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When Woohee regained consciousness, he found himself in a strange place.

He should’ve been writhing in pain, close to death, but instead, he felt perfectly fine.

Startled, he examined his body. His hands were small and pale, like tiny maple leaves.

Panicking, he scanned the room, which was far larger than the one-room apartment he used to live in.

Cautiously, he got out of bed and found a mirror in the bathroom.

What he saw made his jaw drop.

“What the hell?”

A cute child stared back at him, mimicking his expressions.

‘What’s going on? Reincarnation? That doesn’t make sense—I’m not a baby. Transmigration? Is this what they call Transmigration? Well, at least this seems like a rich family. That’s good, right? But wait… what about the real kid? Did I just steal his body? Am I some kind of evil spirit now?’

He spun around in the bathroom, trying to figure things out, but nothing made sense.

Frustrated, he tugged at his hair.

‘I need more information.’

He decided to act cautiously, reasoning that a sudden declaration of “memory loss” would alarm the child’s parents.

Leaving the bathroom, he searched the room and found a kindergarten backpack on the chair and what looked like a diary in the desk drawer.

The cover read Yeo Woohee.

Could it be?

A theory raced through his mind, but he needed more evidence to confirm it.

“Sorry, kid. I know it’s wrong to invade your privacy, but I hope you understand.”

The diary’s contents were nearly illegible, filled with messy handwriting and strange drawings. Woohee sighed.

Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t decipher the child’s sloppy scrawl.

He returned the diary to its drawer, giving up.

Deciding to face the situation head-on, he cautiously opened the door.

“Wow. Is this seriously a house?”

The hallway stretched endlessly, adorned with paintings worthy of a museum.

‘These can’t be real… can they?’

The opulent decor made him wonder otherwise.

A maid in a uniform spotted him and approached.

“You’re up early, young master.”

Woohee nodded, trying to mask his nervousness.

“The chairman is having breakfast. He’ll be pleased if you join him.”

‘Just as I thought…’

This was straight out of a BL novel cliché.

He quickly recalled details about the character Yeo Woohee and his surroundings.

Following the maid, he descended to the first floor via an elevator.

The house resembled a hotel lobby, with soaring ceilings and a massive chandelier.

Instead of a simple kitchen, the dining area resembled a banquet hall straight out of a magic academy.

The table was so large that ten grown men could lie down on it with room to spare.

Seated at the head of the table was a man in a suit. He noticed Woohee’s approach.

“Woohee, what brings you here so early?”

To a child, the man’s tone might have seemed cold, but to Woohee, it was merely inquisitive.

If he were the real Yeo Woohee, he might have been scared into tears, but as a college student in a child’s body, he confidently walked over and stood before the chairman.

“I wanted to have breakfast with you.”

The chairman found his son’s behavior endearing.

The timid child, who had been terrified of being caught with him after “that incident,” was now mustering the courage to be by his side.

Taking advantage of his eldest son’s absence, the chairman lifted Woohee onto his lap.

“All right, let’s eat together.”

He was utterly captivated by Yeo Woohee, who opened his mouth like a baby bird every time he spoon-fed him.

He couldn’t fathom how someone could be so endearing.

Woohee’s plump cheeks had a rosy glow, and his large eyes sparkled like stars.

It brought him joy to feel that the child had opened his heart to him.

In the past, Chairman Yeo had made a mistake with a servant during an unexpected rut.

Afterward, he gave her a significant amount of money and sent her away.

His wife, blaming the incident on the lack of a mark, reluctantly offered her nape to him.

Chairman Yeo thought that was the end of the matter.

However, seven years later, the woman returned, holding a young child by the hand.

She claimed that Yeo Woohee was his son.

A genetic test was conducted using the child’s epithelial cells, and the results showed a 99.9% match—confirming their father-son relationship.

Suddenly, he found himself with a six-year-old son.

It was disorienting, and he felt sorry for his family.

Yet, unexpectedly, his legitimate son, Yeo Jinwoo, seemed quite fond of Woohee and played with him often.

His wife, however, was less accepting of Woohee.

Naturally, she would be. Woohee was the son of her marked Alpha and another Omega.

No matter how angelic she was, it was hard for her to love the child.

Chairman Yeo didn’t force his wife to develop a relationship with Woohee.

He brought only the child into the household and had the servant sign a contract in exchange for 2 billion won, ensuring she would never raise this matter again.

The servant would never see Woohee again for the rest of her life.

Although he felt sorry for the child, who had lost his mother overnight, he had no intention of bringing another Omega into a household with his wife.

It was a one-night mistake—nothing more, nothing less.

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The sound of the door opening could be heard.

Woohee, who had been asleep, pretended to stay asleep with his eyes tightly shut.

Every morning, Yeo Jinwoo woke up two hours earlier than his school schedule to sneak into Woohee’s room.

Although one might think he’d be indifferent toward a younger brother brought in from outside, the opposite was true.

Jinwoo’s obsession with Woohee was intense—something not revealed in the original novel.

It was hard to understand how, in the novel, the villainous Omega and Jinwoo ended up being at odds.

Soft, damp lips touched Woohee’s cheek.

He clenched the blanket in his hands, pretending to be frightened, and kept his eyes shut.

“Woohee, if you’re awake, you should open your eyes.”

“Hyung… Hyung.”

“That’s right. Did you sleep well?”

Long eyelashes fluttered briefly before revealing Woohee’s brown, teary eyes.

When Jinwoo met the frightened gaze of the child, it felt like an arrow pierced his heart.

Woohee was a sweet, soft child, like a ripe peach.

Whenever Jinwoo came close, he felt an indescribable sweet scent, which put him in a good mood.

As he watched Woohee clutch the edge of the blanket tightly, Jinwoo wanted to feel the small hand holding onto his own clothes.

Gently, he grabbed Woohee’s hand and guided it to clutch his sleeve.

The terrified child’s large eyes welled up with tears that fell like a downpour.

His tear-streaked cheeks turned red, and he panted softly through his mouth due to a stuffy nose.

Jinwoo found himself deeply affected by the sight.

How much more would he want to make him cry in the future, given how beautifully he wept now?

Jinwoo tenderly wiped away Woohee’s tears.

“Why are you crying first thing in the morning? Are you a baby?”

“Sniff… I’m not a baby.”

“But you’re in kindergarten, so you’re still a baby. Whatever I say is always right, so don’t argue. Got it?”

“Yes… Sniff.”

Woohee buried his shining eyes into the pillow.

Jinwoo lay beside him and gently stroked his small back, which seemed as tiny as a rabbit’s.

He wanted to stay by Woohee’s side forever, but it saddened him that he couldn’t.

After school today, there was another appointment for therapy.

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