𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖉 | 𝕳𝖊𝖊𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖓

2. 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖞 𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

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Sunghoon's eyes blinked open.

"Where am I?"

The morning sun's golden rays filtered through the thick, white curtains, casting a subtle warm glow.

He was lying in a bed inside an unfamiliar room with his skin being hugged by the bed's plush fabrics of the blankets and the marshmallow pillows. It warmed him up cozily, making him want to doze back to sleep.

Willing his eyes to stay open, Sunghoon sat upright. He almost faltered when he felt the snug feeling lingering on his body.

Sunghoon scanned the room, his mouth a little open in awe of how opulent and luxurious the bedroom looked. It was worth more than all of his life savings. Sunghoon could not afford any of this, even if he worked day and night for the rest of his life. He doesn't know how he got here. The last thing he remembered was the lights of a rushing truck blinding him—

Oh.

Was he dead? Was this heaven?

That had to be the only explanation. Unless he's—

He pinched his forearm. Nevermind.

"...Sunghoon?" an unfamiliar voice calls out.

"Hm?" He turned his head to the source to see a young man holding an intricate glass vase filled with fresh flowers. The stranger's cat-like eyes sported an expression of panic, his eyes wide and face pale.

The vase slipped out of his hands in utter shock. Sunghoon flinched as the glass shattered into a million fragments, glittering prettily as the sun reflected its light.

"Ah- forgive me. I will clean it up shortly. I'm pleased to see you've finally awakened from your one week of rest, young master." He bowed at a precise 90-degree angle.

The stranger genuinely seemed to be in shock and in relief. He wore old-fashioned clothing and used outdated vocabulary. Sunghoon had no idea who this person is, but that didn't seem to be the case for him. And why did he bow and call him a young master? Sunghoon was certain he had no position to be called that. He wasn't some wealthy offspring. He was a broke student in the last year of high school for goodness sake!

Sunghoon was at a loss. "Huh?"

The young man lifted his head, his eyes widening once more beneath his brown bangs. "Do you not recall the events before your slumber?" His mouth was a little open in surprise.

"I do." Sunghoon pauses, "I believe I was in an accident."

He nods. "Yes, that is true. You were in a carriage collision. An incompetent coachman didn't catch sight of you until you were inches away and you were hit. You're fortunate to be breathing."

Sunghoon was hit by a carriage? But it was a truck. He swore it was. Why would there be any carriages on the road in the modern era? Why was he in this lavish room and not a hospital? Who is this stranger and how does he know him? His head is hurting from thinking about it.

"Excuse me, but I'm afraid I don't know who you are." Sunghoon voices out, careful to not sound impolite.

The boy's face turned pale, inhaling sharply. "I'm your personal servant, Yang Jungwon!"

Yang Jungwon... Why does it seem familiar? He had the same name as...

He's one of the characters in Love Story at the Academy. If Jungwon is calling him Sunghoon, that means—