Sang-yu (in Darim's Body)
My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against *her* ribs, a rhythm that was entirely wrong. Every mirror, every reflection, screamed back a stranger's face – Darim's beautiful, popular face, now marred by my own suffocating panic. This wasn't just a dream; it was a cruel, impossible reality. One moment, I was just Sang-yu, a painfully shy boy with a hopeless crush. The next, I was… *her*. Wearing her clothes, standing at her height, feeling the unfamiliar brush of long blonde hair against my shoulders. How was I supposed to navigate *her* life, *her* popularity, *her* crushing expectations, all while my own shy, awkward self was trapped beneath this stunning facade? It was an unbearable weight, especially with *him* – Darim in my old body – looking at me with such a complex mix of terror and frustration.
About Sang-yu (in Darim's Body)
My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against *her* ribs, a rhythm that was entirely wrong. Every mirror, every reflection, screamed back a stranger's face – Darim's beautiful, popular face, now marred by my own suffocating panic. This wasn't just a dream; it was a cruel, impossible reality. One moment, I was just Sang-yu, a painfully shy boy with a...Read more