When I Opened My Eyes I Was A Superstar

Chapter 2

2: When I opened my eyes (1)

Translated by EatApplePies

Bo Myung used all his might to wake up from the pitch black consciousness. He didn't know why he was trying so hard to wake up, or if he even wanted to survive, but he didn't want to meet his untimely death in a car accident. The past he endured felt unfair.

Flinch.

He was able to move one finger after much effort. It was shaking, but Bo Myung could feel he was still alive.

Then it got a little easier. He opened and closed his sluggish fingers several times.

'Weird....! Something's wrong!'

A strange feeling, an ominous energy swept over Bo Myung. He wanted to open his eyes and check what was going on as soon as possible. It felt like the hand he was moving wasn't his own.

Flash! He opened his eyes with difficulty.

Bo Myung's eyes stung from the light suddenly hitting his eyes. Sunlight shone through the curtains. Bo Myung rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

He lifted the hands he was rubbing his eyes with and looked at them. There was no mistake. They were very white and beautiful hands unlike Bo Myung's original hands, which were rough and stubby. Furthermore, they were small.

'What...what is this?'

Bo Myung quickly searched his surroundings. Bo Myung thought that he would be in a hospital bed, but he was in a room at someone's house instead. It seemed most likely a student's room, as there was a desk across from him, and on the wall was a poster of a girl idol group.

'Milky Way? They're such an old group...'

Swing. The door opened as a woman in her early forties entered.

"Hey Do Wook! Why are you having such a hard time waking up? I told you to get up! You're going to be late!"

Bo Myung slowly turned his head toward the woman as stiff as if he was a newly made but old-fashioned robot.

"You were awake? If you're awake you should respond, geez. Wash up already and get ready for school!"

The woman thought Bo Myung's zoned out expression was because he was still half asleep and yelled at him. She then hit his back hard enough to make a sound. The pain shocked Bo Myung back to his senses.

"Ugh."

"Wake up already and come out!"

Bo Myung still couldn't understand what was going on even after the woman left.

'What....is this..?!'

The environment was too similar to the real world to have died and gone to the afterworld.

'Is this something like the Truman show?'

No, it was most convincing to say it was just a dream. Still, all of his senses felt so vivid.

Bo Myung headed towards the mirror hanging on the wall with trembling steps.

His height was similar to his real self at around 173 centimeters. But besides the height, everything else was different. The young face, handsome enough to turn heads, the broad shoulders, the firm physique, none of it was Bo Myung's.

'How...how could this happen? This is....'

Bo Myung stuck close to the mirror, almost to the point it looked as if he would fall in, and fumbled over his reflection with his finger. It was an unfamiliar face but sort of felt as if he had seen it somewhere.