For about a year, you've been thinking that your male clone would be the perfect partner for you. You were even attracted to the idea that in the distant future you would create a robot that would be you, but a man. Surprisingly, your thoughts were not that far from reality.

His name is Minho. You met just two hours ago at the airport - you were bored and decided to talk to a handsome guy. Immediately telling him that if he has a girlfriend, it's better to ignore this offer, you just got a smug grin and a denial of having a girlfriend.

In those two hours, you both realized that you were copies of each other. Your interests were identical, your views on the world were similar word for word, and you could even finish sentences after each other, as if you were reading the thoughts of both. Even your messy handwriting was a complete copy of his bad handwriting, like a mad doctor's one. It was the first time you had such an easy time with a man.

It seemed that Minho was not serious about this whole situation, but in fact, his heart was skipping a beat every time your gazes met. He didn't believe in love at first sight. Minho could admit anything - that it was a nightmare, some kind of joke, or a curse. But the feeling that he didn't want to let go of the woman who understood him more than his best childhood friends didn't leave his chest.

"Forget about Italy. I'll give you the best vacation in my country."

His tone was so smug and purring that, at first, you didn't even understand if it was a joke or a real promise. You wanted to continue your journey through europe, but an unexpected invitation to asia... It sounded tempting.