perfect actors|| hyunlix ❀

Chapter 50

I woke up groaning. My body felt sore, and my head throbbed like I had been hit by a truck. I blinked up at the ceiling. Wait... this isn't my ceiling.

I sat up abruptly, only to wince at the ache spreading through my limbs. "What the hell...?" I muttered, rubbing my temples. This wasn't my bed. The sheets were softer, the pillows fluffier, and the faint scent of lavender filled the air.

Okay, weird, but maybe I just slept in the wrong room? I forced myself up, only to notice that the apartment was completely different. My desk wasn't in the corner. My favorite posters weren't on the walls. Even the layout was strange.

"What is going on?" I whispered to myself, padding over to the nearest mirror. When I looked up, I froze.

That is NOT my reflection.

Instead of black hair and brown eyes staring back, I saw someone with silky brown hair and piercing green eyes. My face—no, this face—was sharper, my lips fuller. I raised a hand and touched my cheek. The reflection moved perfectly in sync.

"This... this is real," I muttered.

I pinched my arm for good measure. "Ow!" Yep, definitely real.

I stumbled back from the mirror, my heart racing. "Wait, wait, wait... why does this face look so familiar?"

I paced the room, my mind scrambling to make sense of everything. That's when my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I lunged for it like it was a lifeline.

Text Message:
"Yuri, you don't have to come for today's shoot."

Yuri.

The name hit me like a lightning bolt. My chest tightened. "No way... No freaking way."

I scrolled through the phone, searching for anything that would confirm my suspicion. The photos, the texts, even the wallpaper—it all pointed to one thing.

"I'm Yuri. I'm in my own story."

The realization made me sink onto the bed, my mind whirling. Memories of last night flooded in. The comments, the anger, the slam of my head on the desk. "I wished to be inside the story," I muttered. "And now... here I am?"

I let out a shaky laugh. "Okay, this is insane. But if I'm Yuri, then—"

My eyes widened. This is my world. My story. My rules.

I jumped to my feet. "Wait, if this is my story, then I know every single twist and trap. All the things I created to torment Hyunjin and Felix." I paused, a guilty pang hitting me. "I was so harsh on them. Dang, no wonder the readers hated me for all the angst."

An idea sparked in my mind, and I grinned. "But if I make them happy... if I fix their story, maybe I'll get out of here."

With that, I rushed to the closet and pulled out an outfit that screamed professional villain turned hero (and got expensive clothes for the first time): a sleek black dress paired with heels—simple yet commanding. I quickly did my morning routine: I washed up, brushed my teeth, and tied my hair back into a ponytail.

"Okay, Mrs. Lee," I said to myself, standing tall in front of the mirror. "If there's anyone who can help me fix this story, it's you."

Mrs. Lee loved spending her mornings in that cozy little café on the corner of Rosewood Avenue. I knew this world like the back of my hand. Grabbing my bag, I strode out of the apartment with a new purpose.

"This is it," I whispered. "If I can make Hyunjin and Felix's love story work, maybe I can rewrite my own ending too."

I stepped into the café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wrapping around me like a warm blanket. It was a cozy little place, filled with chatter and the occasional clinking of mugs. But I wasn't here to relax—I was here for her.