Searching for Eunri was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Alex had no idea where to begin, so he spent his hours running around the streets of Shanghai like a headless chicken. For all he knew, she might already have left Shanghai. By the day of Daehyun's meeting, he was nearing despair.

That morning, Daehyun woke up first. Actually he always woke up first. Daehyun had an innate body clock that would wake him up punctually at half seven every morning.

"Wake up. It's half seven."

Alex swatted at his ear and continued snoring.

"Wake up! You need to get ready for the meeting. It's at nine!" Daehyun screamed.

The loudness of his voice booming in Alex's head made the latter jump out of bed in alarm. He tumbled onto the carpeted floor, bringing his duvet along with him.

"Shit, what's going on? Is the hotel on fire?" Alex yelped.

"It's seven-freaking-thirty you need to wash up and get ready for the meeting," Daehyun replied tersely.

"It's only seven-thirty... There's still plenty of time," Alex mumbled as he glanced up at the clock on the bedside table. Then he picked himself up and fell right back into bed.

"Get your lazy ass out of bed right now! You need to prep yourself for the meeting!" Daehyun screeched, this time at twice the volume. Alex jumped out of bed again. Now he was fully awake.

"Take it easy! Do you know what it's like to have someone shouting from inside your head? I swear you're going to give me a stroke," Alex muttered in annoyance. It had been three days of sharing a body with Daehyun and it was already starting to wear him thin. Daehyun was the most naggy person he had ever encountered, always yabbering incessantly about what he should be doing and shouldn't be doing, how he should be arranging his shoes, how he should be folding his clothes, how he should always brush his teeth first before he washed his face. The guy had issues.

Alex dragged his feet to the bathroom and did as he was told. He put on the navy blue shirt and white tie with white trousers as Daehyun instructed and looked himself once over in the mirror. It really wasn't his style, but he had to admit that Lee Daehyun looked good in formal wear.

The meeting was at the Bank of China's headquarters in Shanghai, and everyone in the meeting room looked too solemn and serious for their own good. Alex had no idea what this meeting was about, but since Daehyun was around to tell him what to say and do, he just followed orders like a puppet on strings. When Daehyun said click the next slide he clicked the next slide, and then he basically repeated everything that Daehyun said to him to the robots in suits that he was presenting to. They seemed suitably impressed by Daehyun's presentation—not that Alex really cared.

After the presentation, he loosened his tie and walked back down to the lobby.

"That wasn't all that bad," Daehyun said.

"Of course. I'm Alex Yang! Were you expecting me to screw it up?" Alex scoffed, puffing up his chest with pride. Daehyun had this high-and-mighty attitude that needed some changing. He had clearly done extremely well in the meeting—all the investors said so themselves—yet Daehyun was trying to make it sound like it was barely passable.

"Perhaps," was Daehyun's one-word reply.

Alex was so engrossed in trying to think of a way to sock it back to Daehyun for being an annoying prick that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He crashed headfirst into someone who was entering the building and knocked the poor soul's documents and bank book onto the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" he immediately apologised, squatting down to pick everything up. The girl he banged into also bent over to gather her belongings.

"It's fine," she said.

Alex picked up the first sheet, and the name printed at the top caught his eye.

Park Eunri.

"Eunri!"

He jerked his head upwards in shock.

There right in front of him, busy picking up her stuff, was a familiar face framed by loose brown curls, ears covered with snug white earmuffs. It was his Eunri.

Eunri looked up in surprise. "Did you just call my name?" she asked, puzzled by his sudden outburst. Then she noticed the sheet of paper he was holding. "Oh. Thank you. That's mine." She reached over and took it out of his hand.

Alex instinctively grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him. "Eunri!" he repeated, voice trembling with excitement.

Eunri quickly withdrew her hand in alarm and stood up, looking at him strangely.

"You're freaking her out. You're me, remember?" Daehyun reminded. "And please stop acting like a pervert while we're still in this building!"

The person that Eunri was looking at now wasn't Alex Yang but Lee Daehyun—a complete stranger.

Alex straightened himself up, his eyes still trained on Eunri. She looked as beautiful as he remembered. Today she was wearing her favourite white coat with a sky blue woollen scarf wrapped around her neck—and she was still looking at him as though he was crazy.

"I'm sorry. I thought you looked like someone I knew," Alex fibbed.

Daehyun was right. He was Lee Daehyun now, and Eunri didn't recognise him. If he continued badgering her, she would think he was insane and run away, then he might never be able to find her again.

She smiled at him. "That's okay. Thank you for helping me pick up my things," she said. With that, she gave a quick bob of her head and hurried on past him towards the elevators, leaving a stunned Alex behind.

"Is that her? Your Eunri?"

Alex nodded.

"Oh. That's some coincidence, bumping into her at a place like this."

The Bank of China headquarters wasn't exactly top of the list of places they would have expected to find Eunri. They'd spent the last two days trawling through all the famous tourist spots in Shanghai to no avail. It was though fate had specially arranged for them to bump into each other right here instead.

"What am I going to do? She doesn't recognise me..." Alex stood frozen to the spot. When he had left Seoul, his only thought was that he had to find Eunri again. Now that he had found her, he had no idea what to do. He was stuck in someone else's body and he couldn't tell Eunri that outright because it was too incredulous to be true. Everyone would think he had escaped from the asylum.

For once, Daehyun remained silent.

"I know!" Alex suddenly burst out.

"Lower your volume! You look like you're talking to yourself," Daehyun hissed. "Can we please leave this place first? You're going to run my reputation into the ground!"

"I know what to do," Alex said, pushing open the glass doors and stepping out into the frigid cold. "I'll just have to befriend Eunri as you, then convince her that she still loves me! That she still loves Alex Yang, so she'll go back to Seoul to look for me again. It's pure genius." Alex grinned. It was a perfect plan. He didn't have to come out and tell Eunri who he really was, but he could try to plant ideas in her head and remind her of him. That way, perhaps she would remember that she did love him after all and be willing to go back home.

"It's never going to work. She doesn't know me! How do you expect to use me to convince her of all that? Why would she listen to a stranger she's never met in her life! Look, now that you've seen her and she's alive and kicking, we're going to go back to Seoul and end this, okay? I have a ton of work waiting for me back home."

"No, no, I can't go back. I can't go back without Eunri. I won't go back unless she forgives me."

There was a sudden flash of anger shooting through his entire body, as if a volcano had erupted within. Someone was not pleased with that answer.

"Look, Daehyun, I need to get Eunri back. Sorry. If you're willing to help me and cooperate, the sooner I'll succeed and the sooner we can go back to Seoul and try to fix this little problem of ours. Who knows, maybe we'll meet some travelling priest or shaman along the way who has an answer for how to get me out of your body and back into my own."

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

Ignoring the grumbling voice in his head, Alex parked himself down on a bus stop bench across the street from the Bank of China headquarters and sat there waiting. He would wait until Eunri came out again and then find an opportunity to put his clever plan into action. It was going to work. It had to.

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