Our Sticky Love (이런 엿 같은 사랑)

If a person's life had its own genre,

what genre would your life be?

A world bathed in darkness?

Noir?

A thriller set in the criminal underworld?

Or maybe a romantic comedy?

What should we do first, sir?

No matter the genre, I'm sure each life would be interesting.

But why did it have to be this genre for me?!

-You have amnesia. -

You're a textbook case of dissociative amnesia.

You aren't able to recall important personal details,

including your age, name, or occupation.

You may have seen this type of amnesia in dramas and movies before.

Yes, I have.

-What? -But in real life… Who would have thought?

I can't believe I really don't recall anything.

I wouldn't say it's as common as you see in dramas--

What do they normally do in dramas then?

Mm. Usually, as soon as they wake up, they ask the person next to them,

with an innocent and blank expression, "Who are you?"

Something like that.

So, where is this person to whom I'm supposed to ask, "Who are you?"

with an innocent expression?

Unfortunately for you, there's nobody.

There's nobody?

You were admitted two weeks ago after being found in an unconscious state.

You had collapsed on the street alone and your body had many injuries.

Also, we found it too difficult to identify you through your fingerprints.

Why are they like that?

Your fingerprints were already wounded when you were found.

Since we couldn't check your fingerprints, we couldn't identify you,

so we had no way to get in touch with a guardian.

Then why wasn't your investigation more thorough?

The police did look to determine the cause of the accident,

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

They also couldn't locate any prints

on the clothes or shoes that you were wearing when we found you.

-Sorry, let me just get all this straight. -Mm-hmm?

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

I couldn't be identified, and the accident is a mystery too.

And my memory's gone.

That was really good.

What do I do now?

It'd be great if your memory returns soon--

And what if it doesn't come back?

If it doesn't, you'll be marked an unidentified person,

and once you've completed your treatment, you'll be sent to a government facility.

Wow.

So, simply put,

it's a sticky situation, right?

You're good at organizing your thoughts.

That's a really good sign.

OUR STICKY LOVE

Who are you?

Who exactly are you to have been brought here after such a terrible accident?

How is it possible that I don't even remember my own name?

Huh?

Hold on.

I'm pretty.

- -Hm.

Oh. What is she doing?

What do we have here?

- -Abs? What's up this stunning shape?

It's the first time seeing myself, but I can get used to this figure.

Although, if I look like this, I should have become a celebrity.

Hey! Why didn't you become a celebrity?

If you had, even if I had amnesia, other people would all be able to recognize us.

Who are you?

Who the heck was I?!

ONE WEEK LATER

You know,

these days, the facilities that the government provides are quite nice.

That's what I'm saying.

They say they even educate North Korean defectors and help them find work.

You should take this as a chance to start a new life.

Go to this facility and try to find out what you're good at.

Oh my!

Okay. Let's try something.

Since I lost my memory due to a head injury,

if I stimulate it again, it might come back.

Yeah. That's right.

- I guess her energy's back. - Hey, kiddo. Want some peanuts?

Oh my! What is she doing?

Oh no! Hey, kiddo?

- Goodness! - Oh dear!

It looks like she'll be okay now.

Oh, geez. There's gotta be a limit to craziness.

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

Child.

It would have been better to smash your head an hour later.

So after you passed out, he came by a little later.

-Your honey. -

Finally, someone came here who knows you!

- Oh! -

Is that true?

Apparently, your boyfriend was going all over looking for you.

Are you serious? He says he's my boyfriend?

So, where is this man?

-Wait a little. He'll be here soon. -

Your boyfriend was really tall, and handsome too.

I thought he was an actor!

Oh, you're so lucky.

Ah, he's totally my type.

Thank goodness.

I knew it. There's no way that I don't have a boyfriend with this face.

I can finally learn about myself.

It's okay now.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Huh? I hear someone coming!

Oh my.

I hit the jackpot.

Hi, Grandma.

Sweetheart!

This is my grandson.

-He's a model. -Uh-huh.

-Say hello. -Hello.

-Huh? I hear someone else coming. -

You heard the news? About how your guardian is finally here?

- -Shall we invite him in?

She's ready for you.

HONG'S BOXING GYM

Huh?

Who is this scruffy, hungry-looking boxer?

- -

Why is hungry boy standing in front of me?

Go Eun-sae.

You really don't remember anything? You don't recognize me either?

Huh?

Yeah.

And I'd rather not know.

Hey, it's me.

No.

-Jang Tae-ha. - No way.

Come on…

It's me, your…

…boyfriend.

You're moved, aren't you?

He searched every hospital in Seoul, Gyeonggi, and the whole capital area

for three weeks, just to find you.

I…

I was told that he was tall and handsome, like an actor.

His frame looks as sturdy as a door.

-Like Baek Il-seob when he was younger. -He looks like Park Geun-hyung though.

That's exactly what he looked like when he was young.

So, why don't we get this straight?

I'm Go Eun-sae, and I'm… …33,

and I had a part-time job making taffy in a taffy store.

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

We even live together, and are supposedly engaged?

What should I do? I just can't believe any of that.

You're telling me I don't have a proper career and I work in a taffy store.

You were aspiring to write web novels. When it didn't work out,

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

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

Oh! Hang on.

How could this possibly prove that we're a couple?

This could be two tourists taking a picture together

after a serendipitous encounter.

-Got any other pictures? -That's all I have.

See? See? How does that work? We've been dating for two years!

I lost my phone while I was running around like crazy looking for you

for the past three weeks.

-All our pictures were on that phone. -And you expect me to believe you?

It would've been good if you had your phone,

but you already know they didn't find anything on you.

I don't know what kind of accident you got into

when you said you were going to meet a friend, but,

at least for now,

it's good to know that you're okay.

So, uh,

do you usually not take a shower?

Huh?

Huh?

Oh, uh…

Well, uh…

So there was a little car issue on my way here and I had to fix it in a hurry.