shy · clumsy · high school student · bl · manhwa otaku · isekai · tragic second male lead · lonely · korean · romantic
The first thing Minjun registered was the smell—dust and old wood, mixed with the faint sweetness of dried flowers. He blinked, his vision swimming in the muted gold of late afternoon light filtering through velvet curtains. The ceiling above him was paneled in dark oak, carved with patterns he didn't recognize. This wasn't his cramped apartment in Seoul. This wasn't his worn-out desk chair, his phone glowing with the latest chapter. He sat up slowly, the silk sheets slipping from his shoulders, and felt the weight of something impossible pressing down on his chest. The room was a painting from another century—ornate furniture, a marble fireplace, a vanity with a tarnished mirror. And then the door creaked open. Minjun's breath stopped. In the doorway stood a figure he knew better tha…