Transmigration

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Recap :

Screech!

The car jerked violently. Hyun Soo lurched forward, caught off guard. Taehyung’s reflexes kicked in, his arm instinctively shielding her.

“What the hell?” Taehyung snapped, his voice sharp.

The driver cursed, gripping the wheel tightly, "Sir, there's a---"

CRASH!

A blinding impact. The world spun. Metal twisted. The sharp scent of burning rubber and gasoline filled the air.

Darkness swallowed them whole.

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The morning sun cast a golden glow over the prestigious university campus, illuminating the towering buildings and well-manicured lawns. Students bustled about, some chatting animatedly, others rushing to their morning classes. The air was filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee from a nearby café, and the distant sound of laughter and footsteps echoed through the open courtyard.

A sleek black car was parked near the entrance, its windows tinted to conceal its passenger. Inside, a man sat motionless, his breathing steady yet his brows furrowed slightly as if lost in thought.

Taehyung’s eyelids fluttered open, his gaze meeting the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar interior of the car. His hands instinctively clenched against the smooth leather seat beneath him. A dull ache pulsed in his head, fragments of memory flashing—bright headlights, the screeching of tires, the sharp impact of metal against metal. His heart pounded. The accident.

Yet, he felt no pain. No wounds. Only a strange dissonance, as if something was terribly off. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached up, touching his face—his face, yet not quite. A quick glance at his reflection in the car window confirmed it. Same face. But... something was different.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of gasps and hushed whispers outside.

"Did you see that?!"

"Oh my god, Park Jimin just bumped into Min Yoongi!"

Through the car window, Taehyung turned his gaze toward the commotion. In the middle of the campus grounds, two figures stood frozen. A boy with delicate features, fair skin, and wide, startled eyes was backing away, flustered. Opposite him stood another young man with sharp, chiseled features, his dark eyes unreadable, towering over the smaller figure.

Min Yoongi.

The campus was buzzing.

"Tch, that poor scholarship kid is trying to fish for attention again."

"Seriously? He acts all innocent, but I bet he planned it."

"Well, he is pretty enough to attract anyone, even someone like Min Yoongi."

"Don't be stupid. Min Yoongi would never fall for a nobody."

Not everyone was cruel. Some students whispered in defense.

"Hey, that was an accident. He didn’t do it on purpose."

"Yeah, Park Jimin works hard for his scholarship. Stop making baseless assumptions ."

Taehyung exhaled deeply, his fingers tightening against his knee as realization set in.

He had transmigrated. Not just anywhere. He was inside his sister’s BL novel.

Of all the places and possibilities, fate had thrown him straight into her fictional world.