‘Where am I…? What is this place?’

That was the first thought that popped into my head the moment I opened my eyes.

Warm light touched my face, filtering down from the ceiling. The sheets under me were smooth—way too smooth. Like… five-star hotel smooth.

I blinked, confused.

Then I looked up.

Wait… is that a freakin' chandelier!?

I shot up like a spring-loaded zombie.

This ain’t my room. This ain’t even my apartment!

“Where the hell—”

“Ngghhh…”

I froze.

A sound. A groan. From beside me.

That sound—was that… someone else?

I turned my head slowly, praying I was wrong.

Nope. I wasn’t.

Lying next to me was a man. A very attractive man, with black, silky hair that looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. A few strands had fallen over his closed eyes, and though he was asleep, he looked… tense. Like he wasn’t sleeping peacefully.

OH. MY. GOD.

My brain short-circuited.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!

Did I…?

Did we…?

NO NO NO—

Did I get wasted and sleep with some random hot guy?!

My whole soul left my body for a second.

I was just supposed to have one drink! Just one! I knew I shouldn’t have opened that second bottle of soju. Or was it the wine? Or both?! I was probably blackout drunk!

Damn it, why didn’t I just go to bed like a normal person?!

I clutched my pounding head, panic rising—

But then… something felt off.

Wait. My body felt different.

My hands—smaller? Softer?... My hair— is long and .....silver!?

And this room… this wasn’t just fancy. It was straight-up medieval luxury palace.

And the guy next to me? He didn’t look like anyone from Korea. He looked like some brooding prince charming from a fantasy manhwa.

That’s when it hit me.

This wasn’t a one-night stand.

This was something worse.

I wasn’t in my world anymore.

I was in a different body.

A different life.

Freaking hell.

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disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, names, and events are purely fictional and a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.