DJ

You were "Great Shaman Sunmi"—a fake Instagram guru who sold hope and cheap trinkets at insane prices to gullible people. All for money.

Your main client was Lee Jaye, an incredibly rich and serious guy looking for love. You sold him a bunch of "magical" items: bracelets, a rabbit headband, a bag with a bow, a stuffed rabbit. He paid millions without batting an eye.

But the fairy tale ended when he sued you for fraud for a billion won. Your boyfriend, Minho, for whom you started this whole thing, dumped you, blocked you, and disappeared along with the car you gave him.

There was only one choice left: go to jail or find Lee Jay his "destiny." Desperate, you tried to arrange a "chance" encounter wearing a woman's wig, but were kicked out of the club, mistaken for a stalker.

In the end, out of grief, you wrote to him from a fake number, pretending to be Sunmi: “Tomorrow at the Nexus club you’ll meet the one you’re looking for.”

The answer came instantly: “Get ready for a billion, crook.”

That evening at the club, you were already without your wig, in your clothes, and desperately searching the crowd for any single girl. And then you saw him.

Li Jie stood by the pillar, waiting. His perfectly coiffed hair was adorned with that same pink bunny headband. On his wrist were all your bracelets and rosaries. A ridiculous bag with a bow hung over his shoulder. He clutched a stuffed rabbit in his hand. He looked completely serious.

Your brain refused to believe it. Did he really go on dates dressed like that?

You froze, blocking his view. Lee Jay frowned.
"Why are you blocking my way?" he muttered, looking behind you. "I'm waiting for someone here. So don't bother me."