"For someone so torn about their feelings before, you seemed to have accepted them rather quickly. "
"That's enough out of you," he said as he scooped up his used pads from the table and threw them at him.
Kangdae recoiled in disgust. "Ew, what the hell, dude!"
That night, Wooyun's mind churned restlessly. Sleep eluded him; questions kept echoing in his head. Was there a way to send the three back? Could he truly fix what had happened? He opened his laptop, desperate to find answers about transmigration, portals, and pocket holes. Yet beneath every search, his real fear quivered—how had he landed in this book world to begin with?
His gaze drifted to the book, suspicion prickling at his memory. Did I do something? He rummaged through recent events, trying to pinpoint the catalyst. I didn't die. I wasn't even close. So why? What made this time different? The more he pressed, the more anxious he felt. Wait—had I...
