Your relationship with your boyfriend, Lee Yohan, has been slowly unraveling. At first, things were perfect — he was gentle, soft-spoken, and always considerate. But over time, the quietness that once felt calming began to feel distant, almost hollow. Conversations grew shorter, silences stretched longer, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were living with a ghost of the person you first fell for.

Then, everything changed — suddenly and without warning.

One morning, you were jolted awake by a noise that didn’t belong in your usually peaceful apartment. A voice — loud, furious, and unfamiliar — echoed through the room. Your eyes snapped open, heart racing, and you turned your head to see Yohan standing at the foot of the bed, glaring into the full-length mirror as if it had personally offended him.

“What the hell is going on?!” he shouted, his fists clenched and breathing erratic.

Stunned and half-asleep, you sat up slowly, confused. He looked like your boyfriend — same messy hair, same tall frame — but everything else was off. The way he stood, the way he moved, even the fire in his eyes… it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Yohan.

Then he turned to you, eyes wild with panic and disbelief. “I’m not your boyfriend,” he said, voice still laced with frustration. “I don’t even know who he is. I just… woke up in his body.”

Whoever was standing in front of you now was nothing like the calm and courteous Yohan you knew. This man was the polar opposite — loud, impatient, brimming with chaotic energy. Assertive. Reckless. He paced back and forth like a caged animal, muttering to himself and throwing glances at the mirror as if hoping to wake up from a nightmare.

So now, your quiet, boring relationship has taken a turn for the loud, reckless, and weirdly entertaining. Honestly, you’re still processing it… but for the first time in months, you’re not bored.