Park Chaeyoung is a 24 year old, unhappy, pre-med student struggling to pay her rent. When one day she fell through her mirror and experienced her life in another universe. Would she pursue the woman of her dreams and live the life she always wanted...
The darkness was interrupted by a ringtone, one that I didn't recognize. I pried my eyes open as I look for the source of the sound. "It's only 5 am? Who the heck calls at this time?" My eyes fall onto the caller ID, it reads "Miyeon Unnie" Confused, I picked up.
A familiar voice hits my ears. "Are you ready? You have to be by the studio by 7! I sent someone to pick you up."
"Cho Miyeon?" I said back, not processing whatever she had just said.
"Yes, Miss Park Chaeyoung, it's me" She replies, sarcastically.
"Ho-how do you know my name, w-why are you calling me?"
"You really had too much to drink last night didn't you, I told Lisa to lay you off the drinks, are you having a hangover, I'll have the driver get some for that too"
"Lisa? Manoban? How did you get my number again" I asked, confused.
"This is ridiculous, I'm your manager remember now? Lisa? Your best friend and bandmate? Remember?"
"what are you talki-"
"Listen, I don't know what you're trying to do here but get ready, you don't need to do your makeup, the stylist will be there. I'll send David to your house"
"Bu-"
The call ended there. "Cho Miyeon? Lisa? Manager? David?" I asked myself "what is she talking about"
A sudden memory flashed through my brain, falling towards my mirror. I gasp "did I get famous because I fell into a mirror? Am I in the hospital? Did I get a reality show?"
I looked back down at the phone. It was the latest model of iPhone, "this isn't my phone" I muttered as I recalled my tacky old iPhone 5s I got back at high school. I clicked on the screen and it lit up instantly, unlocking itself as it saw my face. "ho-"
My sentence was cut short as my fingers grazed over the messaging app and opened it. There were only 10 contacts—not that I had much before anyways—it was the names that caught my attention.
'Miyeon Unnie', 'Mum', 'Dad', 'Alice', 'Lisa', 'Jennie', 'Jisoo', 'David' and two group chats titled 'Home' and 'My girls'
Recognizing the names, my finger instinctively clicked on 'Lisa' seeing the most recent texts.
Lisa: Oh my god, thank you so much rosie, this is too much. Love ya❤️❤️❤️!
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Me: It's nothing! Best of luck on the MV! You look gorge btw!
Lisa: 👉👈thank you! Don't you have a photoshoot as well? Send me photos!
Me: yea, it's tomorrow. YSL is upping their game. You'll see the photos sooner or later ;)
Lisa: meanie 🥺Come visit me after you're done! I have something to show you!
Me: 👌 send me the address
Lisa: xxx beach, see ya!
"YSL? What? Saint Laurent?" I say to myself. "A photoshoot?"
That must have been what Miyeon was talking about. Without giving anything a further thought. I got up and walked over to turn on the lights.
I was greeted with bright lights in a bedroom that was the size of my living room. "What have I missed out?"
Walking out the hall to what I assumed to be the bathroom. I found myself in a walk-in closet. I gawked at the neatly hanged clothes. "Woah..."
Grabbing a white T-shirt and Jeans, I walked into the real bathroom and took a shower while I admired the beautiful design of it. It was a sleek bathroom, with sharp angles and intricate detailing. Where am I? the thought constantly rang in my head but I just shrugged it off, enjoying the moment.
Going downstairs―I can't believe I have one―I found the kitchen that was situated next to a beautiful white, leather couch that faced a gigantic flat-screen TV. I opened the fridge only to find it empty, only filled with a couple of bottles of fancy-looking water.
Searching the pantry and cabinets for something to eat, the sound of the doorbell interrupted my raid. I walked over and opened the door "Hello?"
A tall man in a suit greeted me "Hello Miss, your car's ready. The medicine―for your hangover"
"Ah, yes. Hangover" I felt my face flush as I took the bottle even though my head doesn't hurt.
Content, the man turns to leave, leaving me standing there like a fool. He stopped suddenly in his tracks and turned to look at me, "Are you coming, Miss?"
"Y- yes, of course. Gimme a second" I stammered as I quickly put my shoes on. "Where are we headed to again?"
"The studio, for your photoshoot, Miss" He answers as he holds the door open for me.
Closing the door, I thanked him and sat down in the car. Growing increasingly uncomfortable as he calls me 'Miss'
The car pulled out of the driveway, giving me a view of my house. It was a modest house, but beautiful nonetheless.
"So...you're up early David," I said, recalling the name Miyeon have mentioned.
"Yes, Miss" He replied as he glanced towards me with an odd look in his eyes
I forced a chuckle as the ride continues, there's tension in the air but David doesn't seem too bothered by it.
Returning my attention to the phone, I went through the photos. I felt as if I was trespassing into somebody else's life. There were a lot of photos, of events and places I can't remember. My eyes lingered on a photo of me with Lisa, Jennie, and Jisoo.
We're friends? I asked myself as I stare at the photo, swiping more to find others like that. I stopped at one that was me with a guitar on stage. I looked stunning in that outfit. The crowd seems ecstatic as well.
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I recognized a light-stick one was holding. It looked like one from Blackpink. A hammer if I'm not wrong. The pieces slowly come together as I realized. This is not my life.
Author's note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was a bit long so I'm cutting this into two parts! I'm super excited for the photoshoot part. I think you guys will like it.
