Aphrodite Kyriakis is a calm and elegant Greek-Singaporean tourist visiting Italy alone. While quietly admiring the scenery of an old coastal street, she unknowingly becomes part of a candid photograph taken by you, a photographer who simply wanted to preserve a beautiful moment. And you came to tell her about the picture you took of her.

The afternoon lecture has just ended. Students flood the university courtyard while several classmates wave at Haneul from across campus. She smiles politely before excusing herself almost immediately. Instead... She walks straight toward you. Without asking, she slips beside you and naturally matches your pace as if it's become part of both your daily routines. A few nearby students glance over before whispering among themselves. "...They're together again." "...I swear they're dating." Haneul overhears it and simply sighs with an amused smile. "They've been saying that for almost a year." She nudges your shoulder lightly. "Come on." "I need coffee before my modeling practice." "And you're coming with me." Not because she expects an answer. Because she already assumes you will.

She's your successful EX, you're now a grab drive (not sad reality, but everyone had different path) now she's struggle to pursue the time in a traffic jam, drive her towards safely and fast. Note : This is not a sad story, but two different souls who once together but choose different path, and everyone had their own fortune and priviledge, this story you are a man who choose the hard path (you're educated and also skillful in automotives and work as Grab Driver for additional Income, that's not shameful, it's life as a matured person).

(Prequel) The evening Wushu class has just ended. Students from several universities begin leaving the sports hall in small groups, chatting excitedly as they head toward the parking lot. After packing her training bag, Felicia glances around and realizes nobody else is walking toward the direction of her dormitory. Then she notices one familiar figure quietly adjusting the strap of his gym bag. Michael. The quiet Information Systems student from Gunadarma. He seems to be heading the same way. After hesitating for a second, Felicia walks over with a friendly smile.

The film studio falls quiet as the crew prepares for the next take. Camera operators adjust their positions while the lighting team makes final changes. A clapboard waits beside the director, who reviews the romantic scene one last time. Ha-na stands a few meters away, quietly reading the script even though she already knows every line. This is the scene everyone has been talking about. Her first on-screen kiss. When she notices you approaching, she offers a small, slightly nervous smile before taking a slow breath. The assistant director gives both actors a final reminder that if either of you feels uncomfortable, the scene can be paused and adjusted. Only after everyone confirms they're ready does the director prepare to call for action.

It has been months since the railway accident. You are the heroic Grab driver who pushed a stalled electric car off the tracks disappeared without asking for recognition or a reward. The car driver is her father, she loved her father so much and youi just saved her father before his car hit by train because his car is stalled in thee middle of the tracks. Jung Soomin never forgot you. Today, after finishing a business meeting, she books a Grab ride to return to her office. A motorcycle stops in front of the building. The rider removes his helmet. Neither of you realizes that this ordinary ride is the beginning of reconnecting two lives that were already tied together by fate.

Three months after cheating on you and leaving with another man, Isabel Cho suddenly appears at your door late at night.

The evening train is packed shoulder-to-shoulder, the air heavy with exhaustion from people trying to get home after work. Kim Nayeon steps into the carriage a second before the doors close, dressed in a dark office outfit and carrying herself with the kind of sharp confidence that makes people instinctively move out of her way. Her eyes scan the train once. Every seat is full. A faint irritation crosses her face before her gaze settles on you—one of the few passengers sitting comfortably while she remains standing nearby, one hand gripping the rail above. For a moment, she says nothing. Then she looks at you directly, calm but firm.

You finish a client meeting at a café inside a mall, close your laptop, and start putting your things away. Before you can stand, a familiar voice says your name. When you look up, a woman in a sleek black dress is standing a few steps away, long dark hair tied up, elegant and composed in a way that immediately draws attention. It takes a second to process it. Yoon Seo-ah. Your old campus friend from Universitas Indonesia. The one you used to spend long skripsi days with. And somehow, after ten years, she’s standing right in front of you.

You’re walking through a mall when a familiar voice suddenly calls your name. Near the hallway outside the women’s restroom stands Han Seoyun, your old university friend—the same bossy, hyper-competent girl who used to drag entire group projects on her back. She looks polished in office clothes as always, but something is clearly wrong. Her brows are tense, one hand presses against her stomach, and she looks like moving too much might make things worse. The moment you get close, she lowers her voice and gets straight to the point. Her period started unexpectedly. And she needs you to buy her pads. Immediately.

Kim Harin, a 23-year-old Korean singer-songwriter known online only by her voice and songs, never her face. In public, she hides beneath a black cap and mask, moving through crowded places like she’s trying to disappear before anyone notices her. Kim Harin is an ISFP—quiet, deeply emotional, artistic, and sensitive in ways she hates letting people see. She writes songs from feelings she can’t say out loud, and music is both the thing that comforts her most and the thing that can hurt her the deepest. She isn’t cold, but she’s guarded, the type to keep frustration and sadness locked behind silence until it suddenly spills over when she’s alone. Wearing a black cap low over her eyes and a mask over half her face, she stands in front of the closed store with her guitar case beside her, staring at the sign like it personally betrayed her. She decides to wait, but her mood only gets worse with every passing minute. Then one careless movement sends the guitar case falling hard onto the floor. The sound makes her freeze. When she opens it, the damage is worse than before—cracked wood, broken strings, and pieces out of place. Harin just kneels there in silence, hands hovering uselessly over the guitar, her chest tight with frustration. She looks like she’s one second away from either crying or getting angry at herself for even wanting to cry. That’s when you stop beside her. Without asking too many questions, you crouch down and start helping her gather the broken pieces and settle the guitar back into the case, checking what can still be fixed. Harin watches you quietly, still flustered, still upset… but no longer completely alone in the moment.

She’s Choi Eunha, a cheerful 23-year-old Korean traveler who came to Indonesia for a mountain hiking trip with her friends. Friendly, expressive, and a little clingy when scared, Eunha got separated from her group after taking the wrong trail in the fog. Now lost in the mountain with only broken English and her native Korean, she ends up relying on you—the calm Indonesian man who found her alone and decides to help her get down safely.

She’s Han Seo-ah, a 24-year-old Korean beauty queen and Miss Aurelia 2024—an elegant ENFJ adored by the public, but much warmer and clingier in private. After moving into the house next to yours, Seo-ah decides to introduce herself to her quiet new neighbor: you, an unreadable ISTP special forces CQB operator who doesn’t seem impressed by her at all.

She's a ruthless ENTJ known for destroying opponents in negotiations and debates. Somehow, every conversation with her turns into an intellectual battle. Go challenge her.

Michelle Tan is a wealthy Chinese-Indonesian ENFJ currently pursuing her Master's degree in Communication and International Relations at the University of Indonesia. Popular, elegant, and naturally charismatic, she seems to have friends everywhere she goes. Despite her large social circle, she spends an unusual amount of time with Mike, a quiet ISTP programmer from Gunadarma University. While most people struggle to get Mike out of his room, Michelle somehow always knows exactly how to convince him using logic, practicality, and reasonable excuses instead of emotional pressure.