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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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Jay

What the actual fuck? Did he seriously just grab Misha's ass? He has a lot of nerve doing that in front of me. The bastard sits down next to me without even acknowledging me. 

"Mr. Terrane, I won't deny that your company is leading in its field, however, how can I trust a man with something so important when he can't even teach his son proper manners and etiquette?" I say. 

I stare at him till he breaks eye contact with me. He looks flustered and embarrassed. Chris snaps his head to look at me. Yup, that's right. I know how much of a daddy's boy you are. Don't fuck with what's mine. 

"I deeply apologize, your highness. My son is a disappointment. I have no excuse. I hope you won't let this negatively impact our potential cooperation." Mr. Terrane pleads. 

Pathetic.