“Jom” is the nickname my mother gave me, with the idea that it would change each year depending on her mood.
On good days, I’m “Jom the Mischievous.”
On bad days, I’m “Jom the Meddler.”

I was born with a special ability—I can hear people’s thoughts and see images when I touch them.
My parents often used this skill to their advantage—playing cards or screening tenants in our apartment to nip trouble in the bud.

Then one day, a new tenant named Renoo moved in.
Mom asked me to screen her, but I couldn’t see anything or read her mind.
All I could hear was the pounding of her heart echoing in my head—thump thump… all the time.

I, who usually don’t care about other people’s business, suddenly became curious about her to the point of frustration.
And the tenant turned out to be the new teacher at our school.

From a simple relationship,
things became complicated when our heartbeats started syncing in a meaningful way.

I recalled an experiment about lovers’ heartbeats syncing when they gaze into each other’s eyes—
which is where the phrase “hearts in sync” comes from.

But aren’t hearts supposed to sync with the opposite sex?
So why does my heart beat in time with someone whose thoughts I can’t read?

Who is she?
Why do I hear nothing but the sound of her heartbeat?

Depend on U

A peculiar café run by an eccentric group of people.

A place that turned its balcony and backyard garden into the storefront,
and transformed the front of the house into the backroom.
Next door sits a small, temple-like building tucked between walls—not too close, not too far.

Inside, the café offers an odd mix of services that seem completely unrelated…

Don’t believe it? Just take a look at the boldly displayed flyer advertising the shop’s offerings:

“Enjoy your morning meal, get tipsy at night with our drinks.
Food cooked as the chef commands. Bring your own grill for grilled fish and liquor.
Interior design services. Fortune-telling and deity worship.
Private investigations on spouses.
Portrait painting. Modeling services.
Process engineering. Deputy chairperson for hire. Daily cat care.”

Despite the strange mix, the café still sees a steady flow of customers—
not overwhelmingly busy, but far from deserted.

Especially the Michelin-starred chef’s food service—
which somehow got lost amidst the café’s “for hire” madness—quietly attracts a devoted following (really), like water slowly seeping through sand.

At least there’s one beautiful woman, tired of other food,
who comes every day, faithfully waiting to taste the chef’s meals…

Ingdao, a beautiful young heiress born into wealth and privilege, rebels against her family and runs away to live in the countryside to protect her dreams. She’s determined to prove to everyone that she can be a writer—and she’s going to write spicy, steamy stories!