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Rin Replaced (BL)

Tragically, Rin Grace - just your average person going about their day - was caught in a terrible accident. Amidst a heated argument, he stumbled and fell into oncoming traffic, causing a car to hit him, knocking him unconscious. At the same time, in another world, Misha Minari, an assassin, was shot. Fortunately, Misha woke up in a hospital bed, where he was greeted by an unfamiliar face standing beside him. "You seem to be fine. Next time, don't run out in front of my car. I will be handling the bill. Take care, Mr. Grace." He says as the door closes behind him. The man who just left was Jay Fenrick, the Crown Prince himself. Misha was feeling very confused and uncertain. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings, but it was all too bewildering. Suddenly, he noticed something strange - his hands looked different. In fact, they didn't even seem like his own hands at all. Misha rushed over to a nearby mirror, and, to his horror, he saw a stranger staring back at him. It was clear that he was no longer in his own body, and he was now someone else entirely. What happened to the original Rin Grace? How did Misha end up as the Crown Prince's bodyguard, and what will Misha do now? Uploads Mon, Wed, Fri.

Tiffanie_Rose · LGBT+
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"Good job everyone. Stretch and hit the showers. We have a busy training schedule ahead of us. Go rest up." Josie says to the recruits.

What a tiring day. Why do I let Parker talk me into things?

"You too, Rin. Thanks for all your help. I'll treat you to dinner." Josie smiles and hands me a towel.

Well, I guess it wasn't that bad. I head to the shower and the only available stall is the same one I used the night Jay was attacked. Fuck, I'll just shower at home. I turn around and Parker is standing outside.

"That was quick," Parker says.

He follows me to the lockers.

"I'm just gonna shower at home. It's too crowded." I lied.

Parker glares at me. He's gotten good at reading me. I'll just have to change the subject.

"What the hell was with all the damn reporters? All that just for the recruits?" I ask.