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If everyone's life had a genre,

what would yours be?

Film noir, with its murky underworld?

A thriller driven by hidden crimes?

Or a romantic comedy?

What's the order, sir?

I'm sure everyone's lives are interesting.

But why did mine have to be this one?

You have amnesia.

You have a textbook case of dissociative amnesia,

meaning you've forgotten key autobiographical details

such as your name, age, or occupation.

It's the same amnesia you often see in dramas and movies.

Exactly.

- Sorry? - This…

It's actually possible?

How can I not remember a single thing?

It's not as common as you see in dramas, but--

And what normally happens in dramas?

Well, they usually wake up, turn to the person beside them,

and ask with a vacant, innocent look,

"Who are you?"

Something like that.

And where are they?

The person I'm supposed to ask "Who are you?" with an innocent look?

Unfortunately, there is no one.

No one?

You were unconscious when you were brought in two weeks ago.

You were found alone, collapsed on the ground,

and your body displayed multiple signs of injury.

And we couldn't use your fingerprints to identify you, so…

What the heck?

When you were found, your fingerprints were damaged.

Without fingerprints, we were unable to identify you,

so we had no way of contacting your family.

Then shouldn't there have been an investigation?

The police tried to investigate what happened,

but you were found on a remote road with no CCTV cameras.

And they didn't find any viable fingerprints

on the clothes and shoes you were wearing when you were found.

Okay, hold up.

So, in a nutshell,

I was found on the road and brought here two weeks ago.

You couldn't identify me. The accident investigation was a bust.

And I lost my memory?

That's a perfect summary.

Then what should I do now?

It would be great if your memory returned--

What if it doesn't?

If it doesn't?

You'll be classified as an unidentified person,

and once you've been treated,

you'll be sent to a government facility.

So, put simply,

I'm in a damn sticky mess.

You really are excellent at summarizing.

That's a good sign.

OUR STICKY LOVE

Who are you?

How did you end up here after such a terrible accident?

How is it possible that you don't even remember your own name?

But…

you're pretty.

Check out this body.

Abs? Why do you have abs?

I must say, at first glance, I really like what I see.

With these looks, you should have become a celebrity.

Why didn't you?

If you had, even if you had amnesia, other people would have recognized you.

Who the heck were you?

Damn it, who the heck was I?

Oh, come on!

SANDEUL HOSPITAL

ONE WEEK LATER

Nowadays,

government-run facilities aren't half bad.

That's right.

I hear they even educate North Korean refugees

and help them find jobs.

Think of it as an opportunity to start life anew.

Go there and try to find what you're good at.

You scared me.

Okay, let's try whatever.

I lost my memory due to a head injury, so if I stimulate it again,

maybe it will come back.

That's it. Attagirl.

She's got her pep back.

Fancy some peanuts?

Good heavens!

- Oh no! - Goodness, dear.

Oh my.

Looks like she's coming to.

You should dial down the crazy.

Why would you smash your noggin into the wall like that?

Or you should've waited an hour to do it.

Sorry?

Shortly after you passed out,

someone came by.

Your boyfriend.

Someone who actually knows you

finally came for you!

Really?

Apparently, your boyfriend's been looking for you like crazy.

He has?

And where is he?

- My so-called boyfriend? - Hold your horses. He'll be here soon.

Your boyfriend's a strapping young man. A total looker.

I thought he was an actor.

Aren't you lucky?

He was totally my type.

Thank God.

Of course.

Looking this good, there's no way I'm single.

I can finally find out who I am.

You've been through so much, dear.

I hear someone coming.

Oh my…

I hit the jackpot.

Grandma.

There you are.

This is my grandson.

He's a model.

- Say hello. - Nice to meet you.

I hear someone else coming.

You heard, didn't you? That someone came for you.

Shall we call him in?

Come on in.

HONG'S BOXING GYM

Who the heck

is this scruffy, scrappy boxer?

Why is Scrappy standing in front of me?

Go Eun-sae.

You really don't remember anything? You don't know who I am?

Yes, I'd like to keep it that way.

It's me.

No.

Jang Tae-ha.

No.

Please.

Your boyfriend.

Moving, isn't it?

For three whole weeks, he says he searched every hospital

in Seoul, Gyeonggi, and the entire capital area to find you.

I heard he was a looker…

That he looked like an actor…

His shoulders are as broad as a barn door.

- Like a young Baek Il-seob. - Looks like Park Geun-hyeong to me.

That's exactly how Park looked when he was young.

So, in a nutshell,

my name is Go Eun-sae.

As for age,

I'm 33 years old.

I work part-time at a taffy shop, making taffy,

and I've been dating you, a boxing coach, for two years,

and we live together, even looking to get married soon?

Well, what to do? I don't believe any of that.

For starters, how could I not have a proper job at 33?

You were an aspiring web novel writer who never made it.

So you started working at my grandmother's taffy shop a month ago.

Then do you have any proof that we're dating?

Hey, come on.

This couldn't possibly be proof that we're dating.

This could be two tourists passing by who happened to be snapped together.

Any other photos?

- This is the only one. - See?

How is that possible when we dated for two years?

I lost my phone while running around looking for you these past three weeks.

- It had all our photos. - You expect me to believe that?

It would've helped if we had your phone,

but, as you know, they found you with nothing.

I have no clue what happened to you after you went out to meet a friend,

but for now,

I'm just glad you're alive.

Do you

usually not wash up?

Oh, I…

Well, my car broke down on the way here, so I had to fix it in a hurry.

And you don't shave?

Shave?

It's been a bit hectic recently.

Fine, I get it.

Can you just reach out to my family for me?

You don't have any.

I don't have any?

You grew up in an orphanage.

Hold on.

So I don't have any family,

I lost my phone, so I don't have any friends' numbers,

and I'm an aspiring web novel writer, so I don't have any colleagues.

So, in other words,

you're the only one I have in the whole world?

Is that right?

As I said, you're excellent at summarizing.

If you're done talking, you can go home.

You can get the rest of your treatment as an outpatient.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Sure, yes.

You should go wash your face or something.

How can you just believe he's my boyfriend and let him take me home?

We checked with the police,

and the person he's been looking for matched your description perfectly.

He even knew about the triangle of moles on your butt.

He got it exactly right.

Moles on my butt?

Yes, we all saw them when we were treating you.

Just here on your right butt cheek, you have a triangle of moles.

And the mole at the very top is a little different in color.

Greenish, if you will.

He even got that right.

Quite frankly, those sorts of details are things

only a boyfriend would know.

Even so, how could you let me go

with a complete stranger--

If you don't believe him, you can refuse to go with him.

You can wait here for the police

to escort you to a government facility.

It's true. They're in a triangle, and one's a different color.

So,

everything that guy said is true?

Okay, I'll go with him for now.

Who knows? Maybe going back to where I lived will jog my memory.

I used to wear this?

I really wore something so tacky?

You have to take these three times a week…

I mean, three times a day.

So what now?

Do we go home?

Yeah.

Wait.

Why are we going there, not Seoul?

We don't live in Seoul.

Don't be ridiculous.

I may not remember who I am,

but I remember the Seoul subway map up to Line 9.

We used to live in Seoul, but we moved to Gujin two months ago.

We… What?

Where the heck is Gujin?

My hometown.

HONG'S BOXING GYM

GUJIN TAFFY VILLAGE

GUJIN TAFFY VILLAGE

The rice came out perfect!

Come on, you can do better.

- Isn't the rice good? - Tae-ha, you're back?

Yes, ma'am.

Careful, now.

GUJIN-GUN TRADITIONAL RICE TAFFY

Hello.

- Hey. - Hi!

- Must be her. - That her?

What the…

Who are those rough-looking women?

If I knew I'd be lucky enough to see your face today,

I would've worn my glasses.

This is her, isn't it?

Your future missus who came from Seoul with you?

Yes.

Say hello. They're from this village.

Do you know me?

Why, are you famous or something?

- How would we know you? - You don't?

Never seen me around? Apparently I live here.

Well, that's the thing, isn't it?

You came here almost two months ago, but it's the first time you've graced us.

So how could we have seen you?

I apologize. We've had a lot going on.

I'll tell you the details later.

- Sure. - You do that.

You can get going now.

You're in my way.

I'll get going…

so move out of my way.

Tae-ha,

what's with her?

Tae-ha.

She's…

Oh boy, Tae-ha.

Wow, what a character.

That one's no ordinary girl, is she?

Definitely not.

She's clearly one of those rude Gen Z kids who left their manners behind.

She and I will never get along, not in a million years.

- Hello, I'm-- - Song-wol.

I told you, right? She doesn't remember anything.

Do you know me? Did I really work here?

And what about him? Is he really my boyfriend?

Please tell me everything you know about me.

Come on, just tell me. You don't have to worry about him.

She can't speak. She has aphasia.

Her name is Kim Song-wol, and she's from North Korea.

She can't speak, but she can hear and read just fine,

so communication isn't a problem.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Ma'am, did I really--

Keep it down, old lady! Go outside and choke on some taffy.

What did you just say?

My grandma has dementia.

She didn't mean to be rude--

No, not that.

"Old lady"?

Why would you call me an old lady?

Why would you call me old?

If you're going to be that darn loud, you should've become a singer.

Goodness, you're hurting my ears.

Honey, take this old lady outside.

What a crazy bitch.

One has dementia, and the other has aphasia.

There's really no one I can ask?

Let's go home now. You should get some rest.

By "home," you mean the house we used to live in, right?

This is our home.

Well…

Hold up.

Wait a minute.

Why's it barking at me?

If I used to live here, it should run over, wagging its tail.

Why is it barking at me like I'm a complete stranger?

It's not our dog.

It was in there.

That's village dogs for you.

They wander around

and eat and sleep if they find a doghouse they fancy.

It's been staying here the past few days.

Are you serious?

Thankfully, it doesn't bark for long. It stops after a few barks.

This is killing me.

That makes no sense.

Flowers, flowers, flowers, and flowers. Flowers everywhere.

Has this blanket been in the family for three generations or something?

- It was bought recently-- - No way someone paid money for this.

What's with this bed?

How very old-school soap opera.

Is this chicken soup?

Why is there reishi

This was really expensive…

I'm sure of it.

I didn't live here.

Why do you think that?

Because I don't like a single thing in this house.

You hated superficial things,

so we didn't renovate when we moved in--

I'm the girl who cropped my hospital gown.

You're saying I hated superficial things when I loved to get dolled up?

And how come there's none of your stuff in the bedroom?

If we were due to get married, we must have shared a room.

When I found out the state you were in,

I moved all of my stuff there.

For you, it'd be like sleeping with a man you just met.

It would be strange.

- So you were being considerate? - Yes.

Your name's Jang Tae-ha, right?

Mr. Jang Tae-ha.

Tell me about how we met.

I'm finding it hard to believe any of this, so start from the beginning.

A blind date? Or did you make the first move?

I need to know how and why I ended up living with you.

We met in the mountains.

What are you looking at?

You can continue on your way. I've got it.

Are you freaking kidding me?

I fell for you just because you caught a toad?

You just wouldn't stop chasing me.

Whoa, wait. What did you say?

I pursued you

You said you'd kill yourself if I didn't go out with you, so I did.

One day, you showed up with your stuff, so we started living together.

You insisted you couldn't live without me, so we decided to get married.

Wait. Hold it right there.

Look, Mr. Jang Tae-ha.

Just because I don't remember anything doesn't mean you can just make things up.

I haven't believed anything you've said so far,

and this is by far the most unbelievable.

Should I go on?

No, thank you. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Then get some rest. I'll be right back after returning the car to the gym.

HONG'S BOXING GYM

All right, good!

One more time.

One-two! Again.

Again, one-two!

Good!

What's wrong?

Your shirt's still half dry.

Get up.

On your feet!

Enough for today.

Thank you, sir.

The more you sweat during training,

the less you bleed during a match.

I'll sweat buckets tomorrow.

If you say so.

There you are.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Coach.

Good work, Pil-seung.

- Sir, I'll be going now. - Okay.

- Go on. - Okay. Goodbye.

- Hey, run all the way home. - Yes, sir!

Hey, how did it go?

Did you bring her back okay?

She doesn't seem to believe me.

Figures.

She must be used to living in luxury in Seoul.

Something inside her must be resisting the countryside.

Do you think

it'll be okay?

We can't get caught, no matter what.

3 WEEKS AGO

This is a reserved space, so you can't park here. Please move.

- You must be new here. - Sorry?

Yes. You must frequent the Prosecutors' Office

to notice a change in security detail.

I have, for about three years now.

I changed my car over the weekend, so it's not registered yet.

- But this is my parking space. - Sorry?

And I'll continue to frequent this place, so please remember my face.

I'm Prosecutor Go Ji-won from the Anti-Corruption Department.

And this here is our top gun, Prosecutor Go Ji-won.

You saw her at the inauguration, right?

Yes. How could I forget someone with such a unique presence?

I have many other exceptional qualities, Chief.

You'll see them soon in my work.

If you'll excuse me…

Mr. Mayor, this is my girlfriend.

Hello, I'm Go Ji-won from the Prosecutors' Office.

Yes, I've heard a lot about you. An anti-corruption prosecutor, correct?

Anti-corruption? You must be one of the elite.

This is Chairman Baek Sang-gil of Mirae Eden Company.

I'm well aware.

I found your guest introduction rather memorable.

It's nice to meet you.

I'll leave you to it, then.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

the venue between 10:00 and 10:10.

I'm only escorting the mayor to the venue.

the mayor's driver will take him home.

he'll be making contact?

Don't worry.

This is valuable intel my aide boyfriend managed to get me.

I have to make this work.

You'll have to wait a bit longer for the final decision on the contractor

for the Irang-dong project.

There are a lot of eyes on this, so it's hard to speed things up.

Before we bring the thunder,

it'd be best for you to take care of it swiftly.

We wouldn't want the thunder to be followed by a downpour,

leaving our dear mayor's

royal robes be drenched, would we now?

for the final decision on the contractor

for the Irang-dong project.

We meet again, Prosecutor.

Looks like it.

Though not in the most dignified place.

We only got word of your visit at the last second,

so we ended up showing you an unseemly side.

Given the chance to make it up to you, we'd treat you handsomely.

As for your watch…

we'd replace it quite generously.

I guess you think prosecutors in Korea are a joke.

I'm loaded.

I don't need your dirty money to get by.

If you're waiting for your investigators,

my men have gone to greet them, so no need to worry too much.

So, Prosecutor,

what will you do now?

Crazy bastard.

Seriously?

You bastards want to…

Hey!

What the…

You know, I don't really watch movies anymore.

The ending's already decided,

and wasting all that time just to watch it unfold…

seems fucking stupid.

I'm saying, don't even bother.

Hey! Get over here, damn it!

Fuck!

for the final decision on the contractor

for the Irang-dong project.

There are a lot of eyes on this,

so it's hard to speed things up.

What should we do now?

NARITA, TOKYO LANDED

I got the sales report.

Thanks to you, Director Jang,

the Tokyo pachinko business is faring well.

Not at all.

Tae-ha.

Yes, sir?

You told me recently

that you wanted to leave this world behind.

You may leave.

Sir?

You're the one who turned Geukrakpa, some back-alley gang, into Mirae Eden.

You deserve that much.

Sir.

Just do one last job for me before you leave.

We need to take care of a prosecutor.

It is a prosecutor we're talking about, so things could get messy.

I need someone I can trust.

Think of it as giving me a parting gift.

Tae-ha.

Can you do it for me?

Current condition?

Almost out.

What's the order, sir?

- Forget it. - Sorry?

Chairman Baek asked me to take care of this myself.

Don't get your hands dirty.

I'll do it myself.

HONG DO-YEOP

I need your help.

I have to save someone.

every step of the process,

if necessary.

on the way to the final destination

that's a CCTV blind spot.

Okay.

I assume you didn't leave any crumbs.

Yes, sir.

Good work.

SANDEUL HOSPITAL

How could this happen?

She finally woke up after two weeks…

UNKNOWN, F, 20S

…but she has amnesia.

Since she has no fingerprints,

she'll be listed as unidentified and placed in a government facility.

Wouldn't that be too risky?

She must be kept from the outside world.

In this situation, it'd be safest to keep her by your side.

But to do that, you would need to have a valid reason to take her home.

If you were family, for example.

Or someone who is to become family,

like a fiancé.

The doctor said it's probably a temporary aftereffect of the accident.

Surely her memory will come back once she recovers.

By the way,

have you found a stowaway boat for Japan?

Kaito is looking for local brokers.

Okay, good.

Once her memory comes back and the boat's ready, we'll send her off.

Then it'll all be over.

Until then, we have to keep her here.

So just bite the bullet. Pretend to be her boyfriend for a while.

Okay.

Hey, don't worry too much.

We're in the middle of nowhere,

the kind of backwater where nothing's changed in years.

There's no place safer than this.

No matter how I look at it,

it's too unfamiliar.

Just because I lost my memory, it doesn't mean I lost my intuition.

How can every corner of the house, every last spoon, feel so unfamiliar?

Come on.

If only these were fine.

I wouldn't be this frustrated. Seriously.

Just what kind of accident did I get into?

What's that? Is that…

What are you doing?

Did you get

your memory back?

Why?

Are you scared I might

get it back?

Unfortunately, my memory hasn't come back,

but I did see something.

I found this in the yard.

You said I fell for you because you caught one for me,

but I'm not scared of it at all.

I could even keep it as a pet.

Hey, can you…

What's going on?

I guess you lost your fear with your memory.

Don't be ridiculous.

The doctor said head injuries can cause all sorts of aftereffects.

You're not my boyfriend, are you?

I am.

Still going with that story?

I am

Is that right?

Did you say we dated for two years?

Yeah.

And we've been living together since we were in Seoul?

- Yeah. - Let's say I did

You must have liked me back if you agreed to live with me.

Yeah.

Then you won't mind this.

OUR STICKY LOVE

translated and adapted by - AnnaV