Hi, welcome to my boring life. Are you thinking why I called my life boring?

Because in my life, there is no romance, no fantasy, no thrill.

The only thing in my life is a shitty school, dumb classes, and me.

My name is Grace, and I’m studying in 12th grade.

Guess what? My life is just full of shitty things and an unlucky aura I have.

The only interesting thing I do is read comics.

My standards are too high—that’s why I’m single and never go into a relationship.

How sad it is…

After I come back from that shitty school, I read a romantic comic named Love Me Like I Do and go, “Wow, what a handsome guy he is.”

I shout out loud, “Thank God no one isHome ".

“What was this… a BL romance? I never saw that coming!”

Actually, I had never read a BL (Boys’ Love) romance before. Not because I was against it, but because they always had so many freaking twists.

And well, I am a schoolgirl—shouldn’t I stay in my limits?

But... I ended up reading one episode. Just one.

Why? Because the both leads were so damn handsome. I mean, how could I resist?

The story wasn't too great in the end—kinda average—but the visuals? Good God. I just stared at their faces and sighed.

"Ugh... why wasn't I born in a manhwa like this?" I mumbled to myself.

Then I rolled over and told myself to shut up and go to sleep.

"That’s impossible anyway,” I whispered with a laugh.

The lights were off, and I slowly drifted into my dreams—far away from this dull, grey world I lived in.

I didn’t like my real life. No excitement, no spark. Just boring days passing by.

That’s why I prayed,

"Hi God… please let me go live in a dreamy world instead of this cruel one."

Next Day

“Ugh… how much time is it?”

I groaned, slowly waking up. My whole body ached like I’d been hit by a truck. “I don’t want to go to that shitty school,” I mumbled. “Mom! I’m not going to school today!”

But instead of my mom’s voice, a soft knock came from the door.

A lady walked into my room.

Wait—was she even a lady?

She was a really pretty girl, wearing a super cute school uniform. Her voice was soft as she leaned in and gently said,

> “Ella, wake up! We’re already late!”

I blinked.

“W-What...? Did she just call me Ella?”

That’s not my name. I’m not Ella!

I sat up, confused. This had to be a dream. I was sure of it. A strange, vivid dream... but something about it felt different.

And then… just like that...

It ended.

Very suddenly. Very quietly.

I hope you like it stay with me and see what happens to grace 😘😘

Thankyou so much

“Ella! Are you not up yet? Wake up!”

A girl’s voice echoed as she pushed me out of bed.

“Yeah… okay.”

What? I blinked in confusion.

What is happening?

I sat up, panic settling in.

This isn’t a dream... it’s real.

I was really transported into a manhwa.

Still dazed, I got up and rushed to the washroom to check my reflection.

There she was—me, but not really me.

I stared at the girl in the mirror.

My hair was long, flowing, and jet black. My skin looked flawless, and my eyes—sharp, brown, and glowing. I looked beautiful, elegant, unreal.

WTF.

Why do I look like this? Why am I so… perfect?

I tried to recall the comic. Which one was it? There were so many I’d read, especially when I was bored or sad. I didn’t remember reading one with a character named Ella...

Wait. Who am I supposed to be here? And why do I look like the lead??

“This is bad…” I muttered, pacing. “If I don’t figure out which manhwa this is, I won’t know the plot. I won’t know who to trust—or how to survive.”

It felt like a test.

A story.

But one where the stakes were suddenly very real.

I got ready and headed to school—actually, I just followed the girl who kept calling me Ella.

I didn’t even know her name, but I could tell from her uniform that she was my classmate.

She finally introduced herself.

Her name was Sena.

In this world, I was apparently studying in 12th grade again—same as before.

Wait… am I really in the same class, in the same world I left? Why was I reincarnated here? What’s the twist?

→ At School

Wow… the school structure was nice—big, clean, and kind of fancy. I was given a new admission letter, and Sena told me she was in the same class as me.

So, I did what anyone in a manhwa would do: walked into the classroom, introduced myself politely, and started my “new school life.”

It all felt way too easy.

Too smooth.

WTF.

Nothing is ever this easy.

In all those fantasy worlds, something always goes wrong. Plot twists. Enemies. Drama.

Plenty of girls dream of this, right? But now… I’m the one stuck inside a BL manhwa I barely even remember reading!

I only knew a bit of the plot…

So why me?

And why this one of all stories?

Was this really happening to me?

Just a few hours ago, I was questioning reality. Now, here I was—fully enrolled in class like everything was completely normal.

“Ella, all the best!” Sena cheered, giving me a thumbs up. “I knew you could do it! I’m in another class, okay? Bye!”

And just like that, she vanished as my class began.

“Okay! Sure…” I muttered, trying to sound confident.

I stepped inside the classroom.

“Hello everyone, I’m Ella Thomas,” I said nervously. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The teacher smiled warmly.

> “Everyone, welcome Ella to our class. Please help her adjust and make her feel comfortable.”

Then she turned to me again.

> “Ella, you can sit in the middle row, just beneath the window.”

“Okay! Thank you, ma’am.”

I walked over, sat down, and looked around.

That’s when I saw something—

someone—on my left. And someone else on my right.

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"Wait... have I seen him before? These two are... Oh my God, it's a BL romance!"

I was trapped in a BL story. What life wants me to be, and what the rules are—mine definitely got messed up.

The only thing I knew about them was their names. The left one was jihun kang, with black hair and good height. He looked like a typical bad boy—cool, confident, and maybe even a bully.

And then there was me: the weak and new student.

"God, please don’t let him bully me right now."

And to my right stood Yuri, with red hair, great height, and the aura of a sports boy. I don’t know anything more, except now I’m stuck between these two.

They’re clearly the main leads of the story, and I’m just a side character.

They’ll probably fall in love.

"God, I don’t want anything to do with this. Let things go on their 'right path' without me.

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– Recess Time

"Ella, now is class recess."

"Good!"

"Let's go to the cafe area. I’m very hungry!"

"OK," I said.

We go to the café area, and that's when we heard a voice:

"Please leave these dishes. We’ll take care of it."

Nothing’s better than when we go and take food ourselves and sit in chairs.

"Wow, so delicious," snna said.

"Ella, you look too much funny the way you eat," she added, laughing.

I blush and reply, "Shut up, snna."

I smile and start eating my food again.

The food was too good.

A girl came near me. She had so much makeup on her face.

“Is makeup even allowed in school?” I thought.

Who cares? I was enjoying my food, yum.

"Heh, you fatty."

I looked up.

"Who is 'fatty'? Since you don’t talk to me, right?"

"Heh, I talk to you."

"Yes, we talk. But after recess, because I’m eating right now. Bye. See you later."

I smiled and went back to eating my food.

She paused.

Then suddenly—

"You little b*tch! How dare you insult me?!"

She slapped my plate off the table. It crashed to the ground.

Every student’s eyes turned to us.

The whole cafeteria fell silent

"Don’t You Know Who I Am?"

“Calm down, Grace. Don’t get angry… just calm down,” I whispered to myself.

“It’s your first day. Don’t pick a fight… just walk away.”

I quietly head toward the exit, trying to ignore the stares.

But—

“Hey! Don’t you listen? How dare you insult me! Don’t you know who I am?!”

Her voice echoed across the cafeteria.

I stopped and turned slowly.

“Wait. Calm down, Grace.”

She doesn’t even know that wasn’t my fault. She was doing that first to me…

I placed my hand on her shoulder and looked her dead in the eyes.

“Why did you throw my food?”

“Huh?! What are you saying?” she snapped back.

I took a deep breath.

“Stop saying nonsense. Don’t do this again. I’ll forgive you this time... but not next time.”

My voice was calm, but my glare was ice cold.

She froze.

I turned and walked out toward the café exit.

Snna followed behind me.

“Come with me,” she said.

And we left together.

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meet in next chapter 😘😘