What in the tarnation is going on?!

::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::

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