Previously 'Man of Steel.'
When a man at the top of the world met his demise by falling off a rooftop, he woke up in the body of a villainous man by the name of Yugo Karrina, a lovesick fool who drove himself into a corner by continuously provoking...
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Ever since that redundant dream, that had previously tormented me profusely, I hadn't have been able to sleep tranquilly. My thoughts were in a wreckage, and like a marathon, ran through my mind all night. I touched my face, palpating the dark spots under my eyes, as if it were carrying my mental baggage. I was not stable.
A fatigued sigh brought my shoulders together, then I exhaled, dragging my shoulders along with the heavy breath that weighed down upon my chest. I linked my fingers together, and put my head gently against my my drawn knees close to my chest. Besides, I never had a goodnight sleep. Even the bed bugs slept even more peacefully than me. Combined with my insomnia, and the bizarre dream, it simply made me want to jump off a building again. But lives were hard to earn, and God gave it to me with much mercy, so naturally, I should cherish it.
I curled my lips into a simple prayer, and clasped my hands, lowly reciting religious verses. Subsequently, I opened my eyes, and saw a face, one which I was both unfamiliar and familiar with. Such contradictory feelings left me nonplussed, and I couldn't make out a single syllable and ultimately, made a fool out of myself.
My forehead puckered, and I lunged at him from my bed out of the blue. Even so, he managed to grasp my wrist, and manhandled me in a fluid, yet gentle movement, as if he were afraid to injure me in any way. I struggled in both anger and humiliation under his fastidious hands. It had been long since I felt this kind of defeat ever since I managed to reincarnate into this body somehow. Even though I had established myself a position, at the hands of natural people like him, it was only a dead end.
I heard the sound of my bated breaths, and my heavily heaving chest against the hard surface of the stiff bed. I attempted to wrench my hands out of his big palm, but he defeated me by exerting only a little more strength that only made my wrists hurt.
After a few seconds in the humiliating position, I was finally willing to talk, but in an indignant tone. "I thought you died. But, it seems that I'm wrong."
"As expected of you," the voice felt disoriented, a little distressed and helpless, but carried the same gentle undertone, like a husband coaxing a tremulous housewife. It was simply disgusting to hear with my own ears. "You sound like you don't care about me at all. So indifferent. But at least you think about me...that's sufficient enough. I tried to hold myself back...but...when I see you with other people, it hurts my heart so much that I could die."
I looked over my shoulder ostentatiously, giving him the stink eye, and said in a snarky tone, bereft of any consideration for the other party's tender feelings, "Be my guest," I paused, then shook my shoulders to indicate my displeasure. "Why are you doing this to me? It's not like we have bad blood between each other. Perhaps, you're still not over the party?"
"It's not that," a low baritone chuckled resounded beside my ear. I felt his hard chest press against my back, and through the thin layer of fabric, I could directly pinpoint where his abdominal muscles were. They felt hard, like an impeccable rock — an obvious outcome of his hardcore exercises, that I assumed, he would obviously commit himself to. Mine's just appeared magically. "I just want your attention, Yugo. Did you think of me? I think about you all the time. And it seems like I've thought of you too much that you're not getting any sleep at all, my beloved."
