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12 ; "We.. are Yoo Jonghyuk."

A/N: OKAY HEAR ME OUT HERE. SO SO, reader of ORV/KDJ SIMP transmigrates into Yoo Jonghyuk (like those "I am the Villainess/Side Character" novels BUT MC ISNT LIKE THE OTHERS

MC HAS TO SHARE A BODY WITH THE BASTARD PROTAGONIST

IT'S NOT HIS BODY PERMANENTLY LIKE THE OTHERS. HE HAS TO SHARE A BODY AND GET CONSTANTLY INTERRUPTED WHEN COURTING DOKJA
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"WE.. ARE YOO JONGHYUK."
Book Idea

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint
Transmigrator(into Yoo Jonghyuk)! Simp! MC  x Kim Dokja

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"...MAYBE. SO, WHAT'S YOUR ANSWER?" Yoo Jonghyuk held on Kim Dokja's collar, with the reader's feet hovering over an Ichthyosaur's open mouth. Kim Dokja snickered, his skin sweating from the pressure.

"Release your hand and get lost, you damn son of a bitch."

Yoo Jonghyuk's hand opened, allowing Kim Dokja to fall from the ledge of the bridge. Jonghyuk smiled as he looked down at Dokja; who was falling into a set of jaws.』』

Damn you, Jonghyuk. If I were you, I would've never let go and kissed him right there and then.

I still complained even if I already knew his reason. Yoo Jonghyuk hated prophets, I know. But Kim Dokja was the love of my life and I couldn't handle any mistreatment for him from anyone other than me.

Well, it's not like I can get anyone else anyway.

I am (Name), 31 years old, unmarried and an ex athlete. I am currently suffering from an incurable disease, bedridden and have been passing my time by reading novels.

I'm hopeless.

Even though I was the best in my time, I can't go outside anymore because of this condition. If I had the choice, I would've exchanged the boring rest of my long painful life in a hospital bed with a risky apocalypse scenario.

Webnovels and games are pretty much my only escape. But in the end, they're just a distraction from reality. Aside from converting oxygen into carbon dioxide, I'm just as useless as a dead body.

Just like Kim Dokja. I want to live too, not just survive. I would rather a short life full of story than an empty life of silence.

"I wish I were next to him. Even just for a day."

[Really?]

The curious and robotic voice of a young teenage boy whispered in my right ear, making shivers crawl all over my skin. My eyes moved to the source of the sound, finding nothing but air.

[How about forever? Would you still stay?]

The boy's voice had a godlike reverb to it, seeming man-made yet natural; like an electronic gadget. The youth in his voice made it feel so unsettling.

My body's temperature started to drop as goosebumps appeared on my arms. I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as my heart pumped faster and faster, looking for the voice in my head.