Trapped in an Omegaverse Tragedy

Yeon Suha’s letter to Yeon Doha:

"I was in a very pretty place.

Everything was bright.

But it did not hurt my eyes.

There was a big light in front of me.

I looked at it.

"Who are you?"

The light went twinkle, twinkle.

"I am the divine light."

I blinked.

"What is divine?"

The light was quiet for a little bit.

Then it said, "I am just the light."

"Oh."

I liked that answer.

I sat down on the fluffy cloud.

"Do I have a mommy?"

The light became warm.

"You have two parents."

I opened my eyes very big.

"Two?"

"Yes."

"Two mommies?"

"No."

"Two daddies?"

"Yes."

I clapped my little hands.

"Two daddies!"

The light twinkled again.

"Your first parent is Yeon Doha. He is an alpha."

"Alfa?"

"Yes."

I thought very hard.

"What does alfa do?"

The light did not answer that.

It just said, "Your other parent is Jang Songrik. He is an omega."

"Om-me-ga?"

"Yes."

I nodded.

I liked saying it.

"Om-me-ga."

Then I asked, "Are they boys?"

"Yes."

"Both?"

"Both."

I smiled.

"Then where is my mommy?"

"You do not have a mommy."

I thought about that.

Then I nodded.

"Okay."

I had two daddies.

That sounded nice.

"Do they like me?"

The light became very warm.

"They love you very much."

"Have they seen me?"

"Not yet."

"Do they know me?"

"They know you are coming."

I smiled.

"They are waiting for me?"

"Yes."

"Are they happy?"

"They are very happy."

"How happy?"

The light sparkled.

"Very, very happy."

I giggled.

"Do they have toys?"

"I do not know."

"Do they have milk?"

"I think so."

"Do they have a bed?"

"Yes."

"Is it big?"

"Probably."

"Can I sleep with them?"

The light seemed to smile.

"You can."

I kicked my little feet.

"Yay!"

Then I thought of another question.

"Do they have a house?"

"Yes."

"Does it have a door?"

"Yes."

"Can I open the door?"

"Yes."

"Can I run?"

"Yes."

"Can I eat?"

"Yes."

"Can I have cake?"

The light was quiet.

I waited.

"Can I have cake?"

"Yes."

I smiled very wide.

"I like my daddies."

The light became brighter.

"They like you too."

I hugged myself.

Then something strange happened.

My body felt funny.

My fingers disappeared.

My feet disappeared.

"Uh?"

I looked at the light.

"Where am I going?"

The light was far away now.

"Wait!"

I reached for it.

"Wait, wait!"

But I was falling.

I could not see the pretty clouds anymore.

Everything became dark.

Very dark.

I could not move.

I could not breathe.

It was too tight.

I pushed my hands.

Nothing happened.

I kicked my feet.

Still nothing.

"Too dark..."

I tried to cry.

"Waa..."

My little face became wet.

"I don’t like this."

I pushed again.

Something pushed back.

Then I felt a big squeeze.

I was moving.

Down.

Down.

Down.

I was scared.

"Light..."

I wanted the light.

I wanted my daddies.

I wanted the fluffy cloud.

Then—

WHOOSH!

Something pushed me out.

Cold air touched my little face.

I opened my mouth.

"WAAAAAA!"

I cried very loudly.

Everything was bright.

But this time, there was no fluffy cloud.

There were people.

And one person was crying too.

A man with a tired face was reaching for me.

His arms were shaking.

His eyes were wet.

"Songrik..."

Someone said his name.

Jang Songrik.

My daddy.

My daddy was holding his arms out.

For me.

I cried harder.

"WAAAA!"

He picked me up.

His arms were warm.

So warm.

I was put against his chest.

I could hear his heart.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

I stopped crying for a tiny bit.

His hand touched my little head.

"Oh..."

His voice was shaky.

"My baby."

I made a tiny sound.

"Uh..."

He hugged me closer.

I could smell him.

I liked it.

I grabbed his shirt with my tiny fingers.

He cried.

I cried too.

But not because I was scared anymore.

I was safe.

I remembered the light.

Two daddies.

Yeon Doha.

Jang Songrik.

I looked up at Songrik.

He looked down at me.

His eyes were all wet.

"Welcome, Suha."

I did not know what welcome meant.

But I liked the way he said it.

So I closed my eyes.

I pressed my little face against him.

My crying became a tiny sniffle.

Then another.

And then—

Nothing.

I was warm.

I was safe.

I had found my daddy.

I was born.

But, someone was missing.

My other daddy.

The alfa daddy.

Om-me daddy held me close and fed me all day but I never saw alfa daddy.

Then one day...

...om-me daddy told me,

"Suha-ya! We are finally going to find your daddy. He’s a little lost, you see. Are you going to help me find him?"

"Abooo!"

I said yes.

Then we went to the tall white hair uncle who pinches my nose and went whooooosh!

But the daddy we found wasn’t alfa daddy.

It was crimmi daddy.

Om-me daddy called this daddy a cri-mmi-nul.

He doesn’t look like alfa daddy at all.

But he gives me candy when om-me daddy hides them, so he’s okay.

But I still want to meet my alfa daddy.

Crimmi daddy is nice but he’s scary sometimes."

Suha woke up fom his dream.

It was a very beautiful dream where he met Yeon Doha in a rose field and handed him the letter he wrote.

But Suha was still just a baby outside that dream and was still in the family home of where Beom and Sarang lived with Mokheon and Noruen.

Suha liked it but he also wanted to see his daddy.

And Yoon Beom wasn’t exactly affectionate.

He would just stare at Suha whenever he was taking care of him.

Songrik wondered why he even proposed living together if he was going to be like that.

A week had passed of them living together and Beom was doing... just that.

Living together.

As if they were just a regular family living under one roof.

Songrik found it unsettling that Yoon Beom was doing absolutely nothing.

And even he was feeling comfortable in his company now.

That was a problem since he couldn’t afford to be comfortable with that fucked up man.

But he couldn’t leave either.

He had seen Yeon Doha.

Yoon Beom showed him as proof that he could bring him back.

Songrik had no choice but to dance on his beats for now.

But his patience was reaching its limits.

That night, after Suha went to sleep, he looked for Beom.

He was cleaning dishes in the kitchen.

Maybe it was a plus or a headache but Beom took care of all the housework himself.

Songrik just had to live there with Suha.

Everything was taken care of by Beom.

Songrik approached Beom and asked him directly.

"Why are you even doing this? I know you have no interest in playing house with me."

Beom stopped as if paused on a screen.

Then he chuckled.

"I’m very much interested in playing house with you," he said.

"Just tell me why then," Songrik asked back. "It’s getting on my nerves how little I know about this situation."

"You’re misunderstanding me. It’s really just that. I want to live together for a while."

"Yeah. Why?"

"..."

"Answer me."

"I just wanted to know how it feels..."

"What?"

"I wanted to know how it feels to be loved by you."

"I don’t love you."

"I know. But I just want to see your eyes filled with love and longing, even if it’s not for me but another version of me. It’s a massive improvement from just plain indifference."

"..."

"..."

"What a joke."

"Right. It’s a really silly reason. Bet you were expecting some grand conspiracy behind my actions."

"Yes. Because that’s how little I trust you."

"You trust me enough to leave your beloved son with me. That’s enough for me, I’d say."

"..."

Yoon Beom was now finished with his dishes and looked around to see Songrik.

His eyes were clearly fishing for the same boy he fell in love with.

"If I asked you to kiss me, would you?" Beom asked Songrik.

His eyes were looking as if he didn’t care what the answer would be.

Songrik’s head screamed the answer ’no’ immediately, but for some reason, he couldn’t get those words out.

Those eyes looked too familiar to say that.

’Yeon Doha is Yoon Beom. Yoon Beom is Yeon Doha. We’re but two sides of the same coin.’

Beom’s words echoed in Songrik’s ears.

’How long has it been since I touched my Doha?’

Songrik asked himself.

A bit too long.

A strange question popped into his head.

Would it feel the same as touching Doha if touched Yoon Beom?

After all, they were both essentially the same entity.

"Okay."

Songrik answered.

Then without another word, he kissed Beom.

Beom was stunned a little and baffled a lot more.

He wasn’t really expecting to actually receive a kiss.

But alas he did.

Songrik pulled back immediately as his eyes filled with tears.

He could find the person he loved with a single touch.

And it was mortifying how kissing Yoon Beom was exactly the same as kissing Yeon Doha.

So similar that Songrik collapsed on his knees, crying as he covered his face.

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