Trapped in an Omegaverse Tragedy

Yoon Beom remembered his name.

He opened his eyes on a hospital bed. He had been plugged onto life support and an intubator.

Apparently he had been in a coma for three months.

And though hazy, Yoon Beom’s memories were coming back to him.

The memories of his life in the real world.

Yoon Beom was born as a twin along with Yoon Sarang.

He was three minutes older than her but Yoon Sarang was always the dominant one in both physical and emotional state.

They were a normal happy family until Beom and Sarang turned three when their father died in a car crash with a truck.

Beom remembered feeling gutted and unbearably sad.

But then he would look at Sarang and think what would happen if he cried too.

The only person the two of them had to lean on was each other.

Their mother... she was either forcefully or willingly remarried before even a month had passed after their father’s death.

Beom knew that maybe she had no fault in this. But he resented her for leaving them behind all the same.

He would stop himself from crying so that Sarang would safe. Like he was there for her and would hold her up.

But they were both just kids. Little lovable kids.

After circling around from relatives to relatives, they were finally taken in by their paternal grandparents.

They lived in the family home in a remote village. When Beom and Sarang first arrived at Yoon Mokheon and Yoon Noruen’s place, they had thought they arrived at a haunted house.

And the twins were very skeptical and distrustful of everyone. Maybe because they had seen how all the other relatives thought about them, they were utterly wounded and closed off children.

Yoon Mokheon was a strict man and a shaman by profession. Noruen on the other hand was a sweet lady that gave the children a warm welcome while Mokheon just glared at them.

"Cut it out, dear, you’re scaring the kids," Noruen told him.

He indeed was as Beom first reaction after seeing him was to cover Sarang from his line of sight.

"Ahem!" Mokheon coughed in character. "Have them washed and fed. They look like twigs!"

As Beom and Sarang were taken inside, Beom could hear Mokheon cussing out the relatives as ’greedy cheapskates’ and ’damn criminals’.

But it was a legitimate reaction after seeing the the twins and they were almost four and looked two.

Their collective weight was 30 kilos.

Inside their grandparents’ massive traditional house, Beom and Sarang were treated with warmth for the first time in a while.

They were washed carefully with warm water and clothed in soft comfortable clothes. They they were provided with delicious hearty meals that were refilled without them having to ask for seconds.

It was like a dream for them.

Like their father had come back to life.

The twins were always closer to their father more than than their mother.

Sarang was especially happy and jumping around on the bed they were given.

They were offered different rooms by their grandmother but the twins insisted on sleeping together.

Although being warm and full was delightful, Beom was still not fully trustful of their grandparents.

Who knows when they too will get sick of us...

I better not get used to it.

But that concern was pointless as even when they had started school and turned seven, they were still living with their grandparents.

Mokheon was a shaman through and all.

All the members of the family had to go through one procession once a month.

Sarang especially hated this.

But Beom... he quite liked these processions.

And he enjoyed taking part in them. Mokheon noticed it.

Beom was nine when Mokheon first taught him in detail about the shamanic rituals.

"The divine power skips a generation," He told. "You have massive within you."

"Okay, but why do I have to be here?" Sarang asked from beside Beom as they were both sitting in front of their grandfather listening to this lesson.

"Because, it is usually the eldest child of the eldest child of the previous generation of shamans that inherits the divine power. Your father was my eldest child and you, Yoon Sarang, are your father’s eldest child. But I sense divine power from your brother. Since twins are unprecedented in the Yoon bloodline, there is a good chance that you both might have inherited the power. So it’s only obvious that both of you receive the lesson," Mokheon explained.

Now Yoon Sarang could have easily freed herself by admitting that she was not the eldest child. That her twin brother was actually three minutes older than her. But that would mean admitting she was younger and having to call Beom ’oppa’.

Yoon Sarang chose death by boredom over that.

"I will always be your ’noona’," she warned Beom about saying anything to grandfather after the lessons. "Don’t you dare run that mouth in front of him."

Beom, utterly terrified of his beloved ’noona’, agreed without much resistance.

The grandfather didn’t know which one was older as the twins’ father had essentially cut off his parents to be with their mother.

Mokheon never approved of Beom and Sarang’s mother. He told his son that the woman would bring about his death if he married her.

But their father just cut off Mokheon and Noruen, and ran off to marry the woman.

Beom shared his grandfather’s views. But Sarang still hoped to see their mother one day.

Time passed and Sarang and Beom had entered high school. They had always been in the same class until now but high school had different plans.

Sarang was actually glad to be finally in a different class than her brother.

Beom was... indifferent about the situation.

As they were well known in the area, every kid in the school knew they were a shaman family and that Beom was the next one in line.

So they either avoided him fear or teased him for fun.

And this was also the first time, he met him.

A transfer student that came and sat right beside him.

Jang Songrik.

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