After five years of following my idol, I was transported into the TV drama he starred in.
I became a vicious supporting character who wouldn't survive three episodes, and the male lead was the Demon Lord played by my idol.
The good news: He was just as handsome as he was on TV.
The bad news: He could hear my thoughts.
So...
He killed without blinking, while I screamed in my head, “My husband is so handsome!”
He coldly broke off an engagement, while I shouted in my head, “Look at me, honey!”
He went to the dungeon to interrogate a prisoner, while I muttered in my head, “This dungeon stinks so much. It's going to ruin my husband's skin!”
Until one day, he suddenly cornered me against the wall.
“Explain this ‘following an idol’ thing. And what does it mean when an idol's ‘career crashes’?”
“Also, the ‘husband’ you call out in your head every day... is that me?”
Me: ...Help, this is so embarrassing.
Later, I found out that the heroine of the drama had been reborn.
She thought she could still end up with the Demon Lord, just like in the original story.
But the Demon Lord spent every day waiting outside my door, asking me:
“How much are tickets to a concert in your world? I'll make it up to you.”
The reborn heroine: “What?! This isn't how the story goes!”
I munched on melon seeds and waved at her.
“Girl, following an idol is all about fate.”
Please, please, I hope many people will see it.