Trapped in an Omegaverse Tragedy

Yoon Beom had never had a real friend.

His world started at home and ended there. School was just a place for study.

So when an especially beautiful boy came and sat beside him, he was bewildered.

The folklore of the dragon and the fox was the very first thing Mokheon told Beom and Sarang when their tutelage on shamanistic rituals started.

That was to be expected as the dragon and the fox were the deities that the Yoon family worshiped and borrowed their divine power from.

Yoon Beom remembered thinking that the especially beautiful boy somehow resembled the fox as he was drawn in the family temple murals.

The boy had pitch black hair and brilliant blue eyes like a foreigner’s.

And his name was plenty weird.

Jang Song-rik.

His American name was Rik and he somehow incorporated it into his mother tongue name.

Songrik was... a quiet kid.

He hardly cared about what happened around him.

His beautiful face made him immediately popular among girls and his trash attitude of wilful ignorance and general disregard of others’ feelings made them hate him equally fast.

He seemed like someone who wanted nothing to do with anyone.

Like a prince stuck among peasants.

Beom found it more impressive than irritating.

That was to be expected as Yoon Beom hopelessly fell in love with Jang Songrik the day he laid his eyes on him.

Even he himself didn’t know he could fall in love with a boy.

But the feeling of love hardly ever confused Beom. He knew exact what he felt.

And in a way, that was his flaw.

A really really fatal flaw.

For months while sitting next to each other, the two of them did not exchange a single word.

Beom kept observing Songrik anyways, though.

His habit of eating chocolate bars sneakily while in class was especially endearing to Beom.

It would leave a chocolatey aftersmell around their desk that Beom easpecially associated with Songrik.

Then there was another repeat habit of scribbling on his textbooks. He would draw squiggly lines on the drawings and diagrams of the textbook.

Yoon Beom had never seen Jang Songrik smile.

He would often imagine how he would look like smiling. But it always felt unreal as he had never actually seen it.

As the high school syllabus caugh up to them, Beom had even more little time to think about Songrik.

And this was also the time when Mokheon suffered his first heart attack.

Things at home had suddenly become difficult as Sarang helped Noruen nurse Mokheon and Beom took over the work of managing the deities’ shrine.

As Beom grew up learning divine arts, he wasn’t really much of a believer at first.

He simply did it at first because it gave Mokheon peace of mind and he really wanted to live with their grandparents.

But gradually, he began noticing things he had not before.

Mokheon used to say that;

’Eyes are the windows to world. We look out into the world through them. But when we pray and learn to keep them open, the world too peers back inside you.’

Beom used to find that line creepy and eerie because it was actually a part of the ritual prayers they said everyday.

And it was after Mokheon’s first heart attack, that Yoon Beom saw it.

A spirit.

He heard it even.

It was like a slightly transparent drunk human.

It said that it had wandered into the shrine to seek shelter from the rain.

There was no rain outside.

Beom was terrified of the entity and locked it inside the shrine.

He made a run for it and went to Mokheon.

"So you finally learned to keep the windows open," Mokheon chuckled faintly after listening to boy’s ordeal. "Looks like it’s finally time."

Yoon Beom did not know what it was time for, but he remembered feeling incredibly safe as Mokheon slowly walked to the shrine with him and told off the entity to rest and leave as it was scaring his grandson.

Beom saw the entity apologise and slowly walking away.

And now, being the kind hearted boy he was, he felt sorry for it.

"You can stay!!" He shouted at it. Then his voice became slower as he hid shyly behind Mokheon. "For a little while...."

The entity stopped and stared at the boy for a while.

Then it looked at Mokheon and asked for permission.

"May I?"

Mokheon hesitated but then nodded.

The entity walked closer to Beom and put its hand on his head.

"May you put this to good use," the entity said before disappearing into thin air.

Beom didn’t know what that entity did or why it touched his head and then disappeared, but he could feel a surge of energy within himself.

Mokheon sighed as he watched Beom.

"Fate has its ways to bring you right where you belong," he said as he weakly settled on the floor and began chanting a prayer Beom had never heard before.

"Come here, Beom-ah," he called for him as he laid out a sitting cloth right in front of himself. "Sit here."

Beom followed.

The moment he sat down, his eyes closed automatically and he found himself... in a moor.

An eerie vast moor that sprawled across all directions. Above it was a bright blue sky that had identical clouds occasionally passing by.

His grandfather’s voice echoed from a distance.

"What do you see, Beom-ah?"

"Grass. And sky."

"Is it a little garden or a field?"

"Ah... no... it’s like the entire world is grass..."

"... I see."

Beom’s eyes opened themselves amd once again he found himself back in the shrine.

"Divine power comes in various forms," Mokheon continued. "I could see within a person and tell what effect they would bring about on others."

"..." Beom simply nodded as he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say.

"With old age, this divine power diminishes, and the new heir in the family is chosen," Mokheon now looked directly at Beom. "I have lost most of my divine power. Now its manifesting in you as you’re the next heir."

"...Ok."

"Your power is similar to spirit capturing and manifestation," Mokheon continued. "I thought that deity spirit just now gave you a little bit of its power but to think it’d give you all of it. Normal shamans have the manifes capacity to just create a small plot of land. It’s mediocre but provides a place to trap spirits inside. But, Beom-ah, you have an entire world as a prison to trap spirits inside."

"..."

Beom was confused.

He did not know what that meant. And why he must now take his grandfather’s divine power. But he heard and accepted it anyways.

Since that was what he always did.

Mokheon became gradually a little better and continued his practice as a shaman.

But because Beom could now see stray spirits, he was given an amulet that worked as a curtain to his open windows, according to Mokheon.

After all, Beom still needed to study and go to college yet.

Beom returned to school after a week.

But something was strange about the classroom now.

And about Songrik.

He had bandages around his forehead and a lot of wounds on his arms and face.

Beom was very worried at first because he thought Songrik was getting bullied in the school.

Then he heard the students whispering.

’Look at him walking in like nothing happened! How shameless!’

’The nerve of him to come here pretending nothing is wrong!’

’I knew he was creepy and all but did he really do that?!’

’He must be jealous of Rikki.’

’Fucking occult bastard!’

Beom was very confused by all of it. And Jang Songrik was still the same apathetic and cold classmate that he was before the week.

The only thing that changed was the people around them.

Beom knew his classmates found him uncomfortable to be around due to their shamanic background and therefore most of them mainly avoided him.

But their hatred was never this blatant.

It was like they all had collectively decided to turn him into an outcast.

And that was exactly what he was becoming.

No one responded to him when he called even when it was for class work.

He found weird and creepy things placed all over his desk whenever he stepped out of class.

And sometimes the other students would throw pieces of trash on him during classes, while the teacher was present.

But even teachers weren’t helping him for some reason.

On one fateful day, he in the bathroom when a group of boys came onto him, clearly looking for a fight.

Beom tried to ignore them, but they had blocked the door and were pinning him against the wall.

"Hey, they say you can see ghosts," the boy that looked like the leader of their group said as he inched closer to Beom. "Can you see your dead dad too?"

"How will he? His dad must be angry beca he killed him," another boy from the group joined him. "Are you sure we should be touching him? Everyone around him keeps gett hurt and dying off."

"Yeah, didn’t your grandpa also almost died? Damn, you even almost killed your classmate," the first boy taunted back. "Do you use people as sacrifices in your black magic?"

Yoon Beom was beyond confused.

He could not understand what they saying and why they knew about the personal details of his life out of school.

Seeing him unresponsive, the first boy became irritated and decided to throw a punch on Beom’s face.

He was about to when the bathroom door slammed open and someone walked inside.

It was Jang Songrik.

He briefly paused as he looked at the fiasco going on about there. Then he just opened his zipper and began peeing in the toilet.

Everyone was silent and stiff.

Beom didn’t know how to process this anymore.

"Let’s just go," the bully leader said to his goons. "We’ll just catch his ’ghosts’ if we stay with him too long."

He seemed to eye Songrik as he said that.

They left and now there were only two people left.

Yoon Beom and Jang Songrik and the absolute silence other than the exhaust fan blowing on in the corner of the ceiling.

"You good?" Jang Songrik asked as he looked Beom dead in the eyes.

It was obviously a formality as there was zero worry or care in his eyes.

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