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I died of a heart attack after reading a 100k entertaining BL novel that was so tragic that I wanted to go to the book and yell at them.

So that's what happened. Really.

Hope transmigrated, not as the vicious supporting role or canon fodder ABCD but as an extra.

Hope: Have you ever heard of the saying God helps those who help themselves?

She was there cause some system messed her up.

She doesn't want to help anyone anymore.

She's the second male lead's sister.

The second male lead is the sunny boy with common sense in a world without it.

The friend who wants to sleep with you and then dies.

Yeah, no thanks.

So she fucking interrupted all the ways her father and stepmother were meeting.

Since the plot was collapsed until the author couldn't recognize it anymore. She took the matter into her own hands and fucking faked an unrequited love for the main character.

Why him? 

Because one mf can't explain stuff to him.

He wants a script. She gives it to him. 

 What a nice relationship, right?

No emotions invested.

No one ever told me this guy was bisexual.

Ncp knows she is an Npc

I ran out of the hospital, ignoring the shouts behind me. A group of nurses chased after me, but I didn't care. My feet throbbed against the pavement, but pain was the least of my concerns.

I wasn't running from broken bones or a physical injury. I was running from a mental illness-suicidal tendency.

Taking a sharp left, I darted into a nearby alley. Why? Because an extra like me would either get killed or kidnapped here.

Perfect. Either way, I'd finally escape.

Maybe I'd even get sent back to my old life?

My feet caught on nothing, and I stumbled to the ground, the concrete scraping against my knees. I didn't bother getting up. I just lay there, waiting. A bunch of shady figures appeared at the alley's entrance, just like I predicted.

They stopped short when they saw me, and they faced a mix of confusion and fear. Without a word, they turned and walked away.

Maybe they were the ones I should've met in my last life. But of course, fate wouldn't let it be that easy.

Moments later, another group arrived. This one was different-older men with dangerous auras, dragging along a terrified fourteen-year-old girl in expensive clothing.

I purposefully stepped on a twig.

They froze, their heads snapping toward me. One man exchanged a glance with the apparent leader before they all advanced, surrounding me.

One of them pulled tape from a bag I hadn't noticed, and I let out a small, humorless laugh.

He placed tape over my mouth, his movements oddly gentle, almost hesitant, as though he wasn't used to compliance. When he bound my wrists, I didn't resist.

Their eyes flicked between each other, unsettled by my lack of struggle.

"You guys must've never met someone eager to get kidnapped," I thought.

"Are you serious about this?" The system asked

"She's serious," it said in its cold, disembodied tone.

They exchanged uneasy looks but continued. Someone slipped a blindfold over my eyes, its scratchy fabric pressing against my skin.

"Professionals," I muttered sarcastically in my mind.

Then I heard it-a sickening crack above me. The unmistakable sound of breaking bones.

The blindfold was yanked off, and I blinked against the sudden light.

Standing before me was a man who exuded danger. His jet-black hair framed his face perfectly, his sharp features almost too perfect to be real. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me, filled with a depth I couldn't place.

He laughed a rich, melodic sound that sent chills down my spine.

"What's so funny?" I asked, or tried to, but my words were muffled by the tape.

His smile widened, sharp and knowing, as if he was savoring some private joke.

I glanced around, searching for the girl they'd brought with them. There she was, bruised and trembling, her wide eyes staring at me in confusion and something else I couldn't quite name.

I forgot the trobbing pain in my knees and stood up, I turned to look at the girl and tried to walk.

Pain can not be there if you don't feel it.

I was half regretting running away.

"Wanna come with me?" I said, not wanting to get involved with that guy.

Every gorgeous guy has a supporting role, or maybe he is the main character.

I don't wanna transmigrate and help a villain, and he returns years later and imprisons me in return.

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That's how I met Willow. I never fricking saw the guy again, and I had to go back to the hospital.

Author: I published another one but felt it was too short, so this is the completed version. So I did 100 words more.

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