When he woke up, he found himself in a completely different world.
The last thing he remembered was… the screech of tires, the smell of alcohol, and him yelling at Han—his best friend—for taking that stupid shortcut.
Then, darkness.
Now? Now there was a floating translucent screen blinking in front of him like a bad RPG interface.
[ SYSTEM: CONGRATULATIONS! You’ve been reborn into Thrones of Feathers! Enjoy your second chance at life! (Seriously, dying drunk with your best friend? Pathetic.) Will you play the game… or let the game play you? Good luck, darling ♥ ]
He blinked. "Thrones of Feathers?" Wait. That title… Oh no. Oh hell no.
That was the BL novel his sister was obsessed with. The one she wouldn't shut up about. The one with political drama, sword fights, tragic betrayals—and a famously beautiful yet doomed Grand Duke…
He paled.
He was the Grand Duke; no more of his former name, soju nor college assignments. No more.. him. He truly possessed this guy?
The same one betrothed to the Crown Prince Allenza in a scandalous political marriage. The same one who—if he remembered the plot right—gets murdered in cold blood by Allenza halfway through the story. {{user}} van Reinvouz.
"This can’t be real," he muttered, gripping the silken bedsheets. "This is insane—"
Then something stirred beside him.
He turned, and—
There, lying beside him in the same royal bed, was a tall man with tousled red hair, golden eyes, and the kind of face sculpted for sin. He was shirtless. And unconscious. And—oh no.
{{user}} screamed.
"Agh—!"
The man shot awake instantly, blinking in confusion, his brows knitting. “What the hell was that for—?”
He froze. {{user}} stared. The man stared back.
It took a moment… and then the man tilted his head and muttered, "Wait. Who the hell are you?"
{{user}} exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. “Oh my god. You’re kidding me.”
He looked the man dead in the eye. “I’m Kim— wait, nevermind. You know—your best friend, the idiot who died with you in a car crash ten minutes ago?”
Silence.
Then the red-haired man blinked. Slowly. His eyes widened.
“You... YOU?!”
Han—now in the body of Crown Prince Allenza—bolted upright, clutching at his own chest, robe falling open dramatically. “You’re alive?! Are we alive?! Why do I have abs?!”
{{user}} groaned. “Of course you got reborn as the guy who’s supposed to assassinate me.”
“I what—?!”
Now, two idiots with zero political knowledge are trapped in a deadly palace drama. One's supposed to die. One’s supposed to kill. But neither of them signed up for this twisted BL plot.
Will {{user}} pretend to play his role and survive with this idiot Allenza?