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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WALKING IN MY studio, I paused when Hajun pranced around as if he owned the place. Around the small, round table, he unboxed various to-go boxes, and I could see the steam coming from the food.
"What are you doing?" I shrunk back when he came over, pressing my hands on his shoulders. At arm's distance, where he couldn't touch me. I got the appeal, with his slender face and cunning expression. But it was odd that I agreed to dating him, considering that I went for broad shouldered with visible muscles—and arrogant personality—instead of the lean and overworrier type.
"Kissing you," he chuckled and pressed his lips to my nose, slipping my coat off. "Why? Am I not allowed to anymore?"
"No," I replied, eyebrows knitting together. Of course not, because I had never agreed to date him. Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts, I motioned to the table. "What's this? A one star restaurant?"
He hesitated, searching my blank expression for a hint of emotion. "I thought we could do something personal tonight."
Yeah, personal as in having a break up conversation.
"Sure," I muttered. Then added, "I'm going to be changing the passcode to my studio. Don't bother barging in next time."
His face closed in, mouth pursing in a straight line. Angry, no doubt, but I was, too. Who gave him the right to enter my personal space? Silence passed between us as I tugged on the styrofoam—Chinese takeout. Grease pooled on the side of the chow mien, and fried rice was slightly burnt.
"I brought your favorite," he said, and I scoffed when he handed me the chopsticks.
"You sure about that? Or did some trashy, fake article give you that piece of information?"
"What?"
"Stop talking while you're eating," I snipped, quoting my father.
Crescent eyes in front of me narrowed. "We always talk while we eat."
"Since when?"
"Since always? Unless something happened in the few days you went AWOL. I thought your Dad's rules didn't apply when we were together."
"That's stupid," I couldn't help but snicker. David Young's rules always applied. All my ex-boyfriends followed his conduct, too, worshipping the ground that he walked on. I swear, that man was so in touch in his sixth sense, he could practically see when I messed up.
Not that Hajun could understand. He seemed more naive than I thought—thought it made sense, since he was a rookie. I sighed and stirred the chow mien.
Chopsticks clinked on the table, and Hajun propped his elbows up on the table. "Tell me what's going on," he demanded. I copied him.
"Let's get to the point, instead. Why are you dating me?"
"That's my question for you. You think I wouldn't have noticed if you withdrew from me?" A mixture of concern and anger flashed in his eyes. "Is it your dad? Did he say something to you?"
