Reborn In My Favourite Comic (TaeKook)
Chapter 1: Tense and Relentless
The alleyway reeked of damp concrete and blood. The dim light flickered overhead, casting long shadows as Victor stood his ground. The five armed men surrounding him moved in, their weapons gleaming under the flickering light.
Victor (assassin)
This is it. I’m trapped. No way out.
The sound of footsteps closing in sent a shiver down his spine. He could hear their steady breathing, their fingers tightening around their weapons. But his mind remained steady—calculating, always calculating.
Victor (assassin)
There’s a way out. There’s always a way.
With a swift pivot, he lunged forward, catching the nearest opponent off guard. A blade sliced through flesh, a gasp, and then silence. But no time to think—another attacker swung at him. He ducked, countered, and drove his knee into the enemy’s gut before twisting his arm unnaturally. A snap. Another down.
enemy 1
“Did you really think you could take us all down, Victor?”
Victor (assassin)
“I’m not taking you all down. I’m just buying myself time.”
Blades clashed. Sparks flew. Victor weaved through attacks like a ghost, his movements seamless. But fatigue was creeping in, slowing him. His breath came in sharp bursts, his body protesting every strike, every dodge.
Three left.
Then two.
Then one.
Victor exhaled heavily, adjusting his stance, his muscles screaming for relief. But before he could react, pain erupted in his leg. A sharp, searing agony. He stumbled, and the world tilted.
enemy 5
“Game over, Victor.”
Victor barely saw the next attack coming. A blade buried deep into his side. His breath hitched. His knees buckled. He collapsed, his hands instinctively pressing against the gushing wound. Warm blood seeped through his fingers, painting the ground beneath him.
His vision blurred. The world around him faded—sounds became distant, colors muted. He could still hear his heartbeat, faint and unsteady, like a dying drum.
Victor (assassin)
It’s over.
Memories flickered in his mind—training in the dark, missions gone wrong, the fleeting warmth of a life that never felt real. Was this all he was meant for? A violent end in a nameless alley?
His body sagged against the cold pavement, breath shallow. The enemies stood over him, but their faces no longer mattered. Their voices became muffled, mere echoes in the distance.
Darkness swallowed him whole.
author
“Thank you for reading this chapter! Every twist, turn, and moment of this journey is crafted with love and excitement, and I’m thrilled to have you along for the ride. Your thoughts, theories, and feedback mean the world to me, so feel free to share them! Stay tuned for more action, mystery, and emotions in the next chapter. Until then, happy reading!”
Chapter 2: Rebirth in a New World
A sharp gasp tore through Victor’s throat as his body jolted upright. His chest heaved, his hands trembling as they clutched at the silk sheets beneath him. He could still feel the phantom pain of his wounds, the sensation of blood pooling around him. But when he glanced down, there was no blood, no gaping wounds—only smooth, unblemished skin.
His breath hitched as his eyes darted around the room. It was vast and luxurious, bathed in warm golden light. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a breathtaking city skyline, and elegant furniture filled the space. This wasn’t the dark alley where he had drawn his last breath.
Victor (assassin)
🤔 Where… am I?
The sound of a door opening snapped his attention to the side. A man in his forties, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, stepped inside. His presence was commanding, his sharp gaze locking onto Victor with intensity.
Kim namjoon
“You’re awake.”
Victor stiffened. The man’s face was familiar—too familiar. 🤔 His mind scrambled for answers, flashes of another life flickering in his memory. And then it hit him like a freight train.
Kim Namjoon. CEO. Villain. The ruthless mastermind in Reign of Shadows, his favorite comic world. Owner of an empire built on luxury hotels and high-end restaurants, yet feared by the underground world.
Victor (assassin)
🤔 And if Namjoon was standing there… then that meant—
A mirror caught his eye, and his breath left him in a shuddering exhale. The reflection staring back at him wasn’t his own. It was someone else’s. A face with softer features, dark expressive eyes, and delicate lips. His heart pounded. He knew this face.
Victor (assassin)
🤔 Taehyung.
The realization struck hard. He wasn’t Victor anymore. He was Taehyung—Namjoon’s son.
His pulse raced as he tried to process the impossible. 🤔 He had died. He had fallen into darkness. And yet, here he was, in a world that shouldn’t be real.
Kim namjoon
“You’ve been unconscious for three days.”
Namjoon’s voice was deep and measured, but there was something beneath it—something almost… concerned? Victor—no, Taehyung—forced himself to stay composed. His instincts screamed at him to assess, to adapt.
Kim taehyung
“I… I don’t remember much.”
Namjoon studied him for a moment before sighing, running a hand through his neatly styled hair.
Kim namjoon
“It doesn’t matter. You’re safe now.”
Victor almost scoffed. The man before him was anything but safe. In the comic, Namjoon was a villain feared by many, a man who built his empire through ruthless decisions and strategic manipulations. But now, standing before him, Namjoon looked more like a father—a father who had nearly lost his son.
A flood of new memories surfaced in his mind. 🤔 Taehyung was a rookie actor, the heir to the Kim empire, and the protected son of a man feared by the underworld. And now, Victor was him.
Just then, another figure stepped into the room—tall, poised, with an air of quiet authority. Seokjin.
Kim seokjin
“You gave us quite the scare, Taehyung.”
Seokjin—Namjoon’s right-hand man, but also the one who had practically raised Taehyung. His expression was carefully neutral, but Victor could see the relief flickering behind his eyes.
Kim taehyung
“I… I guess I was lucky.”
Seokjin’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze scrutinizing.
Kim seokjin
“Lucky doesn’t explain how you collapsed on set with no prior illness or injury.”
Victor swallowed. 🤔 So that was how Taehyung had ended up here. He had collapsed while filming, and now Victor was in his body.
Namjoon cut through the silence.
Kim namjoon
“Enough. What matters is that Taehyung is back.”
As he locked eyes with Namjoon once more, he knew one thing for sure.
Kim taehyung
🤔 This world may see him as the villain, but I need to find out the truth.
Because if fate had brought him here, then there was a reason. And he was going to uncover it—no matter what it took.
author
“Thank you for reading this chapter! Every twist, turn, and moment of this journey is crafted with love and excitement, and I’m thrilled to have you along for the ride. Your thoughts, theories, and feedback mean the world to me, so feel free to share them! Stay tuned for more action, mystery, and emotions in the next chapter. Until then, happy reading!”
Chapter 3: A New Reality
Taehyung—no, Victor—forced himself to stay calm as he adjusted to the weight of his new reality. Three days had passed since he woke up in this world, yet every time he looked in the mirror, the face staring back at him still felt foreign. The dark expressive eyes, the smooth skin, the delicate yet striking features—it was undeniably Taehyung. And yet, beneath it all, he was still Victor.
The morning sun spilled through the enormous windows of his penthouse, casting golden light over the pristine marble floors. The luxury surrounding him felt surreal. Back in his old life, survival had been his only concern—there was no time for silk sheets, expensive suits, or breathtaking city views.
A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. Before he could respond, Seokjin stepped in, carrying a tray with breakfast.
Kim seokjin
“You didn’t come down for breakfast, so I brought it here.”
Taehyung blinked at him. Seokjin’s presence was familiar yet strange. He had always been a composed, elegant figure in Reign of Shadows, the one who stayed at Namjoon’s side through everything. But in this world, Seokjin wasn’t just Namjoon’s right-hand man—he was Taehyung’s caretaker, the closest thing he had to family aside from his father.
Kim taehyung
“Thanks, Uncle Jin.”
Seokjin’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
Kim seokjin
“You haven’t called me that in a while.”
Taehyung hesitated. He didn’t have memories of how the original Taehyung acted around Seokjin, but he couldn’t afford to be careless. He needed to blend in. He offered a small, easygoing smile.
Kim taehyung
“Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought.”
Seokjin didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. He placed the tray on the bedside table, folding his arms as he studied Taehyung.
Kim seokjin
“You should rest today. You collapsed from exhaustion, and Namjoon doesn’t want you back on set until you’ve fully recovered.”
Kim taehyung
“I… I don’t remember much about my life before I collapsed,”
He admitted, deciding honesty was the best way to keep suspicion off him.
Kim taehyung
“Just a few things here and there.”
Seokjin’s expression softened slightly.
Kim taehyung
“I guess so. It’s frustrating, but I’ll manage.”
Before Seokjin could respond, the door opened again. This time, Namjoon entered. Unlike Seokjin, his presence was commanding, making the air in the room feel heavier.
Kim namjoon
“Seokjin, give us a moment.”
Seokjin shot Taehyung a look before nodding and leaving the room. As soon as the door shut, Namjoon sat on the chair across from him, hands steepled together. His gaze was unreadable.
Kim namjoon
[Kim Namjoon] “You’ve been acting different.”
Taehyung felt his heart skip a beat, but he forced himself to remain composed.
Kim taehyung
“I told Uncle Jin—I don’t remember much.”
Namjoon’s expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—concern? Doubt?
Kim namjoon
“I don’t believe in coincidences. You collapsed on set without warning, and now you’re… changed.”
Taehyung held his breath. Did Namjoon suspect something? Was it possible that this world had some kind of connection to his past life?
Kim namjoon
“You don’t have to tell me now,”
Namjoon finally said, leaning back.
Kim namjoon
“But if something happened to you, I want to know. I won’t ask twice.”
There was something in his voice—something that didn’t quite match the ruthless villain he was supposed to be. Concern?
Taehyung watched him carefully. The world saw Namjoon as a villain, but he was starting to wonder if there was more to the story.
As Namjoon stood and left the room, Taehyung made a silent promise to himself.
Kim taehyung
🤔“I need to find out the truth.”
author
“Thank you for reading this chapter! Every twist, turn, and moment of this journey is crafted with love and excitement, and I’m thrilled to have you along for the ride. Your thoughts, theories, and feedback mean the world to me, so feel free to share them! Stay tuned for more action, mystery, and emotions in the next chapter. Until then, happy reading!”
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