I’m “Kunja Fa,” but everyone just calls me “Fa.”

I just returned from France after completing a perfume-making course, fulfilling my dream.
But when I got home, I realized my bag had been switched with someone else’s—
and to make things worse, the swapped bag opened with the same code as mine.

While trying to contact the owner, I received a strange call—
someone saying our bags got switched.
That was the beginning of our detective game,
not revealing who we are or where we come from.

As we played along, strange feelings crept into my heart—
feelings I couldn’t explain—
until I realized something was off.

Then one day,
my best friend, with whom I had agreed that if we were both single at 30, we’d marry each other, called to say
he’d found a woman he wanted to marry.

I wasn’t sure I believed him—he falls for everyone easily.

But the person he introduced made my heart race just by our first glance.
From someone who didn’t believe in love at first sight,
I became lost in daydreams from the very first meeting.

I felt fluttery over the owner of my bag—
and also over this new woman I just met.

Crazy, right? What kind of person am I?
And all the people I feel this way about—

Both of them… are women!!!

I’m Bo—an ordinary person with a pretty private life.
Yet every day, I’m told “I love you” over and over by the kid next door named Apo,
who’s been following me since she was as small as a puppy,
and now she’s like a clingy Persian cat who never stops being affectionate.

Amid all the annoyance, my parents think it’s cute.
Which only makes me resist more—
why does no one find it strange
that a little girl would scream over her older sister?

Until one day she said, “I don’t think I love you anymore.”
That’s when my heart jolted—
the one who once loved me no longer does.

The person who once adored me doesn’t adore me anymore.

What is this feeling?
That sense of emptiness, loneliness, as if left stranded on an island halfway along the way.

No… she loves and likes only me.

I won’t let her stop loving me.

Because Apo… she belongs to me alone.

I, “Frank,” took on the role of a manager because I had to inherit my father’s business. To prove that I’m capable, I have to be perfect from head to toe. But because I was so busy with work, I didn’t have time to keep my room clean, so I had to hire a housekeeper to take care of it.

However…
None of the housekeepers my mother found were suitable. Some left dust stains, others secretly stole things from my room. Even the shampoo bottle seemed to be missing some, despite having just bought it new.

So, my mother arranged for a new housekeeper for me to interview in person. And I was shocked when I met the new housekeeper, “Yu.” When my mother brought her in, I felt nauseous, short of breath, and almost fainted. There was something telling me, ‘She’s the one.’

I ended up hiring her immediately, despite knowing almost nothing about her.

I’m someone who can read people well because I’m skilled in body language, but when it came to her, I couldn’t make sense of anything. I was completely flustered, unsure of what to do next. As for the new housekeeper, there was something suspicious about her.

She approached me without fear, and that smile of hers constantly bloomed, as though challenging me in a way that irritated me.

If someone were to ask me why she passed the interview even though she hadn’t said a word, there would be many reasons to explain.

She’s small.
She’s cute.
She has a beautiful smile.

But if that explanation is too long, let me sum it up simply:
For me… ‘She’s the most adorable person in the world.’

If Ngamrampha is a witch, then Jannisa must be the rebellious princess determined to tame her into submission.

Struggling with debt, the popular social media influencer Jannisa takes on a special assignment from a VIP client: to cozy up to Ngamrampha, Thailand’s top wine expert. Ngamrampha is as beautiful as her name suggests—charming and from a noble lineage so prestigious it’s obvious even from Mars!

Jannisa’s job is simple: sprinkle a little charm, act cute enough to captivate, and gradually lure Ngamrampha under her control as instructed by the client.

This should be easy for a sweet-faced girl with a “strawberry” personality—or rather, a sweet face hiding a thousand sly tricks. Except…

The plan to manipulate Ngamrampha backfires—because it seems Jannisa herself is the one being enchanted.

She set out to make Ngamrampha fall for her, but why does her own heart race faster every day?

Behind that lipstick-red smile, Ngamrampha is like a witch casting spells, trapping Jannisa with no escape.

Before she knows it, Jannisa is caught in the very grasp of her target—whether Ngamrampha squeezes tight or lets go, Jannisa might not survive.