Chapter 1 – Kim Yoosung

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One day, I opened my eyes and saw a white ceiling. 

Next to me, a middle-aged couple with unfamiliar faces was sobbing while holding my hand.
When their eyes met mine, they were really surprised and called the doctors outside.

Right after I woke up it was chaotic in many ways; the doctor came and ran some tests.
After finishing it, I was left alone in the hospital room, I could finally have time to think calmly.

‘What’s going on?’

I was probably possessed, a phenomenon that would only be seen in novels or manga.

If not that, I couldn’t explain the situation I was actually in.

From the conversation we have had so far, the name of the body I possessed by was “Kim Yoo-sung,” a high school student living in Japan.

From what I heard, he left home two days ago to meet a friend but was hit by a car in front of a nearby crosswalk and fell unconscious.

If my soul took over the place of the soul of this child, Kim Yoo-sung, after it escaped, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He died at the age of liberty. 

I could remember my last memory before I was possessed.

I had just become a graduate student of science and engineering and due to a bad choice, I couldn’t go home for a few days, solving room and board issues at the university lab.

However, I didn’t know whose mistake it was, but a fire broke out inside the laboratory, and I happened to be there.
I couldn’t escape from the building.
I inhaled a lot of toxic gas and lose consciousness while trying to get a hard disk containing two years’ worth of research data.

Maybe I was possessed by the body of this boy named Kim Yoo-sung because I died in the lab?

For a moment I was happy that I got out of my boring student life, but the excitement soon subsided. 

After all, I was like a cuckoo who suddenly ended up in the body of a boy named Kim Yoo-sung.

I wondered if I would be able to adapt to my future life.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, I picked up a small hand mirror from the drawer next to the bed.

The face of the boy that I saw for the first time was looking at me across the mirror.

As I smiled awkwardly, the boy with unusually long bangs smiled along.

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To be honest, it didn’t look real.

Maybe this whole situation was only a dream?

I had a vague hope, but when I pinched my cheek, I felt a vivid pain.

“Ha, what’s that?”

I sighed deeply because of this meaningless situation, and I decided to wake up first and think about it later.


Two days later.

I was safely discharged from the hospital.

Of course, the possession didn’t vanish as I had hoped.

Rather, the memories of that boy, Kim Yoo-sung, naturally flowed into my mind during my dreams.

Kim Yoo-sung was an ordinary 15-year-old middle school student, about to enter in high school.

He was born to a Korean father and a Korean mother who immigrated to Japan.
He was secretly discriminated at school, so he grew up as an introvert.

Still, he had about two or three kindhearted friends in his class.
It seemed that he left home early in the morning of this weekend to play with them and got into an accident. 

I was driven home by the middle-aged couple – Kim Yoo-sung parents.
I agreed to go upstairs when they told me to hurry and rest because I must be tired.
So, I went up to the second floor.

It was my first time coming here but I acted so naturally, as if I knew this place from the beginning. 

Probably because of the memories of the previous owner of this body. 

I walked into the room, quietly closed the door, and felt distraught by the scenery in front of me.

No matter where you looked there was only manga and comic books.

Bromide1 with naked 2D characters were proudly hung on the wall, and the bookcase was lined with animation DVDs and figures.

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I didn’t know where this guy, a third grade of middle school, got the money to buy all this stuff.
But one thing that became clear was that Kim Yoo-sung must have been a weirdo.

I used to look up comic books and animations that people said were fun, but I was only confused because I wasn’t into it. 

First, since it was now my room, I cleaned up what I could and sat on the bed instead of the chair. 

‘What should I do now?’

Because I hadn’t inherited all Kim Yoo-sung’s memories yet, it was hard to act thoughtlessly.

Kim Yoo-sung’s parents were particularly the problem.
If their son, who they had seen for 15 years, suddenly acted like a completely different person they would find it weird.

In other words, I needed an opportunity to act according to my original personality. 

Fortunately, Kim Yoo-sung had a good excuse. 

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