Chapter 2: I Am Trash

First, I decided to get the situation straight.

I was definitely sleeping face-down on a table in the library, so why was I lying on a white bed?

And who was this pale, adorable-looking young man beside me, sniffling so loudly?

Even as I wondered about it, I secretly peeked at the crying young man through narrowed eyes.

His appearance was something else.

He was wearing an enormous white shirt that exposed one entire shoulder, and his skin was incredibly pale.

And that shirt he was wearing…

No matter how I looked at it, wasn’t that the so-called boyfriend shirt?

It was so oversized that it seemed to cover his entire body.

His lower body was hidden beneath a thin white blanket, but even through it, I could make out his slender legs.

If he was only wearing underwear underneath, then those milk-white legs peeking out from between the sheets would probably mesmerize just about anyone.

On top of that, he was wiping away clear tears with his white hand…

His reddened eyes looked unbelievably innocent, and when I looked at his whole body, he seemed like a sexy angel—

No.

I was literally reciting the exact same descriptions I’d read in the novel earlier.

At that moment, goosebumps ran all over my body.

Without realizing it, I opened my eyes.

And—

Gasp.

I made eye contact with an unbelievably beautiful young man.

“Se-senior…?”

Perhaps because I’d reacted so dramatically, the pretty boy seemed even more startled.

Wait.

What had he just called me?

“Senior?”

“Senior, are you okay?”

While I stared at the pretty boy in shock, he approached me and reached out his hand.

Even his approaching hand was slender and white as snow.

He was seriously beautiful.

But here’s the thing.

Why was this beautiful kid coming toward me?

And I was a loner and poor, so I didn’t have a junior this pretty.

I didn’t have a bed this enormous either…

But then again.

I had definitely fallen asleep, and if I really was that, that, that senior…

“He’s the sweet potato.”

“Yes? What does that mean…? Senior, why have you been acting strange? Are you feeling sick?”

The white, beautiful boy eventually came right up beside me and examined me with concern.

Even though this was a dream, I was dumbfounded by the protagonist’s behavior.

While reading the novel, I’d been so frustrated by the protagonist’s dense personality that I thought my insides were going to explode.

And now, even though the body I’d apparently entered belonged to the person who had kidnapped and imprisoned him, he was once again coming over to worry about me.

I couldn’t tell anymore whether I was supposed to call him kind or stupid.

Besides, with this pretty boy right beside me…

Maybe it was because he was a character from the novel.

He really was heavenly beautiful, exactly as described.

He was beautiful enough that I could almost understand why that lunatic had fallen for the protagonist and become insanely obsessed with him.

His hair and eyes were pitch-black, as though they’d been dyed with black ink, while the rest of his body was incredibly white.

His eyelashes were ridiculously black and long.

His fingers were pretty.

His toes were pretty.

There wasn’t a single unattractive part of him.

His entire body was practically the embodiment of a creature blessed by God.

If I were the protagonist’s lover, I might have become a lunatic obsessed with him too.

In fact, he was so beautiful that it was almost miraculous he’d managed to grow up without suffering some horrible incident.

At this level of beauty, whether he was a sweet potato, an idiot, or anything else, I felt like I could forgive him for everything.

“Did you have a nightmare, senior?”

As he looked up at me and gently stroked my body, I felt like I could forgive the protagonist even if he suddenly strangled me to death while shouting, ‘Why did you lock me up?!’

I couldn’t believe I was actually getting to meet this protagonist.

‘This must be a dream!’

I reached my conclusion surprisingly quickly.

‘Of course.’

‘There’s no way a beauty this heavenly could actually exist in this world.’

I was impressed by my own ability to reach a conclusion so quickly.

I’d been reading the book right before falling asleep, after all.

And the book I’d used as a pillow alongside my major textbook was the unreturned copy of .

That must have been why I was having this dream.

And judging by the fact that I was currently in a bed…

It seemed that the owner of this body had already been keeping the protagonist imprisoned for quite some time.

‘Su-surely he hasn’t already done anything to him?’

‘He’s a minor!’

“Um, Ha-min?”

Damn, this piece of trash.

Even his voice was nice.

“Yes, senior? Are you okay?”

Come to think of it, our protagonist’s voice was ridiculously sweet too.

I’d never actually heard the voices of mermaids, rolling jade beads, or singing nightingales, but his sweetness seemed to combine every beautiful tone imaginable.

He was eighteen.

Had his voice really not changed yet?

As expected, protagonist privilege.

“Th-the thing is… p-perhaps… did I…?”

“What?”

My voice trembled like crazy as I tried to get the words out.

f*ck.

How was I supposed to ask, with my own mouth, ‘Did the owner of my body sexually assault you?’

And even if it really had happened, how could I ask a victim something like that?

Not only was my voice shaking every time I tried to speak, but my heart was pounding like mad.

My face felt hot, so although I couldn’t see it, I was sure it had turned bright red.

“Th-the thing is… d-did I…?”

“Did you?”

“Did I… you know… did something happen between us?”

What the hell?

Was he really so innocent that he didn’t understand what I was asking?

And had the lunatic who owned this body really taken advantage of someone this innocent?

‘He’s seriously trash.’

Even in my dream, I was cursing out the lunatic as though I were still reading the novel.

Still, judging from his reaction…

Did that mean the body hadn’t gone that far yet?

“Ah…!”

Apparently, the protagonist finally understood what I’d meant.

His face turned red.

So red that the color spread from his face all the way down to his chest.

Against the white shirt, the flush stood out vividly, and he looked so striking that I felt like my nose might start bleeding.

‘No, he’s obviously giving off this pure, delicate vibe, so why does he keep looking so—’

‘Ahem!’

The protagonist’s lightly flushed appearance really did resemble a single delicate flower.

Or maybe a perfectly ripe fruit.

Either way, he was so ridiculously adorable and attractive that I wanted to bite him.

When he covered his face with both hands, his cheeks turned the color of peaches, making him look even more irresistible.

‘He probably tastes sweet if you lick him—’

No.

What was wrong with me?

I wasn’t a lunatic.

Why did I keep having these thoughts whenever I looked at the protagonist?

This perverted body was apparently incapable of controlling even my thoughts.

But seriously.

Judging by his reaction…

Had I already done something to him…?

“No, of course not.”

“There’s no way you would do something like that, senior.”

“You’re always considerate of me.”

Our beautiful protagonist said this while his entire body flushed red.

Ugh.

Even when he was misunderstanding everything like the biggest sweet potato imaginable, I had to admit it again.

He was unbelievably beautiful.

At least that was a relief.

Thinking back over the plot, I remembered that after the confinement had gone on for a while, the protagonist had cried and protested until the lunatic became enraged and things took a much darker turn.

I still couldn’t understand why the lunatic was the one getting angry when the protagonist was obviously the one being harmed.

“Could it be…”

“Did senior have a naughty dream?”

The protagonist puffed out his cheeks and glared at me as though saying, ‘Senior, you’re such a pervert.’

And somehow, that made him even cuter.

He looked like a squirrel with its cheeks stuffed full of acorns.

I had no idea what this kid ate to become so adorable.

Even his puffed-up cheeks were so lovable that I had to desperately resist the urge to poke them.

The owner of this body was the pervert.

Not me!

Fortunately, it seemed like we were still near the beginning of the novel, so things hadn’t progressed very far.

If we’d arrived even a little later in the story, we’d have crossed a point of no return.

Since the protagonist was still in the early stages of his confinement, it seemed like he’d suffered relatively little harm so far.

The timing of this dream couldn’t have been better.

If I could just wake up now, everything would be perfect.

‘Ahem, ahem.’

‘Still, as a normal citizen of South Korea, even if this is only a dream, I should probably give things a proper ending.’

While reading the novel, I’d felt sorry for this protagonist overflowing with ‘empty-headed charm.’

I’d also been incredibly frustrated with him.

And if the dream continued, I was curious about how the story might change.

Maybe because I’d spent the entire novel unable to relate to the protagonist and getting frustrated with him, I started wondering whether a normal ending might actually be possible instead of that ridiculous ending.

So, in the end, I decided to take the plunge.

“Ahem.”

“Ha-min.”

“I think I may have made a mistake.”

“I’m really sorry.”

At my words, the protagonist’s already-large eyes grew even rounder.

‘Goodness, he’s adorable.’

Then I decided to surprise him a little more.

“You can go home now.”

“Your grandmother must be worried about you.”

I tried my hardest to smile kindly.

Since this face was apparently handsome, I figured that if I smiled warmly, I would probably look incredibly charming.

If only the lunatic had tried seducing him gently from the beginning…

If he hadn’t gone completely off the rails and had simply continued being kind to the protagonist, perhaps the protagonist would have fallen for him pretty quickly.

Of course, then there wouldn’t have been a novel.

Haha.

But the protagonist’s reaction was rather strange.

He fidgeted awkwardly and flinched.

He trembled slightly, looking like a frightened hamster.

It made him unbelievably cute.

I smiled kindly once again and asked:

“Ha-min, what’s wrong?”

He suddenly looked startled and raised his eyes toward me.

Then he stared at me.

Ah.

Seriously cute.

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