The Boy Next World

Chapter 3 Hitting the Mark

"Get a grip, Phu."

In the condo parking lot, inside one of the cars, Sisira was banging his head against the steering wheel like someone on the verge of a breakdown.

The reason? A luxury European car that had followed him and parked three blocks away. He couldn't help but think back to what had possessed him to bring the owner of that car here.

When Cirrus loudly declared in the group that he belonged to him, Phukan's brain practically exploded. He could only drag Cirrus out to find a place to talk. But Cirrus was very famous. Everywhere he went, people stared, especially at the hand Phukan was holding. So, Phukan could only think of one place.

Back to the condo.

Now, here he was, banging his head against the steering wheel to regain his composure.

Is it the right decision to bring someone who claims to be my boyfriend from a parallel world into my room? How can I be sure he's not just crazy?

These were the thoughts running through Phukan's mind as he lifted his head and bit his lip hard.

Him as my boyfriend?

A tall guy who, even in just a university student uniform, looked incredibly good. He had a handsome face, though a bit cold. He had to admit, as many girls said, that his calm demeanor was incredibly cool.

And what does someone who looks like a magazine model see in me?

Wait, no, it's not me here but another me in a parallel world.

Once again, Phukan wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel because it seemed like he was starting to believe it.

"Alright, let's talk this out."

Since Cirrus insisted that they were a couple and that he came from a parallel world, Phukan wanted to ask what made him believe that.

So, Phukan took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

"Hey, my bag!"

As soon as he walked and stood next to the tall figure, the cute guy had to protest when the other person pulled the bag off his shoulder.

Cirrus paused and sighed.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." But the person who said he was used to it didn't return the bag. Instead, he walked towards the elevator, making Phukan run after him.

"Do you always do this for me?"

Phukan wasn't stupid; he knew what Cirrus meant by being used to it.

Well, I still don't believe it wholeheartedly, but if this happened many times, I should be able to guess the reason.

Besides, Phukan wanted to know the truth.

Does the 'me' in the parallel world always have someone this handsome carrying things for him?

However, Cirrus didn't answer the question directly.

"Phu."

"Yes?"

Phukan, who was swiping his card at the elevator, looked up and saw Cirrus... smiling again.

A smile that made his cheeks heat up.

You're way more handsome than Achi. Don't smile at me like this. I don't know how to protect myself from that attack.

But Cirrus said something unbelievable.