Everyone is Obsessed With Me (reupload)

Chapter 2

Ye Joon gasped loudly and got up. Sweat coated his brows as memories of what happened the other night flashed into his head like a racing truck. He started to caress his body and sighed in relief, noticing that his chest was still intact and he was still alive and breathing. It was a dream. Everything was a dream. Thank God.

The dream was too vivid. He could feel the fear and the pain in his whole body. He could feel the anguish, the agony, the regret. It was too scary. Ye Joon never wanted to feel that again.

As soon as Ye Joon got out of bed, he noticed how light his body felt. He doesn't feel like a 30-year-old with back problems and money issues, instead, he feels like a midget. He seemed shorter than before and his hair was longer. He glanced down and gasped slightly. Smooth porcelain skin? Where his thick middle-aged man arms? The arm hair? The tan skin? How long was he asleep? And did someone change the furniture in his room?

The room was still very small and cramped, but it looked more like it was from the Victorian era instead of the modern era. Was he just tripping or was this legit? Everything from the ceiling to the floor is made of wood. His furniture looked old and dusty, like it was going to fall apart at any moment. This does not seem like a hospital, instead, it looked familiar. Like he had seen this room before.

Then, Ye Joon froze. Pale skin, child-like body and the all too familiar room. No, this couldn't be. It's not possible, right?

Ye Joon ran to the mirror and examined himself. To his surprise, he was not some 6 ft tall middle-aged Korean man with ordinary black hair and brown eyes, instead, he was a beauty with long white hair and gorgeous golden eyes. He looked feminine in contrast of his usually tired rugged look. His face was ethereal, almost like those K-pop idols that perform worldwide. He didn't look real.

"No way... That looks so...familiar...?" Ye Joon tried to rack his brain for answers. The person in the mirror looks so familiar! He swears he saw this face before.

"Wait, am I... Hanbal Sather?!" Ye Joon gasped out loud. He looked just like Hanbal, the infamous young master from that weird book. It wasn't a dream!!! He gasped, his heart beats and his sweat began drip down his porcelain skin. Not only was he transported into the book, but he was in the body of one of the most tragic character in the entire series. He is doomed to die. Why is his luck so bad? Not only was he killed by some maniac, but he was also gonna get killed by another maniac. Why cant he at least be in the body of a poor beggar, at least their fate is better then Hanbal's.

"Nooooooo!!" He sobbed for the first time in many years.

Great, he thought to himself, not only is he a child, but he is acting like one too. Why has the world cursed him in such a manner? What did he do in his past life that made the Gods so mad?

"I need to get out of here... I cant die the second time." He whispered to himself. Dying once was enough for an ordinary man like him. Dying the second time is an embarrassment. He has gone through thick and thin, surely he can survive till his 30s again. Ye Joon, now Hanbal, despite not caring for his own life, would still prefer not to go through a year worth of pain, let alone another death. He will escape and disappear before anything happens. He doesn't even know if the plot of the book kicked off already, but judging by how he's still in his old room, he still had time.

Since Hanbal was not very important to the Duke and his sons, he bet that they wouldn't even care or notice if he was gone. He'll take advantage of the hate and use it to his benefit.

"I can do this..." Hanbal smiled and ran out the door. The hair that was used to cover his very beautiful face was now tied up in a ponytail. Hanbal made a mental note to cut it off at his earliest convenience.

When Hanbal checked the closet, he began to feel pity.

The clothes in the closet were boring and plain. There were only a couple of pairs of shirts and very few pants. There were just 1 pair of shoes that looked old and beaten up. Even Ye Joon, someone who lived in extreme poverty, had more pair of shoes then this little master. He knew that poor Hanbal was neglected, but he didn't know it was to this extent. He was not a young master, he was a servant.

But nevertheless, Hanbal picked a simple white blouse with a deep V-neck with frills laced around it. He picked up a pair of black leather pants and his beaten up shoe and walked in front of the long cracked mirror that has a thin layer of dirt lathered on top.

He examined himself in the mirror and whistled.

"Wow..." Hanbal was indeed a beauty. A hidden jewel that can outshine the sun if treated accordingly. Its a pity he's below the status of a servant. He sighed and left the room. He couldn't help but feel pity for the young 11 year old child. Maybe its because he's an old man with no kids of his own, but he began to grow attach to this body. It has only been an hour and he has already grown attached. Was he always this sentimental?

Hanbal sighed and walked through the halls. Usually, royalties, no matter how low the status is, have servants waiting hand and foot. But Hanbal was forgotten by everyone, so he barely have enough for food and daily necessities.

"I swear Hanbal, I'll make sure to leave this place and live a long peaceful life." He swore, as if he was speaking to a child and not to himself.

Hanbal Sather lives in a different part of the manor. He lived in a room far away from everyone else so he wouldn't bother them. His room was in the far corner of the manor, close to where the servants' headquarter was.

But Hanbal didn't mind. He enjoys the peace and the further away he was from people, the easier it is for him to escape.

"Why is he out of his room?" Said a passerby maid to another maid. They didn't see his face since he was looking at the opposite sides to examine the framed pictures.

'Outcast?' Hanbal thought with a cold smile. He turn to look at the maids and then glanced away. Since he's going to leave, why not stir up some trouble. It's not him who's going to clean it up anyways.

"Huh? Who the hell are you?" He said with a menacing glaring deeply at the two maids. Back in his days as a teen, he used to be a delinquent. And even as a man in his 30s, he fought with old women for the bargain bins and even wrestled with some for the lowest priced vegetables'. Even though this body was only 140 cm tall with a petit frame, he was still Ye Joon. So he won't have to worry when he squares up with the maid.

"Did that thing just spoke to me?" The maid whispered mockingly to her friend. Her eyes looked at him with ridicule and scorn. She believes she was above him. But who isn't? Poor Hanbal was so neglected he could probably pass as a floor cleaner.

But what they didn't know was that Hanbal was no longer pushover Hanbal. He is now big balls Hanbal, and big balls Hanbal does not take shit from anyone.

"Show some respect." He balled his fist, ready to defend himself at any moment. In his memories, the maids were the cruelest to past Hanbal. They used to starve him whenever they had a shitty day and beat him up. Poor Hanbal couldn't fight back due to fear and shame. All he could do was silently cry to himself and lay on the cold hard ground and wished he could be loved.

"Respect?" The maid snarled and giggled softly. Just as she was about to swing her hand to slap Hanbal in the fast, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Before she realized it, she was kneeling down with hands hugging her stomach and a pain that seemed to numb her entire body. She was kicked. And she was kicked hard by the most unexpected assailant. She couldn't see him through her tears, but she could hear him scoff silently at her.

'Who does he think he his!' The maid though angrily through gritted teeth. How dare someone like him lay a hand on her. He'll pay for this. He'll pay for this with his life.

Hanbal just walked away when he saw the maid coughing on the ground and the other maid backing away in fear. He could feel the hatred radiating from her but he did not care. He'll protect this body and make sure it lives a long life.

He had always wanted a child...

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Changed things up a bit to make it less cringe lol. Enjoyyyy