# Chapter 2
In this world, there are Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, with each trait having dominant and recessive variations. Yeon Yuri was one of the rare dominant Omegas. He naturally learned to control his pheromones since they first appeared, but I, having lived as an ordinary person my whole life, obviously didn’t know how to control pheromones.
Because of this, after I woke up—that is, after the college entrance exam ended—I lied about having a car accident and skipped school for a month. Since I also had memory problems, it was like catching a crab while digging a ditch. I stayed at home practicing pheromone control.
Fortunately, the dominant Omega DNA hadn’t gone anywhere. After a month of painful effort, I succeeded in controlling my pheromones.
Then, in early December, when I had somewhat adjusted to Yeon Yuri’s body, I heard shocking news at a family dinner.
“…Engagement?”
They were saying I was getting engaged. How could an engagement be possible for a 19-year-old high school student who was about to graduate?
“Who am I getting engaged to?” I asked my parents with a trembling voice, trying to calm my heart filled with surprise and confusion.
“Gipyeong’s son. Do Jihoon.”
My parents continued talking about how Gipyeong seemed to be extending into pharmaceuticals, but I couldn’t hear anything else. Only one word was stuck in my head.
Do Jihoon.
When I heard that name, memories that had been stuffed away in a corner of my mind poured out like unwound thread.
The supporting male character from that damn novel. A character who inappropriately desired the main character and ended up tripping over his own feet. A stepping stone to strengthen the love between the main character and his love interest.
Yeon Yuri.
As soon as I realized this, I asked my parents if the engagement could be called off. I failed. I was beaten on my behind with an oddly existing broom brush (why did they have it when they had a vacuum cleaner?) and was kicked out to my room.
After that, I spent a week lying in bed reading “What is Life?” and having deep conversations with Tolstoy. Finally, my parents called for me. They carefully explained why this engagement couldn’t be canceled. The interests of families and companies were intertwined in many ways like a spider web. This wasn’t just about me and Do Jihoon.
I had been thinking this was just inside a novel and was planning to break off the engagement and flee overseas, so their explanation was quite shocking.
A mild depression arrived.
I must have been unconsciously thinking of this world as a place I would eventually leave. Like a brief vacation spot. I had been thinking that way, but now I realized that wasn’t the case.
The people here were exactly like those in my previous world. They lived their lives with their own goals and beliefs, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure.
I also suddenly realized that my chances of returning to my previous world were remote.
That day I cried a little.
I remembered my parents and close friends from my previous world. But those memories were gradually covered up by the warmth of Yeon Yuri’s parents and Noona. The fading past made me a bit sad, but since digging into the ground over things I couldn’t change wasn’t productive, I decided to stop being depressed in my room.
So I came out in late December.
I was preparing to go to school.
It seemed Yeon Yuri had quite a lot of friends. Both KakaoTalk and message boxes were full with 999+. Missed calls were the same.
Most of the content was similar:
“There’s a club, want to go?” “Why aren’t you answering calls?” “There’s a hot Alpha, let’s go together.”
I wondered if Yeon Yuri had gotten into Korea University through some special admission. I was pondering how someone who loved partying so much endured the boring college entrance process sitting in one place studying, when I heard the driver say we had arrived at school.
I bowed politely and got out of the car. The surroundings were packed with students wearing the same uniform as me.
“Damn. The school scale is huge.”
The school was enormously large. Walking from the gate, it was big enough to be mistaken for a university campus.
From what I could see, students giving off Alpha scents went west, and those with Omega scents went east.
I followed the path students were taking and came to the third-year building. Feeling strangely intense gazes and subtle pheromone scents tickling my nose, I entered Class 8 that Noona had told me about.
“Yeon Yuri! I heard you had a car accident?”
As soon as I stepped into the classroom, a loud voice called out.
“I heard from the homeroom teacher. You could have at least contacted us. Always so prickly.”
How could I contact anyone when I had no memory?
I swallowed those words that almost came out.
“Yuri. No matter how kindly the kids treat you, never tell them you’ve lost your memory.”
I remembered Noona’s words as she grabbed my shoulders and spoke firmly. Her eyes were full of worry.
The boy who called me pulled me to his side when I didn’t answer. Since he spoke to me as soon as I came in, he must have been close to Yeon Yuri. Kim Bojin. I quickly glanced at his name tag.
When I sat in the seat Kim Bojin pointed to, he poured out words as if he had been waiting.
“You said you’d go to a club right after the exam ended. And drink too. Why did you disappear right away, you crazy guy?”
“I didn’t disappear, I had a car accident.”
“Bull. Look at your face. Does it look like you had an accident? You look too fine for someone who supposedly had a five-week injury.”
When I kept quiet at his reasonable words, Kim Bojin spoke to the kids surrounding our seats.
“Hey. Has anyone been in contact with Yeon Yuri?”
“No. Have you?”
“Not at all. He started ignoring messages as soon as the exam ended.”
“Yeon Yuri is too much.”
I heard the kids’ complaints. Kim Bojin nodded his head with an “I told you so” expression.
“Fine. Since you’re going to Korea University, I guess you don’t want to contact losers like us recessive types. You’re one of the few dominant types after all.”
There was a hint of disappointment in his words. I looked around. Most were ordinary Omegas, and among those who seemed to be in my group, some were recessive. There were no dominant types.
After listening to the kids’ affectionate complaints for a few minutes, the homeroom teacher came in. He played a 3D movie that had been released at least 10 years ago and then left the classroom without hesitation.
Of course, no one watched the movie. Everyone was busy chatting in groups.
“I heard a quarter of our grade is going to Korea University.”
“Really? That’s more than last year. But I guess it makes sense since we had a lot of students with good traits and family backgrounds this year.”
From what I heard, Gyemyeong High School that I was attending was one of the region’s top trait-specialized high schools. It was a specialized educational institution where being a “trait bearer” was the admission condition.
I quickly got used to school while chatting with the kids. Unintentionally learning about their college entrance exam scores and current admission status, I took a moment of silent prayer.
“Yeon Yuri. We’re going to a club today.”
“What club? You’re a student, think before you speak.”
“Look who’s acting proper now when you’ve been drinking since freshman year.”
“Yeon Yuri, did you really have a car accident?”
“Seems like it. That’s why there’s something wrong with his head.”
Kim Bojin twirled his index finger beside his head. I gently grabbed his finger and bent it backward. The sound of his pig-like squeal echoed through the classroom.
After the boring movie ended, Kim Bojin and I walked home together.
As we left the east building with our arms around each other’s shoulders and poking each other’s sides, a strange scent tickled my nose.
“Hey, hey. Alphas. Alphas.”
Looking in the direction Kim Bojin pointed, I saw a group of tall students. They were Alphas leaving from the west building.
As the Alphas approached, the mix of various pleasant scents grew stronger. Delicious, sweet… I wanted to keep smelling it.
Among them was a particularly distinctive scent.
A warm smell like when you have a campfire.
At the end of that scent was an Alpha staring right at me. Under black hair was a neat forehead, prominent brow bones, a sharp nose bridge, and red, plump lips came into view.
The scent is really nice… It felt like being in a warm blanket on a cold winter day, or like cool shade with warm sunlight filtering through.
I stared at him as if hypnotized.
“Hey. That’s him, right? Do Jihoon. The Gipyeong heir. They say he’s going to Korea University too. Business major.”
Kim Bojin nudged me.
Do Jihoon?
As soon as I heard that name, a chill ran down my spine like cold water. My face stiffened.
Damn. It was the main character.
I quickly turned my head and grabbed Kim Bojin’s arm, walking rapidly toward the school gate.
“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong? You’ll break this fragile Omega’s arm.”
“Stop talking nonsense and let’s go quickly.”
“What? What is it?”
Despite his constant questioning, Kim Bojin faithfully followed me. Several cars were waiting at the school gate when we finally arrived.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
