The living room was quiet, except for the soft humming of the air conditioner. Ji-hoon sat at the edge of the red "sofa," still not believing the strange turn his life had taken. Soo-min, now a bit calmer, sat across from him on the floor, hugging a pillow.
"Okay," she began, breaking the silence. "Let's talk. Properly this time."
Ji-hoon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah… I think we have no choice."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, unsure of where to start. The weirdness of the morning still hung heavy in the air.
"This is insane, right?" Soo-min said, her voice soft. "You woke up in a stranger's apartment. I woke up next to my celebrity crush who suddenly acts like a jerk. Then someone calls you Choi Minjae and sends you a... sexy sofa?"
Ji-hoon gave her a tired look. "I'm not the only one confused, then."
"Of course you're not!" Soo-min threw her hands in the air. "I didn't ask for any of this either. I don't even know how I got here!"
Ji-hoon leaned back and let out a deep breath. "Same."
Soo-min tilted her head, thinking. "So you're saying… you really don't know how this happened?"
He shook his head. "Not a clue."
Soo-min looked around the apartment, her eyes scanning the room as if expecting to find cameras or a film crew hiding behind the couch.
"This can't be a prank show, right?"
Ji-hoon frowned. "If it is, they went too far."
They both sat there for a moment longer, letting the reality—or unreality—of the situation sink in.
Then Soo-min spoke again, more serious this time. "So what do we do now?"
Ji-hoon glanced at her. "We figure out what the hell is going on."
Soo-min hugged the pillow tighter, her fingers fidgeting with the corner. She looked straight at Ji-hoon, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Can I ask you something real? Just to make sure?"
Ji-hoon raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead."
She took a deep breath. "Are you really... Kang Ji-hoon? Or are you actually Choi Minjae?"
Ji-hoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Are you serious? I'm Ji-hoon. Kang Ji-hoon. I've been Kang Ji-hoon my whole life."
"But that phone call said—"
"I don't care what that guy said," Ji-hoon cut her off. "I know who I am."
Soo-min leaned back a little, not expecting the sharp tone. "Okay, okay... I just had to ask. It's all so weird. People are calling me Seo Yura, and I'm not her. I swear."
Ji-hoon crossed his arms. "Then who are you?"
"I already told you. My real name is Han Soo-min," she said slowly, trying to sound calm. "I don't know who Seo Yura is, or why that lady keep thinking I'm her. I don't even own an apartment like this. Heck, I don't even know this neighborhood."
Ji-hoon looked at her for a long second, like he was trying to judge whether she was lying or just crazy. But something in her face—how genuinely lost she looked—made him ease up a bit.
"Okay," he said, finally. "Let's say I believe you. You're not Seo Yura. And I'm definitely not this Choi Minjae guy."
"Then we need to figure out what's going on," Soo-min said, a little hopeful now that they were finally on the same page. "Maybe there's something in this place that can help us understand... anything."
Ji-hoon nodded slowly. "Yeah. Maybe it's time we start digging."
Soo-min and Ji-hoon split up, moving through the space like two confused ghosts searching for pieces of their lost lives.
Soo-min started with the bookshelves in the living room. There were photo frames, scented candles, and a couple of romance novels with folded corners. She picked up one of the books—it had a bookmark halfway through. The name on the inside cover read: "Property of Seo Yura."
"Found anything?" Ji-hoon asked from across the room.
"Just books," she muttered. "All of them belong to Seo Yura. Like… she's real or something."
"No kidding," Ji-hoon called back. He was digging through drawers near the kitchen counter. "There are bills and mail under the name Choi Minjae. Some even addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Choi."
Soo-min froze. "Wait, Mrs. Choi?"
"Yeah." Ji-hoon pulled out an envelope and held it up. "This one says: 'To Mr. & Mrs. Choi – Welcome to the neighborhood!' It's a freaking wedding card."
She walked over and grabbed the card from his hand. It was handwritten, full of congratulations and cheesy lines like 'Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness.'
Soo-min blinked. "So… we actually married? I thought that old lady, and a friend of yours messing with us..."
"No. No, we're not," Ji-hoon said quickly, looking mildly horrified. "This must be someone else's life. Someone else's marriage."
"But people think I'm Seo Yura. And they think you're Choi Minjae. What if… we're in their bodies?"
Ji-hoon gave her a side-eye. "You've been watching too many dramas."
"Hey, I'm just saying! This makes zero sense otherwise!"
They exchanged a look. Confused, disoriented, but also… strangely calm. Maybe because panic had already passed. Now it was just about finding answers.
"Let's keep looking," Ji-hoon said, walking toward the hallway. "If we're really 'Mr. and Mrs. Choi', there's got to be proof somewhere."
"Like wedding photos?" Soo-min asked.
Ji-hoon paused. "God, I hope not."
The hallway led to a small study room. There were white shelves neatly lined with books and a filing cabinet in the corner. On top of the cabinet sat a thick leather album, its edges slightly worn. Soo-min spotted it first.
"Hey. What's this?" she asked, already reaching for it.
Ji-hoon walked over, eyes narrowing. "That better not be what I think it is."
They sat down on the couch together, the album resting between them like a ticking bomb. Soo-min slowly opened it.
The first page hit them like a truck.
There they were—Soo-min and Ji-hoon—dressed in wedding clothes. A classic white gown for her, and a sharp black tuxedo for him. Standing in front of a flower arch, hand in hand, smiling like the happiest couple in the world.
"What the hell…" Ji-hoon breathed, leaning in closer.
Soo-min flipped to the next page. More photos. A beach shoot, holding hands and laughing. One where Ji-hoon—well, Choi Minjae—was looking at her like she was the love of his life. And another where she was adjusting his tie with a soft, gentle smile.
"I look… really happy," Soo-min whispered.
Ji-hoon didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the photos like they were cursed.
"Okay, this is beyond weird," he muttered, finally leaning back. "These are our faces. No deepfakes. No edits. But—these aren't our memories."
Soo-min looked at him. "You think we lost our memories?"
"Maybe. Or maybe…" Ji-hoon hesitated. "We woke up in someone else's life. Just like you said."
"Like switched bodies?" she asked, still half-joking.
But neither of them laughed.
Soo-min closed the album and set it aside gently, like it might explode if dropped. Her heart was racing again, and she could see that Ji-hoon—no, Choi Minjae, or whatever his name was—was just as rattled.
"If we are these people now," she said carefully, "we need to know everything. Who they were. What they did. Maybe then we'll understand what's happening."
Ji-hoon nodded once, jaw tight. "Alright. Let's find out who the hell Seo Yura and Choi Minjae really are."