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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SUCH A STUPID decision. With how our relationship played out in the past few months—to random squabbles and obnoxious arguments—I had no idea why I decided to drive back to the studio.
Specifically, Will's apartment.
But not even my room offered me a sense of stability anymore, with the color-coded closet rather than the one sorted by the type of clothing. Not to mention the odd stares I received when I barked out orders to rearrange the dresser and the vanity to its usual place.
It was as if someone else entirely different from me had lived there. And as idiotic as it sounded, confronting self-conceited Will, the one static person I could count on, might snap me out from whatever this was.
As I passed by lot where he kept his car, my brows furrowed together. Instead of the sleek, black Mercedes parked there, a newer type with another coating replaced it. Odd, considering about how he complained about the work that went in to buy another one.
I gripped the front of my blouse at the unsettling feeling stirring, and entered the elevator while nodding at the doorman.Through the ride up was a short one, the thought that this wasn't a good idea clung to me.
Not in the annoyed way where I'd have to deal with his nonstop, arrogant chatter. But everything felt... off.
When I reached his sterile front door, though, I closed my eyes for a moment. Now or never. Not even bothering to knock, I entered the passcode and swung the door open.
"Listen, if you have time to invest—"
"Get out," Will spat at me, and my eyes narrowed at his snarl. Since when did he decide to bark and bite? Curls dangling over his forehead, he slammed a burly hand to the door.
"Out," I scowled. "For what petty reason did you decide to dwell over next? Let me guess. You just realized that climbing the ranks was similar to a promotion. In that it involves work and not just sucking up."
He stalked over and clutched my wrist, bending it. I gritted my teeth to prevent the wince from escaping my mouth. For someone who towered over me both in height and size, it was reckless to not back down.
"You seriously have the audacity to show up and act like you own the place?"
"I don't see why not," I snipped back. "Since you're the one always intruding in my personal space."
"What, are you so desperate that you came crawling back to me? I don't care what lies you told to the media to make me like this. I deserve to be your boyfriend, and I don't care who tells me otherwise," Will hissed. "Unlike your immigrated father, our family comes from money."
Social darwinism at its finest. Nothing new, either. I smirked at the repeat performance, and glowered.
"If anything, you should've stayed at the bottom of the barrel. People like you weren't made to be rich." I struggled to snatch my arm out of his grasp when he pulled me closer. His heavy, disgusting breath blew on my face, and I turned away. Towards his wrecked kitchen, and stacked dishwater.
