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the first thing he felt was pain and the second thing was... pain

His eyes snapped open, only to be blinded by white light.

'doctor! He's awake! 😊

he blinked again. A hospital room. beeping machines. Curtains. A smell that screamed medicine.

"don't movie! "

A tall, serious-looking man in a suit rushed forward. His sharp era were full of worry, yet his voice was calm

before he could process thant, a omega burst into tears beside the bed

His brain freeze.

He looked down at his hands. Slimmer. Softer definitely not his

A doctor cleared his throat, trying to keep things professional

Mr and Mrs Kim, your son regained consciousness, but he may experience memory confused

The doctor continued, "please don't pressure him let him rest

At that exact movement, the door opened a beautiful boy walked in- same face, same eyes_ but different aura calmer. Mature.

The father placed a hand on his shoulder, voice serious but warm.

inside his haad, chaos laughed.

welcome to another world.

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the ride home felt unreal.

Kim Taehyung sat quietly in the back seat, staring out of the window while the City passed by in blurred lights. His head still hurt-not just from waking up in a hospital, but from the true he was slowly accepting.

Jin asked for tthe tenth time around in he seat.

When the car stopped in front of the house.

The mansion stood tall and elegant, lights growing softly.

something in the voices made his chest ache.

Inside, the house smelled like food and familiarity.

everyone froze.

they sit in the living room.

Dining table.

That night he lay in bed starting at the celling.

New world. New body. New family.

Yet, for first time since waking up.

He didn't feel. 🥺🙁

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I was lying on my new ridiculously soft bed.

My old life. Name:Vance. Age:19 college:Business major. status:Broke but surviving. Hair: Hoodies, faded jeans, cheap speakers. personality:smart, observant, sarcastic, independent. Family? None. No parents no siblings. Just me. Small rented apartment. part-time job at a convenience store. Morning:classes. Evening: work shift Night: Instead noodles and assignments. Romantic? No Peaceful? Also no But it was mine. I earned my own money. Paid my own bill. Burned my own ramen. I smirked slightly. I kind of miss that cheap ramen.

The accident that day I was coming back from work Late night Rainy Road. Classic dramatic time. I remember headlights. Too bright. Too fast. Then- Crash. Pain. Silence. I thought that was the end. But apparently, the universe said, nope. Try again.

Now this life. Kim Taehyung. Age:18 status: Rich omega heir. Hair: Brown. Soft. Annoyingly. Perfect style: Expensive shirt. Tailored pants. Clothes that probably cost more than my old monthly rent. Face? Exactly the Same. Same eyes. same shape jawline and his doing brother also same face like me. I checked it the mirror at least five times. Why this is my face following me cross word? I complained only differences Hair color. Old me: black hair, messy, practical. New me: born hair, styled, rich-boy aesthetic. Upgrade? Maybe But still me.

I Set up on the bed.

pause. .

I'm laughing softly at myself.

that thought make me quite.

I walked it to the mirror again. born hair falling over my eyes.

I lay back on the bed again, staring at the ceiling. In my old life, I had nothing to lose.

Decision made.

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