The first thought that comes into mind when I wake up in an unfamiliar room is that I should escape. I have absolutely no recollection of the past few days. It seems like yesterday I was on a tour around Japan, but I have a feeling that a long time had past.

I suddenly notice an IV on my wrist and a vital monitor by my side. My eyes widen at this. Am I in a hospital?

Was I in a coma? Did I lose my memories? I panic to myself. The room looks like it is a VIP room. Is this my uncle's hospital? As my heart beat faster, someone on my other side stirs awake. Unfamiliar piercing blue eyes stare back at me.

"Kim Sohyun..." He whispers my name with wide eyes. As if it hit him that I was finally awake, he clasps my hand in his and grins at me.

I don't know how to react. It seems like he caught on, toning down reaction. His eyes seem gray now as he stands up. My eyes follow his every move warily. He gets up to pour a cup of water for me and I accept it greatly, just realizing that I am very thirsty.

"You must be very confused right now." The stranger sighs. I continue to stay quiet. "Don't worry. I have no intention of hurting you."

"A nurse will be coming soon, so you'll find out what happened to you." He says, sitting back down on the chair beside me.

I gather the courage to speak, "I'm sorry, but... who are you?"

He doesn't seem surprised at the question, "I am... your guardian." He avoids my gaze, however, it does not seem he is lying. Hopefully, this hospital has a reliable security system. He must be one of my uncle's workers, since I have no living relative other than him and he is always a busy man.

I want to ask him more questions, like what his name is, but some medical staff have entered the room already.

"Ms. Kim, congratulations on a speedy recovery. I am your doctor, you may call me Dr. Kang. You must be wondering what is going on." The doctor says to me with a reassuring smile.

"You have been in a coma for almost three months. There doesn't seem to be a problem with your health, however, you must focus on recovering for the next few days."

Three months?

"I would like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind?"

I nodd, glancing at my 'guardian' whose eyes have returned to its blue color. He gives me an encouraging nod and begins to hold my hand again.

"What is your name?"

"Kim Sohyun."

"How old are you?"

"...Twenty one."

"When is your birthday?"

"July 9, 1997."

He asks me other several personal questions, "Okay Ms. Kim, one last question."

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"...I'm not sure..." I glance at the person beside me. "A trip to Japan?"

The doctor's eyebrows furrow as he jots something down on his clipboard. The person beside me inhales sharply at my answer. I purse my lips at their reaction. What happened to me?

"Ms. Kim, it appears you have amnesia." Dr. Kang clears his throat, "However, you don't have to worry. This is normal after being in a coma. Your memories will return...naturally, so don't overwork yourself."

"I believe Mr. Jung will take care of you during your recovery in place of Mr. Kim?" The doctor glances at the man beside me. Uncle must be very busy.

"Yes, Dr. Kang." I reply. The doctor takes his leave after conversing with my guardian for a while. The nurses check on a few things before leaving me alone with my guardian, 'Mr. Jung.'

"Your uncle will visit you tonight." Mr. Jung informs me, giving me a reassuring smile. Strangely, it calmed me down, but the thought of having an unidentified person with me still made me cautious.

"What's your name?" I ask him. He blinks at me several times.

"Jung Sungjae." He answers, "You might not remember me, but I met you in Japan."

I try to rack my brain for memories of him, but my head started to hurt, so I stopped. I will just have to rely on his answers.

"How long ago was that?" I search around for a calendar or a phone, but the former was nowhere to be found and the latter was too far for me to reach.

"Roughly... six to seven months ago."

I gawk at him, "So it's... May? June?"

"It's May 27 today." He tells me, checking his watch. "It's past lunchtime, but since you finally woke up, I guess you're excused."

I try not to laugh at his ridiculous words, he must be particular with schedules. The nurses check my reflexes and muscles before I am helped onto a wheelchair since my legs are a bit too weak to walk far. Mr. Jung and I make small talk as he brings me to the cafeteria (which was more like a moderately fancy food court).

"Mr. Jung, how did we get close to each other? You seem like a good person and all, but I don't usually talk to strangers."

Mr. Jung blushes, "You don't need to call me Mr. Jung, Sungjae is fine. Also, we were the only two Koreans on a trip with other foreigners, so it was natural for us to stick together."

I blush as well, "Okay... Sungjae." I'm glad he can't see my face.

Sungjae clears his throat, "W-well, actually... after the trip we kept in touch, we met a few times as well..."

There was a pause.

"So we started, seeing each other."

I suddenly remember him, we first talked in the train on the way to Kyoto. We met up again in Han River and biked around together with a few friends. But there were still some missing fragments. It was when we barely knew each other, but the attraction I felt towards him, I can surely feel it.

I gained back a few memories faster than expected. However, I still can't remember the reason why I fell into a coma and Sungjae as well as the doctor seem to think it's best to wait before revealing it to me.

The weird thing about Sungjae is his eyes. I've never seen a Korean with blue or gray eyes, so I was wondering whether he was wearing contacts or not. If that isn't the case, then he must have a secret, which is most likely to be supernatural.

This doesn't surprise me, since I have kept a secret that I have 'photographic memory'. Aside from my ability to memorize textbooks, scripts, stories, and all that, I have remembered everything since I was born, well even since before I was born, which includes my past lives (which was mostly being animals). Which is why not being able to remember the last six months makes me very frustrated.

I wonder, during those three months with Jung Sungjae, did I trust him enough to tell him my secret? I steal a glance at him from the reflection in front of us. He was actually very attractive. Nurses we pass by stare and giggle at him.

I look at myself as well. My dark hair has grown a few inches below my breasts and my bangs have grown a bit too long. My lips are chapped and I look like I haven't eaten for years. I laugh to myself.

I am helpless for now and I have no choice but to trust this man. Since uncle has left me to his care, then I should have nothing to worry about.

When we arrive at our destination, our food is immediately served to us. I guess these are the perks of having an uncle who owns a hospital. The food is still hot, but I am really hungry.

"Hot, hot!" I drop my chopsticks, and blow on my lips. Sungjae chuckles at me, offering a glass full of ice. He must know all my habits, this is embarrassing.

He cools down my food for me, then pushes over the bowl to me when he is done. I smile at him shyly, and start to eat.

"Chew properly." Sungjae says sternly when I eat too fast. He intimidates me a bit, and I naturally follow his order. Now that I think of it, he would have this change of personality from time to time. I tell myself to observe him carefully from now on.

The way he would sit, relaxed— as if he were in his own living room, to having him sit straight with legs crossed.

The way he would look at me, blue eyes twinkling mischievously with a friendly smile, to grayish eyes calm and seductive with a devilish smirk.

What the heck.

I melt under his gaze, and avoid his eyes. I finished my food too fast, I should have taken my time. He leans closer to me, tapping on the wooden table to catch my attention.

"Ms. Kim, you seem to have noticed something. Care to share?" He raises an eyebrow.

Ms. Kim? He was fine calling me by my name just a moment ago. This confirms my suspicions. I decide to follow his flow, since this person must be different from the one earlier.

I've heard about someone like him. They are called Bisouls. They aren't exactly two souls in one body, but they are a soul who take two different forms. It's like a person who takes on the role of being a mother to her children and a boss to her workers. I heard about it a long time ago, in a past life of a cat. It's a great surprise that I've met a Bisoul, but it must have something to do with me falling into a coma. Bisouls aren't dangerous, because they usually take the role of a guardian, teacher, lover, etc. than of a murderer, rapist, etc.

They are called one and two. One can be a normal person (so it's possible they can be a murderer or rapist depending on their environment) or have a role (guardian, teacher, lover, etc.). Two can only have a role (guardian, teacher, lover, etc.)

The form I must be talking with is a guardian, and seeing that he is always here with me, he must be my guardian. They can only perform a role to one person, the person they have attached to or chosen. Which must be me. To others, they can act however they want to act.

"Mr. Jung, there must be a reason why you are my guardian." I address him formally. He looks at me with satisfaction, which makes me blush for some reason.

"Yes, it's a very simple reason." He smiles at me. "Do you want to know the reason, Ms. Kim?"

I do not hesitate to answer, "Yes, I do Mr. Jung."

He stands up and comes closer to me. He studies my face, cupping my cheek with his hand.

"I've been waiting for this."

What is this? This feels like a father meeting his long lost child, yet it feels like a boss and his secretary having a love affair and he finally had a chance to get close to her. I shut my eyes and wait for what is to come.

Something warm and soft touched my lips and I unconsciously press my lips against it. They were undoubtedly his lips, they move slowly against mine. I grip onto his shirt sleeve and deepen the kiss. He lets out a soft sound similar to a groan, which makes my already fast beating heart beat faster. His heartbeat is similar to mine. I smile in the kiss and decided to pull away. My body started to burn as soon as the kiss started. Though no matter how much I like it, kissing in public is not my thing.

"Sohyun..." He murmurs my name. I look into his eyes, they were blue. It feels like I'm two timing. Who did I kiss?

"Yes, Sungjae?" I was still affected by the kiss. This one, I don't know what his role is. He must be a normal person, he's the first one I met. I decide to follow 'their' way of acknowledgement.

"Let's head back to the room." He smiles. I am confused but I nod. It is quiet as we go back and it is strange. Sungjae is easy to talk to, but now he seems restless, so I refrain from starting a conversation.

As soon as we enter the room, he helps me onto the bed, but since I was still full I decide to sit up for a bit.

Sungjae does not hesitate to take up the space next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"Sohyun... about the kiss." He starts. I look at him in surprise. It must have been Sungjae, but I was so sure that Mr. Jung was the one who initiated it. His actions were more like Mr. Jung as well.

"I want to kiss you too." He brushes his lips against my cheek. My heart skips a beat.

Wait, so I kissed Mr. Jung... so they must be fully aware of each other. Which means Mr. Jung can remember what happens when Sungjae is in control and vice versa?

Sungjae buries his face in my neck and starts peppering light kisses along my jawline. This guy... and I thought he was really innocent. He's like a Bisoul with another Bisoul in him. It's like he was intentionally pretending to be innocent to trap me!

It must have been my hormones, but I did not resist one bit. In fact, I decided to enjoy it. I must have gone crazy. Do Bisouls have powers? I do not recall hearing that.

A moan slips out of my mouth as he sucks on my sensitive skin. I purse my lips in embarrassment and bury my face in the nape of his neck, but it seemed to have encouraged him.

Finally, he plants his lips on mine and kisses me passionately. I was surprised at his energy. He doesn't seem like a normal person...

When he offered to go back to the room, I thought he was shy that other people saw us kiss. But now, I have a feeling that he wanted us to be alone so that we can... continue it.

Perhaps he is...

A LOVER?!

Oh no.