Who Am I? [Part II]

I always thought that people who got a second chance at life must have done something incredible to earn it.

So what the hell did I do!?

I can barely walk straight most days! Clearly, God made a mistake.

These thoughts ran wild in my head as I stumbled toward the mirror. The moment I saw my reflection, I nearly screamed. Who the hell is this?!

Lavender eyes. Lavender hair. That's not me.

At first, I had no idea where I was. But the second I saw myself, the pieces started clicking into place.

I've read hundreds of omegaverse yaoi novels. And now? I was in one.

I thought I was lucky—until I realized the cold, hard truth.

I was a nobody. A street dog with no home, no money, and worst of all? No damn idea what to do.

That was five years ago.

Now, I'm just a cashier at some random convenience store.

And my life? Yeah, it's still crazy.

And it all started with him.

POV: Rei

I was cleaning up the store, finally ready to close up, when—of course—someone had to walk in at the last second.

I groaned internally. My shift was over! The day was done! Why do people never get that? Do I look like I enjoy standing behind this counter all day!?

Before I could let my frustration show, a soft voice cut through my thoughts.

"Could you please ring me up, kind young boy?"

I turned around to see a stunning omega woman, probably a few years older than me. She had the kind of elegance you'd expect from someone who belonged to a much better world than mine.

"Uh—y-yeah, sure."

I quickly bagged her items and handed them over. "Here you go, ma'am."

She smiled sweetly, paid for her things, and left.

Huh. Nice lady.

With that, I was finally ready to leave. But, of course, I'm the luckiest person alive.

Because the moment I stepped outside, it started pouring.

I sighed, rolling my eyes as I locked up. Just great. I stood under the store's awning, shivering slightly as the cold air seeped through my thin jacket. I figured I'd just wait it out until the rain slowed down.

That was the plan—until I saw him.

A man came sprinting down the street, his breath ragged, his body drenched from the rain. Behind him, a group of dangerous-looking men were chasing after him, their faces shadowed under the dim streetlights.

I watched as they all disappeared into a narrow alleyway—a dead end.

A chill ran down my spine.

Something told me I shouldn't get involved.

But something else told me I wouldn't have a choice.

I followed the last bike that disappeared into the alleyway, my heart hammering in my chest. Hiding behind a crumbling brick wall, I peeked around the corner.

This.

This is what I regret the most in my life.

Something that would ruin me forever.

A man was slumped against a broken table in the middle of the alley. Even from a distance, I could tell he was dangerous.

Tall. Sharp. Red eyes.

My stomach dropped. An SSS-class dominant alpha.

I had read about them before, but seeing one in real life?

Terrifying.

Most of them had those eerie, glowing crimson eyes, a warning to everyone around them. Yet, despite the blood-chilling aura, he was smiling.

Like he had been waiting for this moment.

His gaze was locked onto the other man, the one who had been running for his life. This guy looked to be in his early thirties, the kind of man who had probably failed his life plans and made one dumb decision after another.

Probably got himself tangled up with loan sharks.

Probably thought he could outrun his fate.

He was wrong.

He dropped to his knees, trembling. "P-P-Please… don't kill me!" His voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

The alpha finally moved.

Slowly. Deliberately.

He pushed himself off the table and stood tall, towering over his prey. His black coat barely shifted as he adjusted his glasses, those glowing eyes sharp as a blade. His long, jet-black hair draped over his shoulders, adding to his dark and untouchable presence.

With one smooth motion, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

A flick of his fingers. A flame sparked.

The tip of the cigarette burned bright in the darkness.

He took a slow drag, exhaling a stream of smoke before smirking.

Then, he reached inside his coat and pulled out a gun.

The unmistakable click of him loading it echoed in the alley.

He leaned slightly against the table, legs crossed casually, as if this was just another boring night for him.

"Mm?" He raised a single eyebrow, tilting his head like he found the man's pleas mildly entertaining.

His voice was deep—smooth like velvet, but carrying an edge that made my skin crawl.

"What do I get out of that?"

His lips curled up at the corners.

He was one hot alpha.

And yet, at that moment, he was the scariest person I had ever seen.

"Listen, man, it's been… what?"

The alpha tilted his head, gaze cold as he stared down at his prey.

He paused for effect, then smirked.

"Ten months?"

His voice dripped with amusement, as if he didn't care about whatever excuse the man had prepared.

Then—

Bang!

A single gunshot.

Straight through his skull.

I froze.

The lifeless body collapsed onto the wet pavement. Blood pooled, mixing with the rainwater.

A sharp, metallic clang echoed as my elbow knocked over a tin can beside me.

Shit.

Reality slammed into me like a truck. I need to run.

Without thinking, I bolted.

I didn't turn back. I didn't even care if he saw me.

The cold rain pounded against my hoodie as I sprinted through the deserted streets, my breath ragged, heart racing.

The entire time, I felt it.

Like someone was following me.

But I refused to turn around. I couldn't.

By the time I reached my apartment, my fingers were trembling too much to even unlock the door properly. I shoved it open and slammed it shut behind me, chest heaving.

"What the hell was I thinking!?" I muttered, pacing back and forth. Holy shit. I'm done for.

I caught my reflection in the mirror—soaked from head to toe, eyes wide with panic.

And that's when it really hit me.

I'm sorry, my brother.

Whoever this body belonged to before me… I just ruined his life.

My breathing grew unsteady as I dropped to my knees in front of the drawer. My hands fumbled, tearing through it until I found my inhibitors.

I grabbed one, popped the pill into my mouth, and swallowed it dry.

I let my head rest against the wooden drawer, staring at the ceiling.

What did I just do?

Am I being followed?

Then—

A knock at the door.

My body stiffened.

No.

My heart stopped.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

Until—

"Rei! Rei! Open the door! Don't you want to eat something?"

Soyeon.

Her familiar voice snapped me back to reality.

She lived in the luxury suites across from this shitty apartment building. The first time she saw me, I was begging for a job at different places. She's the reason I work at the convenience store.

I swallowed hard. "U-Uh, I-I'm c-coming!"

I forced myself to the door, my movements stiff.

As soon as I opened it, she frowned.

"Are you okay?" she asked, eyes scanning my drenched figure.

No. I just watched a hot and sexy mafia dude murder a guy right in front of me.

But I couldn't tell her that.

I forced a smile, leaning against the doorframe like an idiot.

"Hehe… H-Hi!"

I looked so weird. I could tell.

Soyeon narrowed her eyes.

I panicked. "I-I just ran in the rain, so I'm not feeling well—hehe."

Lying my way out of this one.

But I knew one thing for sure.

I wouldn't be able to lie my way out of everything.