My Fictional Man
Prologue
At night, The rain was falling rapidly.
At the edge of a soundless town stood a two-story building—lonely and silent. Nearby, nobody could be seen around.
The chitter-patter of rainwater echoed on the pavement, creating a rhythmic sound.
A man in his early twenties was walking down the road—slowly, quietly, and occasionally limping. His eyes stared straight ahead without blinking, even as the rain poured.
His pale face was visible under the streetlight, and his red, sharp eyes shimmered with a million emotions.
He walked toward the building, opened the door, and stepped inside, his shoes muddying the floor.
His footsteps echoed through the empty building. Thunder rumbled above, shaking the silence.
In the hall, a fifteen-year-old boy opened his eyes. He rubbed them sleepily and looked at the clock. 2:00 a.m.
unknown
Hyungie… did you come?
He stood from the sofa, his feet touching the cold floor. A chill ran through his body. Slowly, he walked toward the door.
He reached the main door and saw it was open. Rainwater had seeped inside. His eyes followed the muddy footprints at the entrance. His breath caught in his throat. Panic surged. He ran upstairs.
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“Jiminie hyung! You came, right?!” he cried, approaching the room door.
With shaky hands, he slowly opened it—and froze.
Jimin was sitting on the bed, his clothes soaked, water dripping onto the floor, forming a trail. He looked up at his little brother and broke the silence.
Taehyung stepped forward slowly.
Taehyung (15 years )
Hyung…
Jimin
“I want to go on a trip,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Taehyung (15 years )
Trip?
Jimin
Yes… a very long trip.
He smiled—a fake smile, chilling and hollow.
Taehyung (15 years )
“Hyung, don’t leave,” He whispered. “I’ll come with you.”
Jimin looked at him, his smile fading.
Taehyung was about to nod—but stopped. His hyung’s eyes… they weren’t right.
Jimin
“You want to come?” He repeated, standing and walking toward him.
Taehyung (15 years )
Hyung… stop… you’re scaring me.
Jimin stopped mid-step. His eyes widened.
Jimin
“You fear me?” he whispered. “You… fear me?”
He screamed and smashed a vase to the ground. He began breaking everything in the room, his rage uncontainable. Then he collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
Jimin
“Taetae… Taetae, I’m scared,” he said, his body shaking. “I don’t know what to do…”
He crawled toward Taehyung and hugged him tightly.
Jimin
“Taetae… listen to me. We will—” He touched his own lips. “No… no… listen to hyung. Whatever happens… don’t—absolutely do not—trust anyone. Not even your shadow. Okay?”
Taehyung nodded, eyes wide with fear.
Jimin
“Don’t trust… don’t trust…” like a mantra, then look at his fragile brother.
He kissed Taehyung’s forehead and rested his brother’s head in his lap.
Jimin
Sleep with me tonight, okay?
He began to sing softly, tapping occasionally
Jimin
‘Taetae was a little boy, don’t be afraid of the big wide world…’
His sweet voice lulled Taehyung to sleep. Jimin looked at his little brother, tears welling in his eyes. He cried silently for hours, his eyes red and swollen.
Then, he took off his chain and placed it around Taehyung’s neck.
His gaze fell on the broken vase. He stared at a shard for a long time, then picked it up with trembling hands.
Jimin
“Sor-ry… sorry… please forgive me…” he whispered, closing his eyes tightly.
Then he slit his wrist. Red blood slid from the wound.
He looked at Taehyung one last time, his vision blurring, and collapsed beside him.
Morning came with light rain. Sunlight peeked through the windows, falling on Taehyung’s face.
He stirred, his fingers twitching in a sticky liquid. He frowned, then opened his eyes and looked at his red-stained hands—and gasped.
Red. Blood. A sea of red on the white floor.
His breathing grew heavy. The blood was coming from Jimin’s hand.
Taehyung (15 years )
“Hyung!” he cried, crawling toward him. “Hyung, open your eyes, please!”
He tapped Jimin’s face. No response. He gasped, taking a deep breath. He checked for breath—nothing. His pupils were dilated.
Taehyung (15 years )
“No… no no no!”
He ran outside, barefoot, into the rain. He looked around frantically for help. Then he spotted the watchman and rushed to him, tugging at his arm.
Taehyung (15 years )
“Uncle! Help! Hyung… blood… hospital!” he cried, voice broken.
The watchman followed him, saw Jimin’s body, and immediately carried him. Together, they rushed to the hospital.
In the hospital, Taehyung stood before the doctor.
Doctor
Kid… where’s your guardian?
Taehyung (15 years )
We don’t have one.
Doctor
Sorry, kid. Your hyung… he’s gone. We couldn’t save him.
Taehyung’s throat ached. His eyes filled with tears. He walked into Jimin’s room and collapsed beside him.
Taehyung (15 years )
“Hyung… please… open your eyes… please…” he cried his heart out.
Suddenly, the police entered. One officer grabbed his wrist and cuffed him.
Police
You’re under arrest for killing your brother.
Taehyung stared at them, bewildered.
Taehyung (15 years )
No! I didn’t kill him! I didn’t—!
Police
“Shut up!” the officer snapped, slapping him.
Tears streamed down Taehyung’s face as he looked at Jimin one last time. Then they dragged him away.
A few days later, in court, Taehyung stood alone—his body soulless, his eyes emotionless—as lawyers pointed fingers.
Lawyer
Your Honor, this boy killed his hyung. Please give justice to Jimin.
The judge looked at him solemnly.
Judge
“All evidence points to Taehyung. Therefore, I hereby declare him guilty. But as he is a minor, he is sentenced to seven years in juvenile detention.”
The police took him away. Taehyung looked around the courtroom—at the people, at their accusing eyes.
His own eyes burned with hatred… and heartbreak.
He walked forward, but his soul stayed behind.
Author
Happy New year...🎉🥳 My lovely reader..🙌
episode 1
It was morning—what ancient times called near noon.
the sun was burning—relentless and scorching—just like this, a heart ablaze with desperation.
That heart belonged to none other than Jungkook,
Who was running...
Running for his life.
Running for his dignity.
You might be wondering why he was running. Because his unfortunate parents had sold him to the king’s brothel house—for just two silver coins.
He ran down the road, his steps unsteady and tangled.His legs felt like jelly, slowing him down.
He was gasping, breathing heavily in and out. His chest ached from the exertion.
He glanced behind him—ten men were chasing him, their eyes gleaming with madness.
He caught his breath, scanning the bystanders. But no one stepped forward to help.
He looked at them with resentment, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pushed himself to run faster.
With the last flicker of hope in his heart, he screamed,
Jungkook (omega)
"Ple-ase! H-help! I don't wa-nt to GO! PLEASE! HELP!"
He shouted with all his might. But no one looked. No one helped. Some even snickered at him. And that burned more than the sun—it scorched his soul.
One of the men nearly grabbed his robe. But luck was on Jungkook’s side—he missed.
unknown
"Omega! Stop!" the man roared. "You can't run away!"
Jungkook glanced back. Their faces were twisted, predatory. His hormones surged, adrenaline flooding his veins.
He turned sharply and dashed into the city.
One thought looped in his mind like a broken CD...
He ran for nearly half an hour. His legs screamed in pain. He bent over, gasping, his face glistening with sweat.
He looked up...The sun blazed overhead. He shielded his eyes, then looked down, dizzy.
When he looked ahead, he saw a large university gate.
He stumbled toward it, touched its metal bars, his lips trembling as he tried to open it.
Jungkook (omega)
Please... please... please...
His hands were shaking, slick with sweat. He wiped them on his robe and tried again.
Then he heard footsteps.
He turned. They were coming. Fast.
His heart dropped. Then the gate creaked open. He slipped inside, clutching his life in his hands.
Jungkook (omega)
"I won’t let them catch me!" he vowed, running deeper into the university.
The corridors were eerily quiet.
No voices at all. He passed classrooms and saw lessons in progress. He held his breath, trying not to make a sound.
From the corner of his eye, he saw some men checking every room. So he slipped through a back door and sat quietly on a bench.
A girl beside him looked over, frowning.
unknown
"Why are you late? Is it fashionable now to show up whenever you want?" she snickered.
But Jungkook didn’t hear her.
He pulled off his cloak, wiped his sweat with his forearm, and fixed his hair.
His eyes darted to the door, then to the professor, who was engrossed in the lesson.
Suddenly, two men barged in, checking each student.
unknown
Professor: "Hey!" the professor shouted. "Who are you? Why are you disturbing my class? Get out!"
Jungkook’s hand trembled on the bench, leaving a sweaty handprint. He shrank behind the girl, hiding. He grabbed her book and held it in front of his face.
She didn’t notice as she was glaring at the intruders.
unknown
"Hey!" she shouted. "Who are you? Disturbing our class like this? Get lost or I’ll beat the crap out of you!"
The men turned toward her. Jungkook panicked, tugging her sleeve.
Jungkook (omega)
"Please... don’t shout," he whispered.
She pulled her hand away and stood up.
unknown
Do you know who I am? I’ll have you thrown in prison!
unknown
You! Show me your face! You’re that omega, right?
They walked toward him. Jungkook buried his face in the book.
Jungkook (omega)
"Please... please save me... I don’t want to go..." he sobbed. Tears soaked the pages.
As the man approached, Jungkook’s body shivered.
He clutched his chest—it hurt. He bit his lip to muffle the pain. It was unbearable.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing in the middle of a road.
He was nowhere near the university.The place was unfamiliar. Deserted.
He panicked, looking around.
Then he saw it—glowing words in the air:
"Welcome to the novel: MY FICTIONAL MAN."
"Let Episode 1 begin."
Jungkook (omega)
What the heck...!!!
episode 2
Jungkook
What!!! A novel…!!! A fictional man…!!!?? What the heck…
He clenches his hair in his fists and screams internally.
Jungkook
Why am I inside this novel?
Jungkook
I’ve already written too many novels… like Green Alpha, Lady Bitch, and my favorite one, Baby Dear…
Author
*Whispers* it’s an adult one.
Jungkook
Why should I get trapped in one where I only wrote the introduction?
Grateful that he is not in the real world,
He looks around. Seeing no one, he walks onto the highway. After walking for a while, he grows tired and sits in the middle of the road.
Jungkook
Hello!!! Anyone there? Hello!!!???
Only the sound of crickets answers him.
Jungkook
Guess nobody’s here…
He closes his eyes and lies on the road, staring at the sky.
Then a voice echoes in his mind.
Jungkook immediately sits up, looking around.
Jungkook
I heard something… right? No… no… I must be hallucinating…
He sighs and lies down again.
System 143
“Hello, host. Welcome to my fictional man,” the voice repeats.
Jungkook
“Hello…” he says slowly, while cautiously scanning the area.
System 143
“I am your system,” the mechanical voice replies.
Jungkook
“System…?” he whispers.
System 143
Yes, your system.
Jungkook
Ohh… hi… how are you?
The system takes a moment and replies coldly,
System 143
Do you want to live in this world—or not?
A countdown starts. Jungkook sees a screen with numbers:
“Ten… nine…”
Jungkook
What kind of question is that?
Jungkook
Wait! I need time, please!
System 143
“I have already given you time,” the system says.
Jungkook
Ten seconds is too short!
Jungkook argues, but the system ignores him.
Jungkook
“Wait! Stop it!” he cries.
Jungkook
What happens if I don’t want to?
System 143
“Nothing. You will return to your original world,” the system states.
Jungkook
No… no, I can’t go back there!
Jungkook panics, staring at the timer.
Jungkook
“Yes! Yes, I want to live here! Please!” he shouts.
The system falls silent for a moment, then said...
System 143
As you choose to live here, you need permanent residency.
Jungkook
“Okay, fair enough. Then give it to me quickly!” he demands.
System 143
“As you are not from this world, you must choose a member from here,” the system explains.
Jungkook
“A member?” he frowns.
System 143
Why are you so slow?
System 143
Yes, you need to choose your fictional man and complete Episode 1 within one month.
Jungkook
“One month? That’s too short…” he widens his eyes. “Can you change it, please? I don’t like this time period.”
System 143
Fine. As you asked, I am changing it. You must complete the episode within one week.
Jungkook
What?! One week? Why did you shorten it? I chose the first option!
System 143
Sorry, host. You can change only once. You have no choice anymore.
Jungkook opens his mouth and cries internally.
Jungkook
💭*It feels like I’ve hit my leg with my own stick.*
Jungkook
What if I don’t finish in one week?
System 143
No worries. You will just be dead. That’s all.
Jungkook
“That’s all? Does this system think my life has no value?” he mutters. “I wish I could kick you.”
System 143
“You can’t. I don’t have a body,” the system replies.
Jungkook laughs awkwardly and sighs.
System 143
“One more thing,” the system adds.
System 143
The first person you touch will be your fictional man in this world. So choose wisely, because you will stay with him forever.
Jungkook stays rooted, thinking, *can i strangle him*
Then a glowing screen appears before his eyes.
System 143
“Please sign it,” the system instructs.
System 143
No need. Just think about it.
Then He signs with his mind.
The system vanishes, leaving him alone.
Jungkook looks around the deserted place.
Jungkook
“Hey!!! Where am I supposed to go? At least give me a place!” he shouts.
Author
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Author
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