❝ Some say that souls don't exist. But I know they do because my soul is made of whatever dust trickled from the stars and into your eyes, and now whenever I look into them my soul wishes to go back home into your gaze.❞ ⤷ By the time Seungmin realized he died, he was already inhabiting the body of Sion Leonhardt, the Second Prince of an unknown fantasy world. Tired and wary from his past life, he wanted nothing more than a peaceful life and went about his days with leisure; only, as unfortunate events occur, resurfacing his past with it, he's forced into taking action. His name becomes known for his noble deeds, and more people come into his life than what he wished for. But out of them all, only one person was capable of moving Seungmin's stone-cold heart. The Moon and the Star-would their love shine for all of eternity?

"I-..." he stopped, the words dying in his throat when a sudden lump appeared, not giving him the time to form proper words. His breath hitched, rose orbs trembling and stuck staring at his untouched food, sweat beginning to form underneath his too-long bangs. He... He thought he could do it. And yet he couldn't. Not when he could feel every stare burning onto his person, piercing through his soul like they could see every single fault, picking out his insecurities. The judgmental looks, the sneers, the disappointment. He could feel it, how it caused every hair to stand on edge, his ears ringing until all he could hear was his own heartbeat; wildly thudding inside his ribcage, ready to burst out of his chest. Shooting up from the table, head bowed low, his lips pursed and trembling as shame-filled tears sprung up, he turned and ran away from the dining room. Not sparing anyone a single glance because all he wanted was to breathe- Future villain or not, he couldn't bring himself to act like the original owner of this body. He couldn't. • Han Choyoung had trouble making connections and communicating with others. He felt guilty, even if his loved ones supported him regardless. But after accidentally drowning to his death, he only wished he'd overcome his fear sooner. He didn't expect to wake up as 11-year-old Kazaru Evedane, the neglected 3rd prince-turned-villain from a game he only heard from his noona. Choyoung could handle the identity crisis, he died after all- but to be the neglected prince hated by everyone because he's an illegitimate child? Knowing he had to face characters he didn't know? And just because he struggled to communicate properly while faking amnesia, as he had no prior knowledge of the game- everyone started chasing him! Please leave him alone! • My take on a BL harem isekai but MC's LOOSELY inspired by Shouko Komi from the Anime "Komi Can't Communicate". PS: book cover and artworks by me alone! ON HIATUS FOR NOW

A bored 25-year-old man, tired of living finally gets his wish to die. Hoping for a peaceful after-life, he's shoved into a very popular otome game from his time. Ugh. 'Everyone loves me. Why?' A game with a very cliche heroine, an even more cliche harem and the most cliche villains. What to do when you're the cannon fodder villain that appears in only a few frames? Simple, do nothing. They'll all ignore me if I don't touch the heroine......Oh, how wrong I was..... Cover art is not mine and credit goes to the illustrator.