Imagine a fifteen-year-old young and naive girl who feast on CEO romance novels, suddenly got inspired and wrote a novel. She packed it them with piping hot handsome guys, mafia, action, mystery, and the romance girls her age daydream about.
Then reality hits in, exams and club activities swamped her. The silly girl kept it aside, intending to resume but she soon forgot all about. Days, weeks, months and years quickly passed by. Before she knew it, twelve years has changed the silly girl she was once.
Mature? Check!
Beautiful? Check!
Professional? Check!
Savings? Check!
Love life? (cough*cough*)
Naive as she was, she believed in the responsible female secretary and cold yet CEO trope, influencing her to take business management and graduated even as a the top scorer of the class. Well, she did became a female secretary but reality smacked her once more when her boss turned out out to be a nice and marriedmiddle-aged woman who always urged her to get a boyfriend.
Ahem, let's not talk about it. Romance didn't promote world peace or solve global warming, right???
Anyway, the girl had a best friend slash roommate in university who loves borrowing things without returning. And after all their years of friendship, she called out of the blue.
"Oh my, oh my! Who would know that beneath a Soyeon-unnie cold exterior lies an innocent girl's heart?" she teased without mercy.
"PWAHAHAHA!!!!! NOW THIS IS PUUURRE GOLD!!!! I'LL TELL THE GIRLS!!! Good things should be shared, bye!!"
I just stared at the screen of my laptop. I stared at it again, silently and desperately wishing the end of the world comes . I curled at the bed, closed and opened my eyes, only to prove once more that reality still rule this dimension.
I was fifteen, I'm sorry. Don't judge me.You've got anything against that? NOOO!!! It was the pits, my dark history but I was only fifteen, just starting to differentiate between the bees and the birds!
I don't what I ate or drank at that time, making a mafia and romance novel. I just suddenly want it and perhaps not anymore. A little bit weird since I was the type of person who'd finish everything through everything I started. My friends call me responsible if they're feeling kind and stubborn as a pig when they don't.
The Three Faces of Park Hana. A girl who lived a normal life suddenly thrown to the world of mafia, of blood and guns. Not that she didn't belong there but it's where she is from. Due to her trauma, her personality splitted into three: Hana, the innocent and joyful one, Honey, the sexy unnie, and the main personality, No. 001.
I didn't read the file, I stared at it and the plot, characters just crammed back into my brain. A throbbing pain spreads in my head . Vertigo, nausea, dizziness hit me like a wave.
It hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt hurtsIt.....
Everything around blurred in gray and flashes and the pain continued to throb in a higher intensity.
Strangely, despite the pain I smiled . So this it? I definitely wished my dark history washed away but not this. Maybe this is why they said life is too short, because of lingering regrets we have at the end. Everyone else got hit by trucks, shot in the head, stabbed, a patient of cancer or disease while I died after cringing from my dark history. Just like my friend, I would probably laugh my ass off if the person who's dying here wasn't me. Right.
Hey! To anyone out there if I die , would you please reincarnate me somewhere with hot, sizzling guys... Tall, dark, handsome...Let this unnie catch a young puppy... Here lies beautiful Kim Soyeon, signing off...
Then the world turned into pitch dark.
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"Shibal... I'm late." A young woman suddenly sat on her bed. She groggily grabbed a black eyeglasses by the table near her bed, only to realize that her vision wasn't clearing. She frowned and took it off. Her vision cleared immediately.
"Did I, Kim Soyeon, just got kidnapped last night and was given a LASIK treatment?" she wondered out loud. " Or maybe a passing mysterious being saw the goodness of my heart and rewarded me with good eyesight?"
Her face crumbled. "Or hidden camera prank? Now, that's way more realistic. I'm pretty sure, somewhere out there my so-called close friends are laughing their asses off. " Soyeon got off the bed and stretched. She felt strangely refreshed, like she was ten younger. Her cellphone rang. Seeing that it was her friend from last night, she answered it.
"Happy?" Soyeon asked sarcastically. " I know you're hiding out there somewhere and laughing watching me. But hey, thanks for the free eye treatment. Now what?"
"Nah, I just want to complain."
Soyeon's eyebrows furrowed. "Complain for what?"
"This world you made,don't you think it's too biased to your named characters? I feel pity for the extras, they look like shrimps compared to them."
"What are you talking about?"
"You like reading novels, don't you? You, the author, didn't get transmigrated, isekai'd, or reincarnate, it's just your world and that world you made merged. And by the way you just aged fourteen years younger.
Later a black limousine will come and fetch you to study at Fleur de Lis Academy. Surprise! Why don't you praise me for an explanation well-done, Soyeon-unnie~"
"Soyeon-unnie~~~ Fighting~~"
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I always wanted to be a writer. I've always put it off, delaying it for days, then weeks and it turned to months. It just came to me that if I can't bring my characters to life, people who I love imagining about, it will be another regret for me. Wish me luck 🙏.
By the way, English isn't my native language so I apologize for any mistakes and I'm not from Korea either. Just someone who absorb web novels everyday...