Yun is a cute boy but not a handsome man. very playful with all people except girls. He likes outings. Dae-Hyun is the saver of him. He was always helpful whenever he was about to get caught by the paparazzi. He's taller than Dae-Deong but shorter than other boys. 

Dae-Seong notices Do-yun's dimming eyes. So, he said, "Do-yun seems so sleepy."

All of their eyes turned to him."Go and have a good sleep," Do Hyun said, pressing his shoulder with a little force which made him moan a little. 

It was a big hall with three rooms and a small hall. 

So, Do-yun gets up, coming towards the room where Ara was peeking from. 

She slowly closed the door as soon as she noticed him. 

The bed was vertical from the window. 

Do Yun opened the door with those sleepy eyes, and his Hyungs kept seeing him until he closed the door. 

Then, they left carrying their plates, but Dae Hyun followed them by leaving his plate on the table alone. 

Do-yun stopped right next to his bed as he watched Ara standing straight at him at a distance of 5 feet. 

Ara also has the same reaction. They were staring at each other for a whole minute. 

She was admiring him by saying, "Even dreams look like reality," while Do-Yun squeezed his eyes and leaned over the bed, saying, "Now I see things too."

A few seconds later, he gets up with a startled body, his eyes in shock, and turns to the side again, where he saw that girl. 

But there is no one. Then he exhaled, relaxed, switched off the lights, and started to sleep peacefully. 

After he slept, the door began to open itself. Ara comes in with her mouth mincing something and has a plate full of meats. 

She was stunned and stopped mincing as soon as she saw her bias Do-Yun's beautiful sleeping face and started to admire him by putting the plate on the near table. 

Dae-Hyun came back to get his plate, but there was nothing but a clean table. 

His eyes were shocked, and he went towards his room, shouting, "I didn't even finish it yet."

The night passes, and it is an orange sky in the corner of the east side. The time shows 6:00 am.

Ara wakes up, stretching her hands over her head, squeezing her eyes, and yawning. 

"What a nice dream!" a sleepy voice said. 

In the do-yun room, he wakes up, stretching his hand over his head, yawning, and stretching his hand to the table to take the phone. But his hand touched the unwashed plate. 

He took it and asked, "Who put this here?" leaving the room with bare feet. 

He gave it to Dae-Hyun, who is just coming out of the room. "Hyung, you forget your plate"

He blinks and sees it clearly by coming closer," Do-Yun"

"Huh," Du-Yun said. 

"I thought that Hyung took it for washing, but are you the one who took this?"

"I would have given it if you had asked, Why is it not even without washing?" Dae-Hyun buys it from him. 

Do-yun innocently glared at him and said, "I don't, Hyung."

"Then who finished this?" Dae-Hyun folded his hand over his chest. 

"I don't," Do-Yun confidently said. 

Dae-Seong came out of his room, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and saw them arguing over the plate. 

"Did you start your fight early in the morning?" He snatched the plate from Dae-Hyun and walked towards the washbasin, separating them by walking between them.

"I don't," Do-Yun mumbled to Dae-Hyun. 

"You are," Dae-Hyun points out to Do-Yun, and said it confidently with a husky voice. 

At Ara's house, the time is 10 a.m. She's getting ready by combing her bangs in front of the mirror, getting changed into a long white dress that's sleeveless, and wrapping her visible arms and half shoulder with a jacket. 

She took the money gently and went out of the house. She's walking along the street side, waiting at the bus stop. 

As the cold wind passes through her, her long hair moves with the wind, and her bangs split up from her forehead vertex, which lies beside her eyebrows. 

Even though she shines in that dress and her hair, her white shoes demolished her whole dressing sense. 

The bus arrived there, and she got on the bus. She journeys for a half hour. 

Then she gets off the bus and walks along the roadway. 

At the time, she notices men going in front of her. He got a call, but it took a few seconds to answer the call. 

She takes her steps slowly after noticing him hesitating to answer the call. 

She tried to peek at the phone when he was holding it for a second. It was a girl's name.

"Hello, I'm busy right now."

"I'll talk later," he said and hung up quickly. 

Her eyes wrinkle with suspicion. So, she walks at the same speed as his walking. 

He sits at the nearby table, which was on the roadside cafe when they reached the zebra crossing side. 

She passed him while keeping an eye on him and stood near the street light like she was waiting for the walk signal. 

He took his phone back and chatted with someone else with his blooming smile. 

She twisted her lips and said, "All boys are the same."

"Liar," she said and crossed the road without checking the signal. 

She kept mumbling, "There was another girl like me who got cheated on."

"Why do we fall for liars?" 

"shit guys!" her legs are stuck to take further steps forward; realizing that she's standing in the middle of the busy road as soon as she stopped mumbling. 

She struggled to cross the half-road as the vehicle's horn sounds collapsed her concentration on checking the vehicle's way. 

After many battles with her feet, she reached the other side of the road successfully, breathing heavily. 

She looks back at the busy road, inhales, and exhales with relaxation, and her eyes meet that man casually. 

He was smirking at her. So, he covered her face by lifting her jacket a little bit more and kept walking straight. 

Now she's standing in front of two textiles, one of which is bigger with four floors and was arranged beautifully to capture people's attention. And the other one is a small textile store like her small bookstore. 

She looked wonderingly at the big textile and gave a weird look to that small one. 

"I'm not that worth," she said, staring at the big one while walking towards the small store. 

"Welcome, mam" A middle-aged lady welcomed her. 

She hesitantly smiled and asked for the party wear section. 

She leads the way and shows a few dresses with wonderful colors. 

Ara picks a red leather gown over the green one. 

She loved it at first sight. 

"I love this one," she said, smiling at the mirror while putting it on her body. 

"It's only 40,000 won, Mam," she said. 

Ara lost her blinking and checked her money. 

"If I purchase it, I can't eat for a week," she mumbled at her purse. 

She kept thinking for a minute and said okay to her. 

She's coming out with a depressed look and getting on the coming bus. 

She gets off one stop before hers. 

She took a deep breath, released it confidently, and said, "Let's have fun for this time only," by entering the small restaurant. 

Those people are so noisy, and the seats were arranged at a little distance that two people could only walk through that. 

She ordered immediately, as soon as she sat down. 

She ordered fewer foods that were enough for her stomach. 

At the time, a couple was passing her with their hands in hand. Her excited eyebrows went down in second thinking about her loved one. 

She kept glaring at them until they went out. 

The server man gave her food; her excitement came back, and she started to have a good bite of it. 

Meanwhile, a group of four boys entered the restaurant with noisy steps. She looks at them casually and downed to have a bite. 

She straightened up again immediately as she recognized them. 

Her eyes recognized one of the young handsome men among them, having silky hair and little big eyes with milky lips. 

She bent down and went under the table as soon as she saw him. 

"When he returned from Gangnam?" Her face wrinkles. 

Her eyes saw their feet pass her seat. Then, her hand peeking from under the table, took the phone and her bags. She put some money on the table and started crawling out of it, and she kept checking to see if they noticed her or not. 

Because of the crowd in the restaurant, she can't be caught by them. 

She kept crawling; at the time, a woman stepped on her hands, and she shouted silently with her mouth covered and said, "It's okay," she whined. 

She checks back at him once and crawls forward. 

A server boy's leg pumped on her head, and the food and drinks were poured onto her jacket. Her hair also got wet on one side. 

She sighed and got shocks at the same time when she looked at her new dress, which got soaked from the drinks. 

She looks up at the server boy slowly with lowered eyebrows, and she is about to cry, "Won't you just look down while walking?"

He looks at her, worried. 

She waved her hand to tell him to move away when he bent down to help her. 

After he moved away, she crawled fast and came out of the restaurant, looking back at him once and standing up to move forward. 

He accidentally saw her while she was passing the restaurant; she was visible through the glass window. 

He looked at her but couldn't identify her. So, he drinks water casually while nodding to his boys.