Mornings were cold in February. Much colder than my body was used to. Every morning was a struggle. A battle between myself.

Waking up was uncomfortable.

I'd much rather stay wrapped in my sheets and blankets that smell like a mixture of lavender and vanilla.

But alas life is never so kind to the good, I still had yet to adjust to moving here to Seoul.

My apartment is a bit small but I'd do anything to get a 'change of scenery' from that hell hole.

After a couple seconds of inner turmoil, I shed the covers and groggily stretch my joints as my feet hit the floor and my eyesight comes into focus.

Usually it takes about three steps from my bed to the bathroom. Space is a premium in this city, and I am paying a small fortune for this tin box.

Today's trip …. takes a bit longer though.

3 Steps

4 Steps

5 Steps

The room seems to just go on and on and on.

Feeling something amiss. I pause and take a second, I snap my head from side to side.

'This isn't my room!'

This place is something straight out of a house and home magazine. A Palatial estate if you will. Huge windows, high ceilings , a walk in closet, modern colours, designer furnishing, and a picturesque view of the city skyline.

'Where am I?' I ask myself as I start to get my bearings

Did I drink too much last night?

Sh**, I only had one glass. I can't be such a lightweight, can I?

Was I drugged?!

Wait don't tell me!

This setting, this scenario is strangely familiar.

Is this the typical web novel cliche of: "I got drunk and taken advantage of by a black-bellied CEO" My rich best friend stole my girlfriend and the CEO whom I've slept with will become pregnant; A tragic event then occurs forcing me to spend years abroad not knowing about my child, only to return later for vengeance and meeting my child and his mother while not knowing it is them!

Thinking logically, by the look of this place, whoever I slept with must be pretty loaded?

Did I just hit the jackpot?

Dylan, if we play this right, we're going to be set for life. You deserve her mone-... Uhhmmm I mean, as a man you have to take responsibility for your actions right?

Right! Mission Confirmed: Find the rich lady and seduce her.

*Cough Cough*

"Oh Dearest!? Where are you?

"Come out, come out wherever you are!"

I begin a sweep of my surroundings and see no sign of anyone else.This place doesn't feel like a home it's eerily empty.

As I am about to give up on this mission and leave. I spot the picture of some good-looking guy at mantle of the fireplace.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Anything but Yaoi, please author-nim!"

"Spare me from the torment, I beg of thee."

"At least he's handsome..."

"Hey! Who said that? Come out right now!"

Hold up!... that's...

Me.

Yes, the goodlooking teenager. Is me!?

You know the saying "Rich chicks are always hotter than poor chicks", I seem to finally understand what that means.

I have always been good-looking but the man in the picture, although still recognisable clearly has an aura of wealth. It's as if I had undergone some sort of upgrade.

If I had to grade myself now, I'd say I was a 11/10. It wouldn't be strange seeing this face on a billboard.

Even though I feel it's unfair not to share it with the world. My eyes are hazel and my skin has that healthy glow that just looks like I spent a lot on skincare, you know? I'm still slim, but not lanky like I was before; my body resembles that of an Olympic swimmer, shredded and defined.

My looks always earned the envy and ire from my classmates or 'siblings' but the way I look now would for sure cause even gods and devils to grow jealous.

B-But what is a picture of me, doing here?

Did I get the genre wrong?

'Is this not the black-bellied CEO but ... the legendary transmigration?'

'Hell's yeah!'

'Oh, Divine Being! Deity responsible for this miracle! I don't know why you have chosen me, but thank you for this blessing! TT'

And just like that in the span of a few moments, like the protagonist that I am, I decided to accept my new reality, no matter how crazy it may be.