::Jongmin P.O.V::

“Boss,

the doctor is here.” Came the voice of one of my trusted men.

I sighed, “bring him in” I told him

A moment later Dr. Park came in.

He bowed his head slightly, “Good day sir,

how are we feeling today?”

“Same as usual.” I shrugged.

His expression, grim. “Let’s take a look,

shall we?”

The doctor did his routine checkup and like

always the outcome was the same.

He sighed.

I chuckled, since I have already accepted

my fate, “Now Doc, none of that. Give me the news.”

“I’m sorry sir, but it doesn’t look good. Your

health continues to deteriorate. The cancer isn’t responding to the chemo…if

this continues there will be nothing that can be done. At most…3 months, but it

can be sooner.” He looked stressed, “But I will still try to find another way.”

He placated me.

“Thanks Doc, do what you feel is necessary.”

I smiled.

“Is there anything I need to do to make you

feel more comfortable?”

I look at the various machine that is by my

bed side, the big flat screen in front of me, and the nice scenery outside the

large window of my penthouse.

“No, I’m comfortable enough. You may leave.”

“Then I’ll bid you good day sir.” He said

before taking his leave.

I stared

in envy, the doctor gets to walk out of here and enjoy the outside world while I

am stuck here until the end of days.

It wasn’t always like this.

After my parents death, I became the sole

heir to my family’s fortune. A booming business and female fighting to be by my

side. Up until my 30th birthday, 6 months back when I collapsed at

the party. That day I found out I have progressed to stage 5 of brain tumor. People asked me how did I not notice

earlier on my part? Negligent. It was pure negligence.

The increased headaches. I used aspirin and

other pain killers to dull it. Black outs I blamed it on long nights at work,

even when I started losing appetite or have weird mood swings. I blamed it on

my increasing workload or the females who don’t understand the definition of a

one night stand.

Pure stupidity, pure negligence…

It’s like God himself was laughing at my

face for taking things for granted and telling me I deserve this.  I really am stupid…I probably do deserve this.

“Boss, I brought the book you wanted.”

Shaking my head from the protruding negative

thoughts I cleared my throat and reached out to grab the book. Giving me the

book, he bowed and exited to leaving me to my only source of escape.

“Prince Wujin”

The story is about a fallen prince who was

a hostage of Showen Empire who was bought as a boy toy for the Empress of Showen

Empire, where he undergoes humiliation and torture. To further his humiliation,

he became a plaything to the Empress’s son the Crown Prince adding fuel to his

hatred.

When he was able to escape back to his kingdom,

he killed the corrupted minister before bringing troops to invade Showen Empire

where he killed the Empress and her gay son, who he castrated and hung atop the

palace wall for all to see. He then marries the dead Crown Prince’s maid who

was the only person who showed him kindness.

Honestly, it’s a good story. I mean beside

the being raped by a man part and being passed around between the Evil queen

and her just as evil son. There were good parts about the story. The love he

had for the lowly maid and his rise to power, and not to mention the people he

helped along the way.

Maybe I’m just bored with cliches stories? And

want something fresh.

After finishing the novel for the third

time I took my medication and went to sleep, tomorrow is another day I have to

get through again. I sighed; I wish I can conquer this sickness like the prince

who conquered the two kingdoms…

*CRASH*

“Mmm…” What is that noise? And why is my

eyelids so heavy?

“Hyein! Idiot! Be careful. We mustn’t disturb

his highness.” A female voice whispered loudly.

“I’m sorry Minye, but do you really think the

prince will survive? Last night his condition worsened. The doctor said he

wouldn’t make it through the night.”

Did one of my men turn on the TV on full

blast or something? It sounds like they’re right inside this room with me.

“Mind your mouth, are you looking to be executed?

He passed the hurdle last night, even now he’s looking better. Hurry and finish

cleaning so we can finish our job sooner.”

“Ugh…” I want water, I’m so thirsty, “Water…”

“The prince! He’s waking up! Go call the

royal physician!”

I slowly open my eyes, trying to adjust to

the light.

Huh? Ancient canopy? Wooden curving? What the

heck?

I turn my head toward the approaching footsteps.

Who are these people? What’s with the

ancient garb?

A man with long platinum silver hair came

toward me, odd. He’s not even old. Why is his hair silver?

“Please excuse my boldness your highness.” His

voice had a pleasant tone. Not to deep and not to high, it settled nicely. Smooth…buttery.

Confuse I watch him grab my hand and press his

forefinger and middle finger together against the pulse on my wrist. Not trusting

myself to speak so I just watched him.

A couple minutes of silence he put my hand

down gently as if I was made of glass.

“How is his highness?” this man voice sent

a weird tingle up my spine, his voice would be considered sexy? It was a deep steady

base making your heart vibrate with each sound he make. I turn to look the guy.

He had long jet-black hair cascading down his back and bangs sitting prettily on

each side of his temple. The man is handsome. I turn to look at the physician

again. Yep. He’s totally handsome too. The woman who gets these men must be

super happy they snag such fine pieces. Not that I’m jealous or anything. I used

to pick models left and right for projects. I have eyes for these things.

Wait, pause. What the hell is going on? Why

are these men referring me as his highness? Why are they wearing ancient wears?

Why does this place look nothing like my penthouse? Where the hell am I.

“Who are you people? Where am I?”

The dude with the jet-black hair suddenly

became alarm his attention fully on the silver hair dude, “What is going on Physician

Hwang. Why isn’t his highness aware of his surroundings and who we are to him?”

“I fully checked his highness, there isn’t

anything wrong with his body. However, since he has been asleep for 2 weeks,

there might be some foggy memories. I’m sure once he’s rested and back to his

daily life, his highness with be back to great health without a worry. calm yourself

lieutenant Cho.”

The silver hair guy looked me; it felt a

little off. Like he hated me or something. But why would he?

“To answer your highness, “You are the light

of our people, Prince Junmyeon the only son of the royal Empress the sun that

shine atop Showen Empire the vast and bountiful country we are living in now.” Geez…why

does he sound so sarcastic?

Wait! Showen Empire…Junmyeon? Why does this

sound so familiar?

It can’t be…there’s no way.

I turn to him, afraid of the answer to the

question I’m about to ask.

“What’s your name?”

Raising his eyebrows, he replied, “I am Hwang

Sobin. The palace Royal Physician. And this man,” he turned to the dude with

jet-black hair, “Is lieutenant Cho Bogum, your personal Royal Bodyguard.”

“No way…” I mumbled under my breath…

Turning back to them as I looked them up

and down absorbing this intel. I really realized and accepted… I really transmigrated

into the blasted novel “Prince Wujin” as the damnable Prince Junmyeon who dies

in chapter 3 or so….Oh God, are you laughing at me now you wretched being!!!!

::End of Jongmin P.O.V::

notes: he will be referred as Junmyeon

from now on not Jongmin

::Junmyeon P.O.V::

“Is there anything you like me to get for

you your highness?” the maid Minye asked.

Minye, the palace maid who was place under

my wings. Minye…the girl who will marry the hostage prince but later gets

demoted to the cold palace because of her background as the people of Showen

Empire. Poor girl. I’ll change your destiny too. You won’t get to marry the blasted

prince. He will only lead you to your doom.

Looking at the girl she’s definitely pretty.

Not beautiful by any means. I’ve seen many women in my life that are far more

beautiful than this little duckling. Geez, there I go judging again. sigh.

“No, you may leave me be. I want to rest.”

I told her.

She bowed, bending her knees to lower

herself, the proper etiquette of the ancient times of bowing.

Once she left, I slowly got off the bed

something that I haven’t been able to do in a long time due to my illness.

It’s been 4 days since I found myself here,

and two days it took me to come to terms with my current situation. Since then,

I tried everything I can to not seems suspicious to these people. I looked

myself in the mirror and still can’t quite grasp my new look. Geez…simply put I

look like someone bitch. Well…it not so far off. The original soul in this body

was a bit of a fem. In the novel he was men crazy. Always wanting the best man

in the kingdom. Even the royal physician became his target who ended siding

with the hostage prince to overthrow his own homeland just to see the gay

prince die. He didn’t even let his loyal bodyguard pass either. The original

owner of this body was just perverse as it gets. Luckily for him though, the

loyal guard was loyal to a fault. He gave his body and his heart to the wicked

prince, even so far as to protected him till the end of his life. Dying in the

hands of prince Wujin. So many tragic ending because of one man. If I remember

correctly, the day of my mother birthday, the hostage prince will be presented

to my mother as a sex slave.

That means I have to leave this palace in 3

days. To free the blasted prince so I won’t be castrated and killed later.

“Bogum! Bogum are you here?” I called out.

The man came barging in as if my life was

on the line, “What is it your highness? Is everything okay? Did you need my

assistance?”

Geez…dude chill…

“Uh yes…I would like to leave the palace

and go to the city to get some things.” I told him.

“What do you need? I could get someone to

grab them for you.” He asked.

“No, I want to go myself.” I interjected.

“But your highness, you have not fully

recovered yet.” He argued.

“Isn’t that why I have you? You are my

personal bodyguard are you not? If you can’t keep me safe, should I request

another?” I wasn’t going to, but I would like to see his reaction.

“This servant understands, please punish me

for overstepping your highness.” He bowed.

You annoying bastard I wanted to yell but

instead I said, “No, I don’t want to punish you. I just want to go out and I

want you to accompany me.”

He looked at me weirdly and looked like he

wanted to say something but didn’t.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s nothing your highness.”

“Bogum…there’s one thing I really hate…I

hate repeating myself. so please answer the question.” I sighed out of

frustration.

“Pardon me your highness…it’s just that

you’ve change since you regain consciousness. That’s all.” He said carefully.

“In your words, Bogum. How was I before?” I

asked.

“Your highness…I shouldn’t say.” He stated.

“Tell me.” I insisted.

“You seem a bit more tamed…normally you

automatically lash out if you don’t get your way. Honestly, I was expecting a

vase being thrown at me since it’s near you.” He said pointing at the vase near my left side.

“Geez…you make me sound out to be a spoiled

tyrant.”

He dropped to his knees head to the floor,

“I wouldn’t dare your highness. Please that is not what I meant or would ever

imply.” He firmly said, his voice stiff.

“Relax, honestly after waking up from a

near death experience…I want to change myself. I don’t want to be that crazy

lunatic you made me out to be. I want to be better than I was before.” I told

him.

“I did not make you out to be a lunatic,

please your highness, don’t say such thing.” Geez from that sentence, that’s

all you heard?

“Never mind that. As I was saying, I would

like us to leave the palace. I would like to see city and get some things. Hand

picking them by myself would be better. Plus, I been confine to the bed for way

to long. I need to stretch out my legs and walk around.” I told him.

“I understand your highness, your happiness

and safety is my main priority.” He declared.

“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled.

            The days leading up to my outing, Royal physician Sobin came to check up on me

again. I still feel a bit awkward with him since he gives me these wary looks like

he rather be anywhere else than near me. Same dude, same.

Since I’ve regained consciousness, I’ve

only seen the Empress once. In the novel the woman loves her son to the point

she was willing to share her men. If she loves the original owner of this body

so much, why doesn’t she come see him often?

She was indeed beautiful. She gave a me a

kiss on the forehead and tend to me, and of course reminiscing about the

original owner of this body and herself. She vowed that she would kill the

person who dared to harm me. Scary.

Anyways, something still bothers me though,

who the hell poison the original owner?

In the novel not much was said about the

gay prince, there were minimal information regarding his life since the main

character was the hostage prince who goes to make a harem for himself. The gay

prince was just a supporting cast that dies to make the hostage prince look

good or appealing in the story. The dude died in chapter 3, at least that’s

what I remember. Since I’m trying to change the course of this story, rewriting

my fate at least, I’m going to have to find out why someone wants me dead, if

this person is significant enough to **** with my plans, and if ridding them

for good help my case with survival. Geez what a headache this is. God, are you

listening? You must think it’s funny to put me in this kind of situation. I

hope you are happy.

I asked Bogum who would want me dead, he

didn’t hesitate to say my royal uncle. I wish the author of the novel would

mention this said uncle so that I have some type of upper hand in this mess. Unfortunately,

I have no idea who the hell this royal uncle is.

The only thing I know is that he’s only my

father’s younger brother who felt that he deserves the throne not some

concubine that manage to sway my father’s heart into giving her the throne when

he died.

I sighed, what a stressful situation this

is.

I sat outside enjoying the nice scenery of the pond turning to my left Bogum isn’t so

far behind standing stiffly as he watches my surrounding for me.

This man really takes my well fare to the

max.

“Bogum, why does the royal physician hate

me?” I didn’t really expect an answer, it was just something I was kind of

contemplating.

“I don’t believe he hates you your

highness.” I could hear the hesitation in his voice when he answered.

“There’s no need to lie to me. Bogum? Another

thing I hate beside repeating myself are liars. I can’t stand liars. Are we going

to have this problem? Just be honest when I ask you. Can’t you do that?”

“I understand your highness.” He bowed.

“Now, why does the royal physician hate

me?” I repeated.

“I don’t believe it’s a matter of hate,

your highness. I think he’s more cautious with you...” he started.

“Meaning?”

“Your highness, if I may be so bold. But

are you well? Do you remember everything now?” he asked.

“There are many things that are fuzzy. Like

I’m not sure if it’s a dream or reality…please jog my memory. Humor me a bit.”

Fuzzy my ***. I can’t remember anything

Suddenly my head felt like it was being

split into two. As flashes of images probe its way into my brain.

God some of the images makes even me

disgusted with this body. I have the answer I was looking for. Thank you, God.

Although I rather hear it from Bogum then get detailed images ramming into my

brain a mile a minute.

“Are you okay your highness?” Bogum asked

concerns written all over his face.

“Yea…yea I’m fine. Never mind on the

detail…I remember everything. No need reminding.” I gasp, trying to force the

pain away to no avail.

“You remember everything?” he asked looking

skeptical.

“Yes. I remember Bogum.” I repeated

exasperated.

No wonder the damn guy hates my guts. The original

owner of this body was a bitch in heat. Every time he sees the blasted silver

hair demon he wants to pounce on the guy. I thought I had time to change the past.

Thinking maybe he hasn’t tried anything yet to these handsome men. I mean come on;

the damn guy was only 17. Was he already sex crazed? So damn stressful.

I might die a second time from all this stress.

“Your highness, I have prepared everything

for tomorrow outing. Is there anything else you might need?”

“No. thanks Bogum for getting that done for

me.” Yes…no time to stress, tomorrow is the day I switch the course of this novel.

Time to switch to survival mode.

::Junmyeon P.O.V::

The

smell of fresh bread, the afternoon breeze, and the warmth from the sun made

everything about this day better since I arrive in this body. Remembering the

time where I was stuck on the bed because I had no strength or energy to move

about due to my conditions.

It

really was a nice day out. It’s been a while since I felt this much sunlight on

my skin. My eyes waters slightly, this is my second chance. I have to survive

everything to live a better life than I had my previous.

“Are

you feeling alright, your highness? Would you like to stop and rest?” Bogum

asked being super attentive.

“I’m

alright for now. Let’s just keep going.” I told him.

Now

where is that damn place? I don’t want to ask Bogum, the man is going to bombard

me with questions, and I don’t feel up to answering anything right now. Letting

out a sigh I continue walking to God knows where.

There

was a pork bun stall and I felt myself craving it. Walking toward the delicious

scent I didn’t care to wait and see if Bogum was right behind me or not.

“Only 5

aerugo coins for a pork meat bun! Won’t last come and buy!” the salesman

shouted.

“I

would like 5 port meat buns please.” I said approaching him.

“Of

course, master, that will be 25 aerugo coins please.” He answered.

Shit…how

much is that? “Uh…give me one a minute, my guard has my coin pouch.”

“Your

hi”—

“Bogum,

my pouch please.” I asked cutting him off from revealing who I was.

He

handed me the pouch, but I realized I didn’t know how the currency here work

yet, so I handed him back the pouch, “Hand him 25 aerugo coins”

“Of

course.” He replied.

I

watched carefully making sure to get it right next time, I really need to get

it together. I sighed.

I sat

down on the small seating table, relaxing as I start to feel a bit exhausted.

This body is really frail when it comes to exerting energy I realized, no

wonder he looks like someone’s bitch. He should have been born a female.

Mentally shaking my head, I turn my attention back to my pork meat buns. Wow

this smells divine.

I took

a bite out of the small fluffy buns and my mouth exploded with vibrant flavors.

Wow. This has got to be the most delicious meat buns I have ever tasted. Yum… I

closed my eyes savoring the sweet and tanginess of the pork fillings.

“I

heard they’re holding the auction in the back of The Divine Pavilion again.”

My ears

perked up when I heard the word auction. Is it the same one I’m looking for?

“Shh,

not to loud. Someone might hear you. You know its illegal right? Those people

will get caught sooner or later.” I heard the loud shush.

“But

aren’t you curious? I heard they are slave that was brought over from the neighboring

country. Don’t you want to see how they look? I heard they all look barbaric

not at all like us. Even the female looks like men with bulky muscles.”

This

guy is dumb to listen to that kind of rumors. Plus, all women are beautiful regardless

of their shapes and size. I’ve seen many forms in my previous life. They all

have their unique physique. There’s always a preference that suits somebody’s

taste.

“Come

with me? I’m thinking of checking it out.” I wanted to turn and look so bad,

but I know Bogum would be suspicious of why I am curious.

“No,

I’m not going. Go by yourself.” The man said.

“You’re

no fun man.”

“Your

highness? Is the pork meat bun not to your liking?” Bogum asked.

“Bogum,

don’t address me as your highness. I don’t want people to know. Just call me

Junmyeon.” I told him

“That

is not possible your highness, I can’t be that bold to address you by your

name.” a look of horror wash over his face.

“Fine

just settle for master than. it’s not so conspicuous.” I sighed.

“Yes

your—ah master.”

After

eating 3 pork buns I gave the rest to Bogum who at first rejected it, saying

it’s my food he doesn’t have the right to it. Geez. This guy is too much

sometimes. I literally had to force it into his mouth.

We set

off again, now with a destination in mind I felt more relieved.

“Hey

Bogum? Have you ever been to The Divine pavilion?”

“Your

hi—my mean Master. Where did you hear such a thing?” Bogum looked appalled, I

couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.

“Calm

down, I just heard a passerby saying it. So, I was curious. So have you?” I

asked.

“No

master, I never been there. All though I heard from other guards at the palace.

It’s a place for men to rid their frustration.” The darn guy blushed.

“Are

you a ******? How old are you?” I asked amused.

“Master?

Have you really forgotten?” what now?

“Forgot

what?”

“When I

was assigned your personal guard at the age of 14, by your mother; the Empress order;

I took an oath of purity and will never stray unless of course you permit me to

marry or want my body as well as my loyalty.” There goes that blush again.

What

kind of shit is this? What was the woman thinking?

“How

old was I when this order took place?” I asked out of pure curiosity.

“Seven,

master. I remember when I was presented to you it was your request to take me

as your guard because you found me handsome.” He cleared his throat, “So the

empress gave me the order. That once you’re grown, its up to you what my fate

would be.”

“How

old are you now?” again, just curious.

“I’m 24

your hi—master.”

And I’m

7 years younger than him. Geez the poor guy, I lost my virginity at 19 in my previous

life.

“Have

you even masturbated?”

“Master!”

the man was so shocked his face look like a ripe tomato, wow. This is

hilarious.

“What?

We’re both men.” I laughed, “So have you.”

“Uh…please

master. can I not answer that? It’s a bit improper.” He mumbled.

He’s

actually pretty funny to tease. Ah, well. I’ll stop for now, “Alright” I

smiled.

Finally,

without help I found the Divine pavilion on my own. It was a huge place you

can’t miss it.

Behind

the place was what I heard the men from earlier talk about is where the auction

is taking place. Finally, the time has come for me to change the storyline of

this blasted novel.

I

walked toward the back when Bogum stopped me, “Master, why are you heading this

way? It’s not safe. We should stay around crowded area. Who knows if there’s

any traitor lurking around to catch us by surprise?”

“I’m

perfectly safe with you here. I just want to see what’s back there. Don’t you

see there’s a crowd forming?” I told him.

“But

Master.”

“Bogum,

stop pestering me or help me God.” I said with frustration.

He

finally bowed and step aside of me.

Taking

a deep breath, I took a step forward then another until I arrived where a crowd

was gathering.

            Curious, I scan the area where

people are gathered. Men and woman of different gentry could be seen, from commoner

to rich merchants and I’m sure there are other higher position people beside myself.

“I don’t

think we should be that close, master.” Bogum whispered near me.

“We’re fine.”

I placate the man.

“Ladies

and Gentlemen, eyes here please.” A loud booming voice caught our attention, “We

have some unique merchandise I think you guys would be interested in.”

He motions

for his men to retrieve whatever was behind the back door of the popular

pavilion. The next thing I notice, are one by one, people in chains are being pulled

out of the back door. They had a sack over their head, chains around both their

hands each one facing another’s back. How cruel.

No wonder

the hostage prince held such a deep hatred for Showen Empire.

Once they

were all out on display, they were made to turn toward else and one by one the

sack on their head was removed.

It didn’t

take me long to locate the said prince. He had such a regal way in his stance. He

stood proud while the others looked down and many of them, fear was visible in their

eyes. The proud man stood tall, his eyes roamed his surroundings, taking in the

situation at hand in stride. At least that’s what it seems like.

I listened

while some of the slaves were already auctioned off. Once they got to the

hostage prince, I was ready to do battle. I have to make it known that I’m going

to win this auction no matter what. Shit my life depended on it.

“Bogum,

announce to them, I want him for “5,000 gold coins.” I whispered to him.

He looked

at me with raised brows, but he didn’t question me, he turns to the merchant

and raised his voice, “My master would like to purchase this slave for $5,000 aurulent

coins.”

Gasp

and murmurs can be heard. I could hear someone say that’s way too much for a

slave.

Maybe…but

I wasn’t going to take that chance. I don’t feel like going back and forth with

someone when I know I can get him.

“Going

once, going twice…Sold! For $5,000 aurulent coins to the young master over

there.” He pointed at my direction. I turn my face slightly just in case

someone recognize me.

A

servant came toward us to lead us to the retrieving area. I followed him with Bogum

hot on my heels.

We were

placed in a tidy sitting area; thank God we weren’t with the other people. It was

a private transaction, I was told.

Probably

ten minutes or so, the man who dealt with the slave came to me, with the hostage

prince in tow.

“Hello

master, wow you really made my day today. What a big purchase you’ve made

today.” The man looks disgustingly excited, “Here is your slave proper papers. Is

there anything you need from me master?”

I looked

at the prince closely and notice the collar on his neck that seems to be bruising

his neck severely. I was getting mad to see such abuse.

I turn

to the man, “Take that off.”

He looked

confuse at first, “What? Take what off master?”

“That

collar, take it off of him.” I told him.

“But

uh, master, this man is a bit untamed. He’s a bit volatile. I think it’s best

to keep the collar own. It comes with a remote that sends shock wave to subdue

him if need be.” The irritable man explained.

I ignored

him, I turn to the man maybe if I try to explain to him he wouldn’t be overly

hostile, “Hey…my name is Junmyeon…I didn’t purchase you as a slave. So, I don’t

believe the collar is a necessity. But I need you to cooperate and promise me

that you won’t do anything that I need to be concerned about. Can you promise

me that?” I asked him.

He looked

at me, distrust is clearly shown on his face, “What do you want from me? I don’t

believe you Showen people are genuinely nice.” He spat.

“How

dare you!” Bogum quickly grabbed the man dirty shirt, hauling him up, “Do you

realize who you are speaking too? I can have you killed right now, and it would

be justified.” Bogum angry face wasn’t something I could get use to; the man

normally looks so tamed and boring? But in this situation, he looks very

animated. Almost cool.

“That’s

enough, Bogum.” I voiced.

Bogum reluctantly

let him go, and walked back to my side, his face still full of anger.

Ignoring

my angry guard, I turn back to the prince, “I don’t know what mistreatment you’ve

dealt with since arriving at Showen Empire. But I assure you, that is not in my

agenda for you. I feel that there’s more to you than what I see. I feel that we

can be good for one another. I just need you to promise you will let me show you

I really mean you know harm.” Making him promise me is a must. The man is full

of honor, he stands by his words and promises. At least that’s what is portrayed

in the novel. So, getting him to promise me is a sense of relief for me.

“Fine. I’ll

humor you. I promise. But the minute I feel like I can’t trust you I will revoke

these so-called promises. Deal?” The man had intense gaze I noticed. His silver

eyes bore into mines almost daringly.

“Deal.”

I smiled.

I turn

back to the irritable merchant, “Take it off.” I told him again.

He reluctantly

took off the collar, “I hope you don’t regret your decision, master.”

I stared

at the handsome man, as he rubbed his neck to relieve the pain he must be

feeling, watched as he stared at me still trying to figure me out, Bogum angry

expression intensified, as he watches this man staring at me insolently.

“I’m

sure I made the right choice. I won’t regret this.” I smiled.

I turn to

the two handsome men, “Let’s go home.”

In that

moment, the erratic heartbeat I was feeling moments before when I first met

this man have finally calm down, beating evenly. It was a great feeling for

sure, I’m closer to my goal of surviving this damn novel.