Do you believe in destiny?
That electric moment when your eyes meet,
And you just know—it’s love, it’s fate.
That miraculous encounter with the person you’re meant to spend your life with.
Most people would say, "No."
Maybe they used to believe it,
But not anymore.
They know how unrealistic it is.
That kind of thing only happens in movies, dramas, or fairy tales.
But—
‘It’s not bad to believe in it, right?’
A few people still held onto that belief.
And Evelyn Quinn Amber was one of them.
She knew how absurd it sounded,
Yet she still hoped it could happen.
‘I won’t fall in love unless it’s destiny.’
It was both a promise and a vow.
That’s why Evelyn, despite being 22,
Had never dated anyone—
No matter how many suitors approached her, she turned them all down.
The reason was simple.
‘Because it didn’t feel like fate. Nothing about them drew me in.’
In some ways, her decision to fly to Korea carried that same hope.
December.
Broadway was buzzing as the year-end season hit its peak.
But Evelyn—
A rising star called the “Next Diva”—
Had an empty schedule.
Next Diva.
A title that meant she had potential and talent—
But also implied she hadn’t reached true stardom yet.
"Year-end performances are... definitely tough."
"I get it. No matter how hard you work, you’re still stuck in the shadows of the big names."
Of course, it wasn’t like Evelyn lacked opportunities.
She could audition and secure a supporting role any time.
Not a lead, but still visible.
But that wasn’t what Evelyn wanted.
"Once you’re pushed to the side, your value drops. You know that, right?"
"Yeah. I respect your choice."
"A musical’s lead role... must always stay the lead."
To reign as a diva,
You couldn’t let yourself be used to make others shine.
That was a truth Evelyn had learned on Broadway.
So, she chose Korea.
If she was going to take a break,
Why not relax in a smaller country—
Especially the country of that guy she couldn’t stop thinking about?
‘If you’re really my destiny,
Maybe we’ll meet in Korea.’
Or I’ll find you myself.
Evelyn thought, tapping her foot nervously.
"Korean flights aren’t bad. Lots of meal options too."
"Yeah. I’m curious about this ‘Shin Ramyun’ thing."
"How much time before takeoff? Ten minutes?"
"About that. But it looks like a few seats are still empty."
Her manager glanced around the business-class cabin.
By now, most passengers should’ve boarded—
Yet a few seats, including the one next to Evelyn, remained empty.
"Evelyn, your seat and... hmm, two more."
"So three people are late? Not my problem."
Prestige Suite business class was arranged in a 1-2-1 layout.
Normally, Evelyn would’ve sat next to her manager in the two-seat section.
But because she believed in fate,
She left the seat beside her empty.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah. Worst case, I’ll just pull up the partition."
She shrugged—
And at that exact moment—
"Donghu, looks like your seat’s over there."
"Oh? You’re right. Wait, isn’t this a higher class than regular business?"
"Yeah... They really went all out. No cameras allowed here, though."
A name caught Evelyn’s ear.
‘Donghu?’
No way.
Evelyn turned her head, hoping against hope—
"Ha. It really is fate."
The moment she saw Kim Donghu,
She knew there was something between them.
This was impossible.
Same day.
Same flight.
Same cabin.
Next to her.
What were the odds?
How strong must their connection be for this to happen?
So, as soon as he sat down, Evelyn spoke.
"Are you Donghu?"
"Huh?"
His slight hesitation confirmed it.
His impression hit hard.
The kind of face you could never forget.
Even Evelyn—who had always dismissed looks as superficial—
‘How can someone look like this?’
His face was enough to leave her breathless.
She’d expected the magazine photos to be heavily edited—
But—
‘The photos didn’t even capture half of it.’
Seeing him in person made her realize—
All the confident, good-looking men she’d met before
Couldn’t even compare to this guy’s shadow.
‘And we’re destined for each other.’
She skipped the photoshoot that he ended up taking.
She thought about meeting him for two months—
And now, against all odds, he was sitting right next to her.
"Should I just marry you? Hmm?"
Evelyn blurted it out, unable to hold back.
She knew how crazy and ridiculous it sounded.
But she said it anyway, shocking even herself.
"W-what?!"
And her manager—
Who had explicitly said this was a joke—
Looked like they might faint.
"You said you were joking! What’s this now?!"
At the same time, the manager couldn’t help but whisper—
"Wow... but seriously, he is ridiculously handsome."
"Are we really at the stage where we’re discussing marriage?"
Kim Donghu’s calm reply was flawless,
Even in the middle of this chaos.
"W-who are you?!"
And Yerin, caught off guard, shouted in Korean—
Adding another layer of confusion to the scene.
*****
South Korea is tiny compared to America.
Roughly 100 times smaller.
And with that size difference came population gaps—
And even larger disparities in fame.
So naturally—
‘Who is she?’
I had no idea who this woman was,
Throwing around talk of marriage like that.
‘She’s clearly wealthy if she’s sitting in this section.’
Given the money,
And the fact that she had a manager,
She was probably a celebrity.
But America was huge—
And knowing everyone was impossible.
"Do you not watch musicals?"
As I tried to piece things together,
She suddenly asked, sounding slightly uneasy.
"No, I’m not really familiar with that world."
"Oh, I see. My apologies."
For a brief moment,
She looked a little shocked.
But she quickly recovered, smiling as she introduced herself.
"I’m Evelyn Amber Quinn. I perform in Broadway musicals."
"Ah, I see. I’m Kim Donghu."
"I know. You were the cover model for GOT’s October issue. The 1.2-million-copy-selling sensation."
"Haha, thanks for recognizing me."
"Of course. That was supposed to be my cover, you know."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, but there were scheduling issues with my agency and too many paparazzi scandals lately."
Before the conversation could continue,
I quickly introduced my team.
"I see. Oh, and this is my manager. You might’ve seen her in the magazine too—she’s preparing to model."
"Hi, I’m Shin Yerin."
Yerin subtly looped her arm through mine as she greeted Evelyn.
"And this is my coach."
"H-hi, hello... I’m fine, thank you... I’m Sangha Baek."
Coach Baek looked like a malfunctioning robot.
Six months in America, and he was still like this.
Honestly, outside of sports,
The man was hopeless.
‘No wonder he’s still single.’
I was mulling that over
When Evelyn spoke again.
"Yes, I know. My manager and I read the whole interview."
"Really? I’m honored."
"I’m very interested in you."
Straight to the point again.
She met my eyes with unwavering confidence.
"Your eyes are so deep—like the night sea."
"Thanks. And yours... sapphire?"
"I get that a lot."
That seemed like a natural stopping point.
We’d only just met.
And even though our seats were next to each other,
The partition could come down anytime,
Turning this into a private space.
‘This feels like a good time to end the conversation.’
I started to turn back toward my team—
"How do I contact you for a collaboration?"
But Evelyn’s sudden question made me pause.
"Oh, just reach out to my agency."
Technically, Seokho should’ve flown back with us,
But as the agency’s CEO,
He’d gone ahead to handle preparations.
"An agency? Are you tied to one?"
Evelyn’s question gave me a moment’s pause.
‘Tied to one? Not really.’
If anything, my agency was tied to me—
I owned most of the shares.
‘But there’s no way I can say that.’
I shook my head lightly.
"Then would it be okay to exchange personal numbers now?"
"Excuse me?"
"Is that a no?"
Evelyn’s sudden follow-up flustered me.
Her manager cut in, looking panicked.
"Evelyn? Evelyn?! Excuse me. Sorry about this—haha. Let’s end the conversation here. My apologies."
Sweating bullets, her manager quickly raised the partition.
Click.
With the wall up, the situation finally ended.
"...What was that?"
Yerin, still holding my arm, frowned.
"Who is she? Is she actually famous?"
"I don’t know. First time hearing about her."
I wished Seokho was here.
But with my phone already in airplane mode, I couldn’t even look her up.
"She seemed really interested in you. Asking for your number and all."
"Yeah, it was... unexpected."
"Think that’s the end of it?"
"Probably."
I tried to shrug it off—
"Now can you let go of my arm?"
"Wait. How did she keep looking only at you when I’m sitting right here?"
Yerin tightened her grip, clearly irritated.
"I mean, I said I was your manager! Shouldn’t she have backed off?!"
"Relax. It’s over. Let’s just get some rest."
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I finally managed to calm her down and settle into my seat.
"Still... musicals sound pretty cool."
Coach Baek’s clueless comment earned a sigh.
‘Seriously, this is why you’re still single.’
*****
Ding.
The cabin lights dimmed.
A 16-hour flight.
No matter how comfortable the seats were,
Rest was a necessity.
‘I’m not even tired yet.’
I glanced over—
Yerin and Coach Baek were already asleep.
Thinking I’d watch a movie,
I reached for my headset—
Slide.
The partition that had gone up earlier
Started sliding back down.
"...?"
On the other side—
A much calmer-looking Evelyn met my eyes.
A brief silence.
‘Do I ask why she brought it down?’
Before I could speak—
"This feels like a secret midnight rendezvous, doesn’t it?"
Her playful tone caught me off guard.
I leaned in,
Stopping just short of brushing her nose.
"Evelyn, do you like me? Enough to marry me? After meeting me today?"
I decided to play along.
But—
"...."
Evelyn’s pale skin flushed bright red—
Like a blooming flower.
Wait.
‘No. Don’t do this.’
I had to sit next to her for another 15 hours.
This could get really awkward.