UNDERDOG VELOCITY
“Awakening in the wrong life”
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The first thing he felt was weight.
Not pain. Not peace.
Just weight—like the world was pressing down on his chest, demanding he stay still even before he understood where he was.
His breath caught.
Cold air filled his lungs.
Too clean. Too soft.
Nothing like the dusty garages he remembered.
His fingers twitched against something smooth—silk sheets.
His eyes opened slowly.
A ceiling he didn’t recognize stared back at him—white, expensive, and silent in a way that felt wrong. The kind of silence that didn’t belong to emptiness… but to money.
He sat up too fast.
A sharp dizziness hit him.
Memories that weren’t his crashed into his mind
A name echoed through his skull.
A mechanic. A racer. A boy who fixed broken engines with dirty hands and counted money twice before eating.
He looked down at his hands.
Soft. Clean. Expensive-looking.
His breathing became uneven.
Kookie(SOUL)
“What is this…?”
He stumbled out of bed, feet hitting cold marble floor.
Marble.
His reflection caught his eye in a full-length mirror across the room.
He walked toward it slowly, like something inside him already knew it wouldn’t be normal.
A face too beautiful to be ignored.
Sharp eyes. Soft lips. Perfect skin.
A body that looked like it belonged to someone who had never struggled a day in their life.
A name that carried wealth.
A name that carried expectation.
A name… that looked completely broken despite everything it had.
Kookie reached up and touched the mirror.
The reflection copied him perfectly.
The eyes didn’t feel like a spoiled rich omega.
They felt… empty.
Familiar.
Like someone who had been starving for something no money could buy.
A slow realization formed in his chest.
Kookie(SOUL)
“This isn’t my body.”
Not physical.
Memory pain.
Flashes of voices. Mocking. Laughing. Ignoring.
Clingy.
Attention seeker.
Useless omega.
A life lived without being seen.
Kookie stepped back, gripping his head.
But this time… it wasn’t just Jungkook’s memories.
Garages. Engines. Oil-stained hands. Street races at night. Hunger. Survival. Counting coins. Sleeping anywhere he could.
Two lives collided inside one mind.
And something strange happened.
Kookie(SOUL)
“…So I’m dead,”
Not a question.
A conclusion.
Then his eyes sharpened slightly.
Kookie(SOUL)
“But I’m still here.”
He looked at his reflection again.
At the richest boy who had everything… and still ended up empty.
Kookie’s expression changed.
Not warmth.
Not joy.
Something quieter.
Colder.
Decided.
Kookie(SOUL)
“If this is your life,”
he said softly to the reflection,
Kookie(SOUL)
“then I’ll use it properly.”
Then a faint, humorless breath left him.
Kookie(SOUL)
“And I won’t waste it chasing people who don’t see me.”
Outside the room, somewhere far below, a mansion that didn’t feel like home waited.
A world of cameras.
Expectations.
Rivals.
And a name that had already been destroyed before he even arrived.
Something new had just woken up.
Not Jungkook who begged to be seen.
Not Kookie who survived by running.
Something in between.
And for the first time since waking up…
He moved forward.
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“Not Jungkook”
A soft knock echoed through the room.
Kookie’s eyes opened slowly.
For a moment, confusion returned.
The massive bed. The cold luxury. The silence that didn’t belong to poverty.
Then memory settled again.
He wasn’t in the garage anymore.
A careful voice came from behind the door.
Nobody had ever called him that before.
In his old life, people called him: “Hey.” “Kid.” “Mechanic.” “Move.”
He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before answering awkwardly,
Jeon Jungkook/Kookie(MC) OMEGA
“…Thank you. I’m coming.”
Outside the door, the servant froze.
The woman looked confused.
Usually, Jeon Jungkook would rush downstairs immediately whenever breakfast was mentioned—especially if the family was there. Even if nobody spoke to him properly, he would still sit there trying to join conversations that never included him.
The voice sounded calm.
Quiet.
Different.
Inside the room, Kookie sat up slowly.
He still wasn’t used to the softness beneath him.
Even the air smelled expensive.
His eyes drifted toward the walk-in closet bigger than entire rooms he used to sleep in.
A bitter expression crossed his face.
Jeon Jungkook/Kookie(MC) OMEGA
“…How much money do rich people waste?”
Back then, he repaired broken bike parts just to afford food.
Now one jacket hanging inside that closet probably cost more than months of survival.
After washing up, Kookie finally walked downstairs.
Slowly.
No excitement.
No nervousness.
No desperate hope.
Just observation.
The mansion was enormous.
Clean marble floors reflected light from giant windows. Expensive paintings hung across the walls like silent decorations meant to prove status.
Servants lowered their heads respectfully as he passed.
And every single time, Kookie felt uncomfortable.
Servant
“…Morning, young master.”
Jeon Jungkook/Kookie(MC) OMEGA
“…Good morning.”
Servant
“…Would you like anything prepared?”
His steps slowed slightly.
Why were they being so polite?
Even if they were workers… nobody had ever treated him this gently before.
In his old life, kindness usually came with conditions.
Here, even simple respect felt unfamiliar.
So instead of ignoring them like the original Jungkook often did when emotionally overwhelmed—
Jeon Jungkook/Kookie(MC) OMEGA
“Thank you.”
Another servant blinked in shock.
Something was definitely wrong today.
By the time Kookie reached the dining area, the atmosphere changed immediately.
The long table looked less like a family breakfast and more like a business meeting.
Jeon Hyun-woo sat at the head of the table reading financial reports without looking up.
Han Seoyun elegantly drank coffee while scrolling through celebrity articles on her tablet.
Jeon Min-seok was already reviewing company documents.
Jeon Tae-hyun casually checked entertainment headlines mentioning his newest drama.
And Jeon Ha-eun softly spoke with a stylist through a phone call.
Nobody looked like they came here to eat together.
They came because routine demanded it.
Kookie noticed it instantly.
No warmth.
No connection.
Just people existing near each other.
His gaze lowered quietly.
So this was the family Jungkook wanted love from so badly.
The moment he sat down, silence barely shifted.
No one greeted him.
No one asked if he slept well.
Nothing.
And strangely—
Kookie didn’t feel hurt.
Because this wasn’t new to him.
He picked up the glass of water calmly.
Across the table, Tae-hyun finally glanced up briefly.
Jungkook usually looked eager at breakfast.
Careful.
Hopeful.
Watching everyone like he was waiting to be acknowledged.
But this version?
Quiet.
Relaxed.
Like he didn’t care anymore.
Jeon Taehyun(2nd brother of MC) Alpha
“…You’re unusually silent today,”
Kookie looked at him for a moment.
Not defensive.
Not emotional.
Just calm.
Jeon Jungkook/Kookie(MC) OMEGA
“I don’t think anyone here likes noise in the morning.”
The entire table went still for half a second.
Even Min-seok slowly lifted his eyes from the documents.
Because Jeon Jungkook—
Never answered like that before.
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“Misunderstood”
The silence at the table didn’t last long.
After a few seconds, everyone simply returned to what they were doing.
Min-seok continued reading reports.
Tae-hyun checked entertainment articles.
Ha-eun resumed her conversation with her stylist.
And Jeon Hyun-woo didn’t even bother lifting his eyes from the documents in front of him.
To them, this was normal.
Jeon Jungkook acting differently?
Probably another attempt at attention.
Nothing more.
Kookie noticed it immediately.
And strangely…
He didn’t feel angry.
Because this kind of indifference was familiar in another way.
Different place.
Different people.
Same loneliness.
Several servants carefully placed expensive dishes across the long table.
Warm soup.
Fresh bread.
Perfectly prepared meat.
Fruit that looked almost too beautiful to eat.
His hands stopped moving.
The smell alone almost shocked him.
Rich people ate like this… in the morning?
Without celebration?
Without working for it first?
Without wondering if tomorrow there would still be food left?
His chest tightened strangely.
A servant carefully placed another plate near him.
Kookie looked up slightly.
Jeon Jungkook/Kookie(MC) OMEGA
“…Thank you.”
The servant blinked again.
Even now, the politeness sounded sincere.
Not forced.
Not manipulative.
Sincere.
Kookie slowly picked up the fork.
Awkwardly.
Carefully.
Like someone touching something fragile.
Then he finally took a bite.
The moment the food touched his tongue—
His breathing paused.
Warm.
Soft.
Rich with flavor.
His eyes widened slightly before lowering again.
Because in his old life…
Food was survival.
Cheap convenience store meals.
Cold leftovers.
Instant noodles after exhausting work.
Sometimes nothing at all.
Nobody cooked for him.
Nobody prepared a table for him.
Nobody waited for him to eat.
The food was warm before he even touched it.
Something inside his chest suddenly hurt.
Kookie lowered his head quietly.
And before he realized it—
His eyes became teary.
Not loud crying.
Not dramatic.
Just silent tears gathering slowly because something this simple felt too overwhelming.
Across the table, Tae-hyun noticed first.
His expression subtly changed.
Ha-eun sighed internally without looking up from her phone.
Min-seok’s eyes briefly lifted from the documents before returning immediately.
Han Seoyun lightly placed down her coffee cup.
Han Seoyun (Ma of MC) Dominant Omega
“Jungkook,”
she said calmly, almost tired,
Han Seoyun (Ma of MC) Dominant Omega
“must you do this during breakfast?”
He looked up slightly, confused.
But before he could speak, Tae-hyun leaned back in his chair.
Jeon Taehyun(2nd brother of MC) Alpha
“If you wanted attention,”
Jeon Taehyun(2nd brother of MC) Alpha
“you could’ve just spoken normally.”
The words landed heavily in the silence.
Kookie froze for a moment.
Then realization slowly appeared in his eyes.
They thought…
He was crying because nobody paid attention to him.
Not because he was grateful.
Not because this was the first warm meal he’d eaten without fighting life for it.
No one even imagined that possibility.
And somehow—
That hurt more than the insults.
Kookie slowly lowered his gaze back to the food.
The tears disappeared quietly.
Jeon Jungkook/Kookie(MC) OMEGA
“…I wasn’t asking for attention.”
The dining table became completely silent.
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