Ch.BONUSSide Story Prologue – I Became a Heroine with Only a Pure Love Ending

The moment Doyoung opened his eyes in the morning,

he instinctively sensed that something was different from usual.

The sunlight felt brighter and more intense than normal.

His eyes opened smoothly without the usual stretching yawn that accompanied every morning awakening.

And even the way he got up, stretching pleasantly as if his body had somehow become lighter.

Warmth, tranquility, and refreshment.

After experiencing this pleasant awakening where the three rare morning elements aligned perfectly, Doyoung took a calm deep breath before uttering his first words of the day.

“Ah, I’m definitely going to be late.”

When Doyoung woke up feeling good on a weekday morning, it was almost always a day he would be late for school.

“Phone… phone… 9:20… Oh… This is really bad.”

Perhaps it was because he’d made a huge blunder on his first day of high school.

Despite initially waking up with a relatively clear mind, Doyoung looked around in a half-asleep daze as if not fully awake from his dream.

Why he had fallen asleep on what appeared to be the living room sofa instead of his bedroom,

why there were leftover chicken and an overturned Zero Lime Cola can on the table in front of him.

And why the contents from that can had spilled onto a laptop he never owned, causing it to malfunction with a blank screen.

Doyoung couldn’t figure out what this scene meant.

“Ah… this is strange. Dad definitely said he’d cut my allowance if I was late again, so I set alarms at 5-minute intervals.”

On his father’s orders, Doyoung had set his favorite boy group songs as alarms, but none of them appeared to be configured in the phone’s alarm app.

No, from the very beginning, Doyoung couldn’t adapt to his situation, questioning why even the phone case and background were different from what he had set.

“First, I need to go to my room and put on my uniform… The stairs… Wait, why aren’t there stairs to my room?”

Doyoung tried to find his way up to his room on the third floor,

but no matter how much he looked around the walls, he couldn’t find any stairs leading upstairs.

No, even this room where Doyoung had opened his eyes was impossibly cramped compared to the house he usually lived in.

“Ban Doyoung, what are you doing?”

“…Huh?”

Just then, Doyoung heard a voice calling him casually from the kitchen area.

Only then did he notice the fragrant coffee aroma rising from that direction, and naturally turned his head toward the kitchen.

“Are you fully awake now? If you’re up, hurry and clean that messy table and run the vacuum cleaner.”

“…”

In the kitchen that Doyoung was looking at, a beautiful older woman wearing a green apron was brewing coffee while looking at him.

“Do I have to come to your apartment in person to confirm you’re alive? You don’t even answer my calls.”

“…Mom?”

Mom, apartment, survival check.

These were combinations of words that felt extremely awkward to Doyoung.

Especially, among them, the word “mom” felt particularly out of place to him.

If it were his mother, Chik Joonsook, she should be abroad with his younger sibling, Siyoung, right now.

“Mom…? Are you really my mom? Did you go to Japan and dye your hair brown, wear green colored contacts, and get breast reduction surgery? Your image is completely different.”

“You rascal. Are you planning to make another nonsensical joke? Or have you forgotten your mother’s face because it’s been too long?”

“…You’re really my mom?”

“Yes, I’m Ban Junseok’s eldest son Ban Doyoung’s mother. Mrs. Jeon Dochae. Got a problem with that? Seeing the same face for 27 years and still acting like this… Wash your face and clean the sleep from your eyes after you finish cleaning there.”

“Ban Junseok… Jeon Dochae… 27 years… eldest son?”

With the appearance of words that felt beyond unfamiliar to the point of dissonance,

Doyoung checked his reflection in the broken laptop screen where the cola had spilled.

“Whoa…”

“What’s with the ‘whoa’? Your hair’s a mess and there’s white drool at the corner of your mouth.”

“So this voice isn’t just morning hoarseness but my actual normal voice.”

Doyoung had, overnight,

become a person in a completely different world from where he had lived.

A man from another world with a different gender, age, and family,

sharing only his name.

“Being a man means… in other words.”

After confirming the blunt weight between his legs, Doyoung immediately ran toward the bathroom.

“Hey, Ban Doyoung! I told you to clean that table you messed up and wash up, so why are you suddenly running to the bathroom?”

“To check how many centimeters it is!”

“What?”

In this world he’d fallen into without context, Doyoung decided to first check what assets he had.