Ch.201Side Story – I Became a Heroine with Only a Pure Love Ending (1)

“Oh, 18. Is that considered big? It seems similar to the size of Dad’s that I saw when I was young.”

Doyoung headed to the bathroom and checked his position between the transparent tile wall and the mirror.

Naturally, the first people he compared himself to were his dad, Bandoche, and his older brother, Ban Solyoung. He was familiar with them since he had seen them up close, and besides those two, there wasn’t really anyone else to compare with.

Of course, even with those two, there hadn’t been occasions to encounter that part up close since Doyoung entered adolescence.

“It’s not as cumbersome as I thought.”

After all, Doyoung had to carry quite a burden when in his original body too. The male body felt lighter rather than uncomfortable.

When he didn’t feel as awkward as he had expected, his interest in his changed body naturally shifted from the lower half to the upper half—more precisely, above the shoulders.

Seeing his prominent Adam’s apple moving as he spoke and his mouth producing a deep voice that resonated even without effort, he truly felt that he had become Ban Doyoung, a man.

“The face… isn’t bad, actually?”

Indeed, a face worthy of the name Ban Doyoung. Doyoung nodded while looking at the male Ban Doyoung’s face.

Of course, compared to Doyoung, who had been called the “Goddess of Busa Middle School” since middle school and was known as the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood, or his brother Solyoung, who was called “Busa High’s Cha Eunwoo” and lived with the daily squeals of female students, it felt slightly lacking. But that was only because they had inherited their mother Junsook’s genes so deeply that people’s standards were too high.

“To have this level of looks without Ms. Chuk Junsook’s genes. Not bad, Mr. Ban Doyoung.”

“What are you doing in front of the mirror? Are you dissatisfied with your face?”

“No, it’s not bad, actually. I’d say it passes.”

“Why are you talking like a third-party evaluator?”

Doyoung carefully observed the face of Mrs. Jeon Dochae, who was standing at the bathroom door looking at her son with an incredulous expression.

“Why, why… what? Is there something on your face, Mom?”

“No, just. I think I understand where Ban Doyoung got this face from, so I was nodding in approval, Madam.”

“This kid… look at him trying to weasel out of cleaning. Stop with the nonsense and take a shower while you’re in there! I’ll clean up the mess out here!”

“Thank you, pretty Mom.”

“Stop with the sweet talk and just go shower already!”

Following his mom’s words, Doyoung took off his hoodie and got into the shower. He decided to scrub the unfamiliar parts especially thoroughly to check out his changed body.

“But Doyoung, why are you home at this hour? Isn’t today a workday?”

“…Ah.”

It was only after some time had passed that he learned the male Ban Doyoung had been fired from his company just the day before.

…

On Sunday morning of the week Ban Doyoung became Ban Doyoung, he was dragged by his mother Dochae to a small church near their family home.

“Ah, Madam. I won’t run away even if you don’t drag me like this.”

“Stop talking and follow me. How could you not tell Mom and Dad that you lost your job?”

“Ugh… I didn’t even realize I was fired. I was more focused on what was newly attached than what I lost.”

“This kid is talking nonsense because I woke him up early. Mom won’t say anything about you taking time off work, but while you’re resting, stay at home and come to service with me. Got it?”

“Hmm… no wonder this world’s Ban Doyoung doesn’t come home…”

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

Over the past few days, Doyoung had learned roughly what kind of person the Ban Doyoung he was possessing was, based on information left in his studio apartment.

His name was Ban Doyoung, same as his own.

He was a 27-year-old man, 10 years older than himself.

His birthday was September 6th, strangely the same as Doyoung’s.

He had been laid off from his company and the very next day, Doyoung found himself inhabiting this body.

/So recommend some anime or manga to watch while collecting unemployment/

/OMG I’m so jealous sex/

/Ban Doyoung this guy is looking for anime right after getting fired lolw/

/Check out “Half of the Peninsula.” It’s good./

Judging from the chat history where he was cheerfully asking friends about manga or webtoons to read after losing his job, Doyoung could infer that the original Ban Doyoung had a free-spirited personality much like his own.

And above all else, what caught Doyoung’s attention was the webtoon called “Half of the Peninsula” that the original male Doyoung had mentioned.

/The main character has the same name as you, which is interesting/

/Lol I thought of you while reading it too/

/Oh sweet, the immersion is top-notch/

A work featuring a protagonist with the same name. And based on the circumstances, Doyoung had fallen into this world the day after reading that work.

Doyoung naturally thought that the reason he ended up here must be related to “Half of the Peninsula.”

However, when Doyoung searched for “Half of the Peninsula” on his phone, he couldn’t find any webtoon with that title anywhere. This was strange considering it seemed quite popular based on the conversation between the male Doyoung and his friends.

In fact, there was no mention of “Half of the Peninsula” anywhere except in the conversation between the male Doyoung and his friends.

Half of the Peninsula…?

Perhaps such a webtoon never existed in the first place.

As if the world was trying to tell him so.

Doyoung couldn’t reach “Half of the Peninsula.”

Nevertheless, it was clear that “Half of the Peninsula” was related to both Doyoungs. Although he didn’t yet know what the trigger was, perhaps there was some secret in the laptop that had broken down after having Zero Lime poured on it.

With that thought, Doyoung took the broken laptop to a nearby service center for repair. Fortunately, there was plenty of money in the bank account. Ban Doyoung’s money is my money now, after all.

‘I guess I’ve possessed the body of a Ban Doyoung from another world. I don’t know much, but this webtoon “Half of the Peninsula” seems to be the key that allowed me and this Ban Doyoung to switch places.’

It was a common setting in manga, novels, and recently popular dramas.

Isekai possession. Doyoung sensed that he was experiencing one of those clichés where you can’t return to your original world until certain conditions are met.

However, without being able to access “Half of the Peninsula,” he couldn’t even know what his goal was.

Therefore, Doyoung decided to adapt to life as this world’s Ban Doyoung for now, trying not to make others suspicious with odd behavior.

“Hello, brothers and sisters of Chansaem Church. Let’s all gather to praise the Lord at this time. Unless you’re feeling unwell, shall we all stand up while we sing?”

“What are you doing, Ban Doyoung? The worship leader, Brother Ahn Seongryeong, is asking everyone to stand up. Get up.”

“Ban Doyoung is having his period at the beginning of the month… oh, I’m a man now. Do men have similar painful times? Like wet dream pains or something?”

“Stop fooling around and stand up…!”

And now Doyoung, possessing the body of the perfectly unemployed Ban Doyoung, had been semi-forcibly brought back to his family home as the son of Mrs. Jeon Dochae to attend the Sunday service he had been avoiding.

During college, he had skipped church saying it was too far from campus, and after getting a job and living independently, he had used fatigue as an excuse. But now, with no affiliations, Doyoung had no excuse to offer.

“Flowers… clouds… cancer—ah, wind. Damn, it’s hard enough to sing, they should change the lyrics faster.”

Trying to sing church hymns he had never sung before, in a male pitch he had never used before, was more than awkward. The PPT that didn’t change despite missing lyrics was just the cherry on top.

In his female days, he had been praised not just for his pretty face but also for his excellent singing skills.

It seemed the male Doyoung’s body didn’t have much talent for singing. That discrepancy made the already awkward worship service even more unbearable.

“Still… the piano sounds nice. Even though I don’t know any of the songs.”

The only consolation was the warm and gentle piano accompaniment that came through between the praise songs and worship. It was a shame that he had to stand up to listen to this delicate accompaniment that made him feel like falling into a deep sleep.

“At this time, let’s pray together. Please be seated.”

Finally, as the praise ended, Doyoung quietly sighed as he sat down, folding his stiff legs and placing his bottom on the chair.

After all the praise ended and the praise team and band members retreated one by one, only the piano sound that Doyoung found satisfying in this service remained, continuing to accompany those in prayer.

‘I wonder who’s playing this piano.’

It was a time when he should have been praying with his eyes closed, but Doyoung’s interest was directed not toward prayer but toward the source of the accompaniment that had been tickling his ears throughout the prayer.

It was only natural to be drawn to the sound that provided the only comfort in a space where everything else was utterly uncomfortable.

“…”

“…”

In that brief moment when he opened his eyes to look toward the piano, Doyoung’s gaze met with a woman who was quietly playing the piano.