Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 1.1
〈 Part I 〉
When I opened my eyes, I had ended up transmigrating as a side top in a BL novel, the designated tear dispenser and emotional dumping ground.
Baek Hanrim, the protagonist’s childhood friend, doormat, and loyal dog.
Why was this guy willingly acting like a slave with looks and a physique like these?
The author’s tastes were seriously twisted, too. Why make Baek Hanrim spend his entire life alone, unable to forget the protagonist?
The moment I thought that if it were me, I wouldn’t obsess over the protagonist and would instead date freely while enjoying the gift of these looks-, something square appeared in midair.
Affection Level 5%
Kim Jihwan was the name of the main bottom in this story.
No, more importantly, what was ‘Love him’ supposed to mean?
Could a person’s feelings be quantified? Could I control them however I wanted?
I let out a deep, incredulous sigh at the blue status window making such an absurd demand and vigorously scratched the back of my head.
As far as I knew, this novel didn’t have any dating sim elements like this. Why had something like this suddenly appeared out of nowhere?
“…….”
Haa… I don’t know. I should meet Kim Jihwan first.
I desperately crawled across the bed on my short, chubby legs.
That’s right. Of all things, I had transmigrated as a child.
“Jiiihwaa…!”
“Oh my, our baby spoke…! Honey!”
“I heard it too! Mom? Dad? What did he say?!”
Seeing the innocent looks on my parents’ faces as they repeatedly tapped the video button on their phone and waited for the next word to come out of my mouth made me miss my real parents.
“Moommaaa…!”
“He said Mom, honey!”
No, not you. My mom!
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Baby Baek Hanrim’s days dragged on.
Eat, sleep, poop. Rinse and repeat.
I wondered whether any sane adult could endure a situation like this without going crazy.
But whenever I let my guard down even a little, my mind and actions would immediately conform to my body, and I would start behaving like an infant.
My thoughts would somehow become hazy and simple, so when I was warm and full, I quickly fell asleep beneath the hand patting my back, and whenever something displeased me, I burst into tears before anything else.
I lived next door to Kim Jihwan, the main bottom of the original story, and often ran into him when we went out in our strollers or at kids’ cafés, but since we were both infants, communication was impossible.
Our parents became friends, so there were often times when the two of us played together at each other’s houses, but….
“Oh my! Hanrim-ah!”
“Son! Jihwan-ah! Stop pinching Hanrim’s cheeks!”
“Byaa byuu….”
The problem was that Kim Jihwan, the sensitive, prickly, foul-tempered bottom, had been rotten from birth and mercilessly tormented me because I looked weaker and easier to handle than he was.
When his teeth had just started coming in, he kept gnawing on me as if I were some irresistibly delicious bottom from an omegaverse story who gave off a mysteriously alluring scent.
All I could do was stay by Kim Jihwan’s side, trying my hardest not to cry or pull away from him.
Affection Level 13%
At least it was a relief that the Affection Level went up when I stayed close to him.
Crunch-.
“…Ngh… waa… ooh….”
The moment I let my guard down, Kim Jihwan crushed my hand beneath the wheel of his baby walker.
Because my chubby hand was already soft, tender, and fleshy, I felt a searing pain as though it had been run over by a tire in a traffic accident.
Mind you, I was a real man who had completed his full term of service in the Marine Corps.
I wouldn’t cry that easily!
“Kgh… uwaaah…!”
Affection Level 11%
No, Kim Jihwan was the one who did something wrong, so why the hell was my Affection Level dropping…!
“Uwaaaaaagh…!”
At the age of two, I learned how to cry on the inside.
As a bonus, I even earned the nickname ‘Saint Baek’ within the kids’ café community.
It wasn’t until we started daycare that Kim Jihwan began to function like a human being.
Of course, by functioning like a human being, I only meant that verbal communication had become possible.
Still, he no longer clung to me and soaked me in drool by biting me, nor did he scratch me with his poorly trimmed nails like before.
“Baek Hanrim, eat my carrots for me.”
“Okay!”
He did, however, make excellent use of me as his personal garbage disposal.
He still hit or shoved me from time to time, but it was better than his savage infancy.
“Jihwaan-iiee- Teacher told you to eat a little of everything, didn’t she-?”
“Hmph….”
“It’s okay. They’re tasty.”
I quickly scooped the carrots off Kim Jihwan’s tray and popped them into my mouth.
I didn’t want Kim Jihwan to get scolded, become spiteful, and start acting touchy again.
Keeping his stress to a minimum was ultimately the easiest way to spare myself.
“It’s because I like carrots.”
“As expected of Saint Baek… No, ahem, I mean Hanrim. Hanrim-ie is such a good boy-.”
How long was that nickname, Saint Baek, going to follow me around….
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