The world around him grew dark, silent, and cold. His memories blurred, and slowly, his mind drifted into nothingness. He had no family to mourn him, no friends to hold his hand. Death greeted him like an old friend, a final escape from his lonesome existence.
But just as his consciousness faded completely, he felt a warmth — something unfamiliar yet soothing. Slowly, awareness seeped back into him. He blinked, his vision blurry but adjusting to the warm light spilling through an ornate window, casting a golden hue across the room. He tried to lift his hand, noticing its softness and unfamiliar strength.
With confusion thickening in his mind, he looked around. He was in a lavish bedroom, one that looked like it was pulled straight from a luxurious mansion. Silk sheets covered him, and his fingers brushed against expensive fabrics.
"Where am I?" he whispered, voice hoarse. But as he spoke, he was struck by the oddness of his voice. It was deeper, smoother, and completely unfamiliar.
Just then, a soft knock came at the door, and a young woman stepped in, her delicate features framed by long, dark hair and eyes that sparkled with affection. She looked at him with a smile so tender, it almost made his heart skip a beat.
"Darling, you're awake." Her voice was filled with relief, and she came to sit beside him, brushing a hand over his forehead with such warmth that it left him stunned.
He froze, his mind racing. This was his…wife? The pieces started coming together, memories and knowledge settling into his mind. He recognized her as Sae-jin, his wife, known for her beauty and elegance.
As he looked into her eyes, a new, eerie realization crept over him. He knew this life, knew this face. He'd read this story in one of those notorious manhwa series he had once skimmed through. His memories merged with the character's, filling him with an understanding of who he was now: Kang Jin-woo, the protagonist of a manhwa where everyone seemed to want a piece of him.
He was now living as the character, surrounded by beautiful women he would soon discover to be more than just a wife.
Kang Jin-woo blinked, staring up at Sae-jin, who sat beside him with a delicate smile. His thoughts raced as he tried to absorb his new reality. The sensation of her fingers tracing gently over his arm felt too vivid, too real for a mere dream.
Sae-jin's soft voice broke the silence, laced with concern. "You were in bed for two days. I was starting to worry… How are you feeling?"
"Uh… I'm fine," he replied, hesitant. His mind scrambled for words, but the memories of his past life clashed with this new knowledge, causing a wave of nausea to creep up. He took a deep breath to steady himself, looking at her closely. She was stunning, her beauty sharp enough to make him wonder if he was actually living the life of a character out of a manhwa. Her features were soft yet striking, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in perfect waves.
As he studied her, Jin-woo noticed how comfortable she seemed, like she truly belonged here, by his side. And in that moment, snippets of his new life flashed in his mind. He saw Sae-jin, graceful and devoted, but also felt a distant memory — a lingering sense of a hidden tension between them, something he couldn't quite place.
A series of quick footsteps down the hall grew louder, and before he could react, the door flung open. A young woman burst in, with a mischievous grin that brightened the room. She was petite but carried herself with an energy that contrasted sharply with Sae-jin's quiet elegance.
"Oh, oppa! You're finally awake!" she said, rushing over to the bed, her face beaming with excitement. Her hair was cut in a playful bob, and her eyes sparkled with an almost teasing glint.
Jin-woo's memory filled in the blanks: she was Hae-ri, his younger sister. Memories of her bratty antics and constant teasing flooded his mind, though there was always a strange closeness between them — perhaps a bit too close for comfort.
Hae-ri plopped herself at the foot of the bed, her gaze dancing between him and Sae-jin. "I told you he'd be fine, unnie. Oppa is too stubborn to go down that easily!" She shot him a sly grin, her gaze sharp and probing.
Sae-jin chuckled softly, glancing at Jin-woo before shaking her head. "Well, I'm still relieved," she said, her voice warm but tinged with something he couldn't quite decipher.
Trying to navigate this bizarre reality, Jin-woo forced himself to play along, nodding and offering a faint smile. But his thoughts kept spiraling back to the other characters he knew would be in this life, the complex web of relationships he was about to navigate.
As he sat up in bed, still gathering himself, yet another presence appeared in the doorway. This time, a mature woman entered with an air of authority that immediately silenced the playful banter. Her hair was styled elegantly, and she carried herself with the poise of someone used to command.
"Jin-woo," she said with a faint smile that seemed a bit too knowing. This was Seo-yun, his mother-in-law. Though beautiful and dignified, she had a calculating look in her eyes that made Jin-woo feel both intrigued and cautious.
"I'm glad to see you up and about," Seo-yun said, her voice soft but carrying an undertone of something he couldn't quite place. There was a subtle intensity to her that reminded him of the character's many hidden motives and agendas. She gave him a small smile, but her gaze lingered a moment too long.
Before he could respond, Seo-yun turned her attention to Hae-ri and Sae-jin. "Why don't you two go make some tea for Jin-woo? He'll need something to regain his strength."
They both nodded, Sae-jin giving Jin-woo's hand a final gentle squeeze before rising to leave with Hae-ri. The door closed, leaving Jin-woo alone with Seo-yun. He felt the air shift, her presence suddenly more intense as her gaze locked onto his.
"You must be wondering what happened," Seo-yun said, her voice smooth and almost soothing. "But don't trouble yourself too much. We'll take care of everything." She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead in an oddly intimate gesture.
His pulse quickened. Seo-yun's proximity, her lingering touch, and the slight curve of her lips as she studied him sent a shiver down his spine.
"Just remember, Jin-woo," she murmured, leaning in close enough that he could feel her breath, "no matter what happens, you are mine." She smiled, but her gaze held a dangerous gleam.
With that, she straightened, her composure flawless once again, and exited the room, leaving Jin-woo alone, his mind racing with a mixture of fear, intrigue, and reluctant excitement.
Kang Jin-woo sat alone in the spacious bedroom, his mind racing to process what he'd just experienced. Seo-yun's words echoed in his mind — *"You are mine."* It wasn't just her words but the way she said them, laced with a possessiveness that left him both unnerved and curious. He understood now that this wasn't just a peaceful, new life surrounded by beautiful women; it was a life woven with desires, hidden motives, and intricate power plays.
As he tried to calm himself, he heard light footsteps approaching the room. The door opened, and another woman entered. She was around his age, with a serene presence and a soft beauty that stood out in a different way from Sae-jin's elegance. Her warm eyes held a kindness, but also a depth of sorrow that intrigued him.
She gave him a small, timid smile. "Oppa… It's good to see you awake." Her voice was gentle, filled with an endearing shyness. This was Min-joo, his sister-in-law. She was known for her quiet nature, always in the background, as if hiding from the world.
Jin-woo felt a strange protectiveness toward her as memories filtered in. She had always looked up to him, someone who seemed to admire him in silence. Her vulnerability was a stark contrast to Seo-yun's confidence or Sae-jin's poise. The way she looked at him now felt… delicate.
"Min-joo," he said, her name rolling off his tongue easily. He wasn't sure what else to say, still grappling with how he should act around her.
She came closer, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. "Are you feeling alright? I-I mean, you looked… really unwell these past few days." Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, and she quickly glanced away, as if embarrassed by her own concern.
Jin-woo offered a reassuring smile, trying to play the part. "I'm fine now, thanks to everyone's care."
Min-joo visibly relaxed, her shoulders lowering as she let out a soft sigh. She hesitated for a moment, then reached into her pocket, pulling out a small charm bracelet and handing it to him. "I… made this for you," she whispered, looking away shyly. "For good luck."
Touched, Jin-woo accepted the bracelet, his heart softening at her gesture. "Thank you, Min-joo. I'll keep it with me."
A small, pleased smile appeared on her face, and she nodded, her eyes holding a glimmer of hope and relief. But before she could say more, Sae-jin and Hae-ri returned, carrying a tray with tea and some snacks.
Hae-ri set the tray down with a teasing grin, glancing between Min-joo and Jin-woo. "Am I interrupting something?" she asked, her voice filled with playful suspicion.
Min-joo's face flushed a deep red, and she quickly stepped back, mumbling something about needing to check on something else. She darted out of the room, leaving Hae-ri chuckling to herself.
Sae-jin shot Hae-ri a warning look before taking a seat beside Jin-woo again, pouring him a cup of tea with careful hands. "I hope you don't mind Hae-ri's teasing," she said, her voice gentle. "She's always been this way."
Jin-woo chuckled, finding some comfort in Sae-jin's presence. "I don't mind. It's… nice, actually."
Hae-ri snickered. "See, oppa appreciates me. I knew he would!"
Sae-jin sighed, but her smile softened as she handed him the tea. The warmth of the cup grounded him, and for a brief moment, he felt almost… content. But the memories of Seo-yun's intense words and Min-joo's shy affection lingered, making him realize just how complicated this life was about to become.
As he took a sip, Jin-woo noticed the subtle way Sae-jin was watching him. Her eyes held a mixture of love and curiosity, as if she could sense something had changed within him. Her hand reached out, lightly covering his own, and she gave him a gentle squeeze.
"Jin-woo," she murmured, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "I know things can be overwhelming sometimes… but remember, I'm here for you. Always."
The sincerity in her gaze touched him, but he couldn't ignore the feeling that there was more to her words than just concern. He forced a smile and nodded, allowing her to hold his hand.
But as he looked around the room, he realized that each of these women had their own part to play in this complex web of desire and secrecy. In this world, loyalty and love seemed to intertwine with control and manipulation.
And he was at the center of it all.