"..-octor"
Why is it so noisy?
"...but are there any injuries?!"
Shut up...
"Are you sure he's okay, doctor?!"
Why the heck is it so noisy?
"It looks like the young master needs some rest, so it's better for everyone to leave him be," said that voice again. After that, it got quiet.
Ahh... Finally, peace and quiet... Hold up-I don't have any family members. And I sure heck don't have any roommates. So why is it noisy?!
As Seungmin opened his eyes, he found himself in a luxurious bedroom, feeling disoriented and weak. The bed beneath him was extravagantly soft, with silk sheets and plush pillows. Intricate chandeliers, and expensive-looking furniture. Sunlight filtered through heavy velvet curtains, casting a golden glow over everything.
He tried to remember how he ended up there, then a sudden realization passed over him.
"Ah-I'm still here..." he murmured, recalling himself collapsing the night before.
Seungmin sat up slowly, a wave of dizziness washing over him. His muscles felt weak, and his head throbbed. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
Just then, he heard the doorknob turn. A maid entered the room with a tray of breakfast, her eyes widening in surprise to see Seungmin awake. She quickly composed herself and approached him with a concerned expression.
"Young Master Seungmin, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, setting the tray on a nearby table.
Seungmin blinked at her, still confused. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice raspy.
She seemed quite surprised but still composed herself as she replied, "Young Master Seungmin, you are at the Duke's residence."
The words echoed in his mind, and his confusion deepened. 'Am I in a different country?' Seungmin wondered as he tried to sit up. The room's design was overwhelming, and everything felt foreign yet strangely familiar.
The maid quickly moved to help him sit up properly. "Please, take it slow. You've been through quite an ordeal," she said, her tone gentle but firm.
As Seungmin settled against the plush pillows, a wave of dizziness hit him. He clutched his head, feeling as if it was about to split open. Flashes of memories-not his own but those of the game's Seungmin-flooded his mind.
He saw the seungmin from the game attending grand balls, engaging in heated arguments, and plotting schemes. The intensity of the memories overwhelmed him, causing him to gasp and collapse back onto the bed.
The maid looked alarmed. "Young master, are you all right?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.
As the dizziness subsided, Seungmin lay still, processing the information. He now remembered his role as the villain in the game and the grim fate that awaited him. His heart pounded as he recalled the tragic end the game's Seungmin was destined to face-betrayed and alone.
He realized that the family he saw yesterday bore a striking resemblance to his own deceased family. His chest tightened with a mixture of sorrow and confusion.
"So does that mean... They aren't real?" he said, with a hint of sobbing threatening to come out.
"Pardon, young master?" asked the maid, who hadn't left yet.
This took him out of his trance as he regained his composure. "Young master, the Duke wishes to see you. Are you able to walk on your own?" Seungmin reluctantly agreed, needing answers about his new reality.
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Lost In Loving You (Seungmin Centric)
FanfictionSeungmin's life is full of bad luck. After losing his job and being abandoned by everyone he trusted, he returns to his rundown apartment and finds a mysterious package. Inside is a game called "Loving You." Looking for a break from his tough life...
