[If you're interested in this premise, feel free to bookmark it for now. I'm going to make major changes to this story. I will write it, and once I'm done with the infinite-flow story, I'll rewrite this one.]
*Pure-love warrior, East Asian rapper, and jealous king top Wen Zhong × Sunny, cheerful, irresistible ace bottom Su Mu
*Hopeless romantic × Career-focused
1.
Su Mu had always thought he was pretty unlucky.
He started dance lessons at five, voice training at seven, and signed with an agency as a trainee at eleven. He debuted at eighteen, only to be set up by the company less than a year later and saddled with tens of millions in debt. To avoid dragging down his family and teammates, he died alone in his rented apartment.
When he opened his eyes again, there was the same shady contract that had ruined him in his past life.
Su Mu was about to refuse when he became bound to the "Word Spirit System."
He heard the System ask him in his mind: Did he want revenge?
Of course he did! He wanted it more than anything!
But was all of this really not a dream?
Otherwise...
Why did everyone he cursed end up in trouble?
He wasn't the King of Hell.
2.
Wen Zhong had always thought he was pretty lucky.
Though he had no talent for music or dance, he'd had a good friend willing to teach him.
His friend was kind and good-hearted, unquestionably the best among the trainees and, in Wen Zhong's heart, the best of all.
When Wen Zhong was nineteen, they did indeed debut together.
Though by then they had already disagreed about their ideals and beliefs, Wen Zhong always thought they would stick together through thick and thin until old age.
Until...
His good friend disappeared.
He searched everywhere, only to learn that his friend had died.
He went mad! Everyone said he was crazy!
He was in unbearable pain. Without a second thought, he canceled every engagement and traveled alone to every place they'd ever visited together.
It turned out his friend had stopped being his friend long ago.
Later, he met a "god."
The god asked him, if he had another life, would he still want to walk through it with his friend?
He said, yes.
When he woke up again, he saw his friend practicing in the studio.
Choking back sobs, he rushed over and held him tight.
This time, he would never let him leave his life again.
Because their friendship had long since changed into something else.
His friend was no longer just a friend, but his wife.
[Blurb revised 2026.05.23. Do not steal the premise. Plagiarism will be pursued.]
Theme: You are the good fortune I most want to hold on to.
