Sat at the university train, staring out the window at the cityscape. Sa Rang had her earbuds in and zoned out to ' Not Too Late ' by the kpop Idols Ateez. She tapped her foot and nodded her head to the beat, choreographing mentally the song. She had lulled her mind into such a state of calm that she barely noticing her vibrating phone.

Her mouth slightly opened, just enough to see her teeth which gave her a dazed look. Her hair was tied into a similarly straggled bun. Sa Rang disconnected her gaze off the outside landscape and pulled her vibrating phone out of her blazer's pocket.

Her dark brown eyes were focused on her phone's screen, which only added to her dazeness since they would glaze over whenever she got lost in her thoughts.

Switching colleges in her freshman year had been extremely hard, not like she imagined at all. Her family decided to return back to Seoul after selling their house in the suburban Georgetown, one of the upscale neighborhoods of Washington DC.

According to her parents Seoul had better educational system and a nicer community so even though it was a bit late to transfer colleges and despite them got used to their life in the upscale Georgetown, the Lee family had packed up and moved to South Korea. Their excuse was there was no better place than home.

But the twin knew the truth already. It was due to financial crisis the family was going through. Sa Rang's journey to healing was not easy and it required sacrifices from the entire family. Her father worked at least three jobs, had put the house up for a mortgage, sinking the family into a mountain of debt, which in the end they opted to sell their house to repay the loan. The only good thing that Min Ho was very lucky getting an academic scholarship or he would not even be able to head to college.

Lee Min Ho; her fraternal twin brother, was born five minutes before her, hence making him the older of the two and that was something he never let her live down. He liked to be treated as 'oppa' by her instead of being her twin. He was the example of the protective, yet sometimes over-bearing brother. Even though Min Ho was only five minutes older than Sa Rang, he was already almost a foot taller than her.

While Sa Rang was growing into their mom's younger doppelgänger, Min Ho was quite attractive looking, taking after his father. He was tall, slim but fit physique. Dark haired with his mother's dark and stormy eyes he inherited. He had a beautiful speaking voice and great personal charm which because of his reserved and introvert nature was not apparent to many people.

Looking down at her phone where a particular notification drew her attention, it was about a new web series that its storyline– according to its description- was just another worn cliché, that no longer had much interesting content. Same situations and almost the usual characters. However, she pressed on the notification, opening the application that led her to the new show. She had found an outlet in watching Dramas to escape her circumstances, thus she memorized almost each scene and situation by heart which turned her later into a cliché Anti-fan.

As soon as she pressed the play button, a bright pink screen appeared, rotating her screen automatically, with some random flashes of color popping up all over the place. Ten minutes into the show and she stopped it, already knowing how it would go.

The melodrama male lead appeared with his usual cold attitude and handsome visuals and of course the female counterpart was one of those girls who were often portrayed as the boring cliche type. Shy, quite pretty who had low self-esteem but by some miracle wanted to try something different as she's grown tired of being the same since forever. Sa Rang assumed that female lead's klutz nature would cause disastrous situations whenever crossing paths with the male lead, yet with her 'power', she would managed to awake some feelings in the tsundere male lead.

She pressed on the power-off button locking her phone and placed it back inside her pocket.

' Surrounded by clichés in our favorite stories, is there really anything that can't be expected anymore? '

As this particular thought crossed her mind, she bit on the inside of her cheeks then looked again at the scenery outside the window.

Back in Georgetown, Sa Rang had world at her feet. She was a cheerleader and the main dancer in the school band, and a member of the chapel choir alongside her brother who sang countertenor. She was soprano. Their father had encouraged them to join the choir, that it would be a valuable musical exercise so that they would meet interesting people and of course at the same time, they were serving God.

That was way before her world flipping upside down.

Sa Rang inhaled deeply, montage of those days played in the back of her head. It made her stomach hurt and her heart ached.

She was a senior high schooler on the cusp of graduation with a big dream to pursue. Majoring in contemporary dance and become a choreographer was her ultimate goal, fancied herself of a lustrous career ahead of her but all of that changed drastically when her entire world was flipped upside down the moment she was diagnosed with a cancer. She was terminal and she likely would not make it to graduation which sent her into a deep state of sadness.

The doctors explained clearly that there was no hope, told her to just live her remaining time on earth by doing what she liked, but her parents were not going to just let her die without fighting. They insisted on signing her up for treatments and experiments.

The journey into the unknown began and things started getting worse and worse when Sa Rang was not able to go to school and even had troubles just getting out her bed.

Later, when all those treatments accomplished nothing but to prolong the inevitable, she gave up and stopped cooperating. She didn't see the point of dragging it out. She was going to die anyway so why couldn't everyone just leave her dying in peace.

In fact, Sa Rang was tired of being a heavy burden to her family, tired of watching her mom cry everyday and her family sacrificing everything. She was just too tired of living.

It was then when prayers were answered. With a twist of fate, on one warm afternoon, her doctors delivered the long awaiting news of finding new cure. To say she was not excited was an understatement. She was still dejected and depressed thus she wouldn't want to hang on the rope of false hope. She shrugged it off, in her point of view, her family should not have to suffer more.

Sa Rang didn't remember signing the consent for the new experiment. She just remembered going back to sleep and waking up in the hospital. The doctors had figured out how to trick her own immune system to attack the cancer. She wasn't completely out of the woods but the initial tests were very encouraging.

Her vision began getting better. She was eating more, thinking more and talking more. Her arms started to feel like they actually had something to them. Her legs were getting stronger day by day. Her lungs were no longer shallow and she could take a deep breath.

The damage the cancer had done to her wasn't all fixed in a day. She spent a long time in physical rehabilitation and healing up.

Finally she back to school where she had graduated and got a scholarship. She had applied to Archeology department in Georgetown university, one of the finest universities in the country, and soon giving up on her dream to be a choreographer.

However, when her parents decided to move back to South Korea, even by knowing the truth behind such decision, Sa Rang was depressed. To her, it was the worst possible time to make such a drastic change. Not that she was the most popular girl, but at least she had few acquaintances. At variance in Korea, she was like a fish out of water. New country, new people add to that her spoken Korean was limited despite she didn't have much trouble in reading the language. She doubted she could made it.

As soon as the voice over the intercom announced the university's stop, Sa Rang jumped to her feet and fairly sprinted to the exit, she switched off and pocketing her iPod while waiting for the doors to open.