Getting a second chance at life isn't exactly as enchanting as it seems.
Sohee Young, who lived life like the callous person she was, dies. She gets another chance to live life correctly though, and that is by swapping lives with Lina Park, who die...
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BECAUSE LINA LIVED nearby, the two of us walked home, Andrew animately waving his hands in the air as he recapped how his day went in the classes that we didn't have together while I acted like Lina as much as I could. In other words, my head hurt from the use of rapid Korean that laid dormant in me for years.
"We're almost here," Andrew hummed, steps becoming bouncier. The whole neighborhood consisted of houses squished together, but I recognized the two-story, blue-gray colored building. It looked like it was suffocating, especially with the next house not even a foot away. I recalled mine, which had an endless amount of breathing space. Enough to make a person feel isolated from the world.
"Where's Jisoo, I mean Mom?" I asked, walking up to the front porch. Andrew shot me a weird look, reaching for the key in his back pocket. How close were they to give him a key? Did I even have one?
"Working, remember? Didn't your mom text you?" Huh, maybe Lina's parents didn't differ from mine. I let out a small scoff.
"No. Did she text you?" I took Lina's phone out of my hoodie pocket.
Oh. Several messages were texted to me in Korean, along with a string of heart emojis. I squinted through the block of squares and circles that made out to be letters, hoping to decode them. Another problem: I couldn't read Korean well, and as of right now, Lina's memories couldn't either. It couldn't be her brain buffering... could it?
"Looks like she did," Andrew unlocked the door and faced me. "What did she say?"
Mouth parted, I tilted my head and held my phone up, as if it would tell me answers. I regretted the moment I decided to reject my grandmother's offer to go to Korea with her over the summer. Maybe if I had gone, I would be as fluent as Andrew. Instead, I chose a modeling job my father instructed me to take.
Which promptly broke off my friendship with Grace.
"Well, she said... you know what? You read it," I snapped, throwing the phone to him and ran into the house.
"Oh!" his voice echoed. "We're eating samgyeopsal and kimchi jjigae! That sounds great! They want us to start making the jigae, though. Hey, where are you going? Don't be a pig, help out!"
I dashed up the stairs and into the nearest room, shutting myself in. Fortunately, it was Lina's, judging by the bookshelf and textbooks piled on the desk. With a groan, I flopped on the chair and placed the kisses Andrew gave me earlier on her desk. Nobody had ever given me chocolate personally and meant it. Not even the previous boyfriends I had. Not even my father, only caring for me in front of a crowd to witness the whole sweet and loving father act.
I unwrapped it and popped it in my mouth. It tasted milky. And possibly cheap. Nothing like what father gave me, the 'exquisite chocolates specifically made from his favorite chef in Korea' which would have been fine if a camera hadn't pointed in my direction, capturing my every reaction. On Valentine's Day.
