Sole Omega in an Alpha Family chapter 6

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay, sweetheart? You could stay in the hospital a bit longer.”

“No, I’m really fine—”

Shaking his head, Jungin paused as the warmth of a hand on his knuckles made him look up.

He saw Jungjin’s eyes, slightly drooping as if silently disappointed, though he said nothing.

“I’m really okay, hyung…”

“Alright. But you have to tell me right away if you feel any pain.”

He’d been scolded before for speaking informally, but this was the first time someone seemed upset over using polite speech.

Especially since Jungjin always smiled so brightly when he called him “hyung.”

While in the hospital, Plan A was to check his own body, but ever since sneaking out to the rooftop garden that day, he had failed thanks to his brothers, who stayed by his side 24/7.

So, he decided to execute Plan B—just ask outright—and parted his heavy lips.

“Hyung, by the way… what happened to, um, Choi Jungin?”

Jungjin, who had been packing Jungin’s things, froze, clearly startled by the sudden question.

Jungin, noticing something odd in his reaction, called out again.

“Hyung?”

“Ah, um, it seems he still hasn’t regained consciousness.”

“Still?”

It had already been nearly a week since Jungin had entered this body.

At first, he’d naively thought he’d go back to normal after a few days, but as time passed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going wrong.

“…Sweetheart?”

“Are you sure everything’s okay? I want to go see Jungin too.”

“The thing is, visits still aren’t allowed. I’ll tell you as soon as he wakes up, so just wait a little longer.”

Plus, every time he asked about Jungin, Jungjin’s evasive attitude made him wonder if… something worse had happened.

‘Could I… have died?’

His heart began to pound as a red warning light seemed to flash in his mind.

The sudden tightness in his chest made him clutch it, groaning, and as he let out a pained moan, Jungjin rushed over with a dark expression.

“Argh!”

“Sweetheart. Jungin!”

Damn.

His deep voice was the last thing he heard before red drops of blood fell onto his white hospital gown.

Shocked by the vivid sight of the blood, his body trembled, and Jungjin, biting his lip, tried to calm his younger brother.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. Shh…”

“Ahh, it hurts…”

“Shh. It’s okay. Hyung is here.”

Jungjin slowly stroked Jungin’s back, calming him as he trembled, pale-faced and breathing unsteadily.

After some time passed, Jungin awkwardly squirmed in his brother’s tight embrace.

“I’m really fine now…”

Jungin, who had been clinging to Jungjin and panting, noticed his brother’s neatly dressed clothes were now wrinkled and stained with patches of his own saliva.

Embarrassed, his ears flushed as he brushed his hand against the shirt, but then he looked up at the hand holding his wrist.

“Does anything hurt?”

“Uh, no…”

“Good.”

Letting out a long sigh, Jungjin gently patted Jungin’s head, hugging him tightly again.

The pressure in the solid embrace hurt, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

As Jungin, resting his head against Jungjin’s chest, noticed his brother’s hands trembling slightly, his eyes widened with a flicker of emotion.

‘This Jungin… you were really loved, weren’t you?’

After a week of watching his brothers, he wondered if he’d misunderstood things before.

He had been so loved all along.

Maybe Jungin’s words were just complaints after all.

He felt a mix of envy and guilt towards Jungjin.

While he was biting his inner cheek, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, the door creaked open, and Jungwoo and Jungseo entered the room.

“What are you two doing, hugging like that?”

Jungseo was the first to notice them and rushed over excitedly, pulling Jungin away from Jungjin’s embrace.

“Jungseo.”

“Oh, come on! I’ve given up enough time with him already.”

As the two of them started bickering, Jungin shook his head in exasperation, when Jungwoo suddenly lifted him up and grinned as he stood.

“Ah, hyung!”

“Shh. You’ll scare him. You just carry the bags and follow us.”

Jungjin wanted to stop Jungwoo, especially after Jungin’s earlier bout of hyperventilation and pain, but before he could, Jungin raised a finger to his lips and smiled softly, signaling that he was fine.

He didn’t want his brothers to worry, so he smiled again, mouthing “I’m okay” as Jungjin sighed inwardly.

Jungin was good at hiding his true feelings.

Even when he wasn’t okay, he’d always say he was fine, and he constantly hid his pain.

‘Such a cheerful kid…’

The doctor had said it was amnesia.

The issue was that Jungin believed he was someone else.

Maybe losing his memory was a blessing.

Jungjin couldn’t leave him alone, fearing he might act the same way if his memories returned.

As he looked at Jungin, who was giggling at Jungseo and Jungwoo’s argument, Jungjin clenched his teeth, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.

The brothers all got into the same car, positioning themselves protectively around Jungin, with one beside him and another behind, as if he might blow away with the wind.

Feeling uneasy from their overprotective behavior, Jungin scowled, but as soon as they entered the living room, his brothers started having a bizarre conversation.

“Jungseo. Don’t come into my room—it’s the second one on the left on the second floor.”

“Why would I go to your room when I have mine all the way at the end of the second floor? Just don’t come into my workshop in the basement.”

“Why would I go into your studio? My instruments and the stuff Jungin used as a kid are in there.”

“Exactly. So just go to your room across from Jungin’s.”

What kind of conversation is this?

Jungin watched his brothers closely, noting their awkward, guilty expressions.

It didn’t take long for him to figure out why.

“Oh, right, big brother. The side door stairway connected to the garage is fixed now, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Phew, thank goodness. Otherwise, we would’ve had to use the garden entrance instead of the reception room.”

It seemed they were trying to give him information, worried that he’d struggle with the house layout because of his memory loss.

“Oh, yeah, Jungin, your room on the second floor—”

“The one at the far right?”

Before Jungseo could finish his sentence, Jungin responded, causing his brother’s eyes to widen in surprise.

“…What?”

“The room at the far right of the second-floor stairs. That’s my room, isn’t it?”

“Oh, um, yeah. Then the one next to the bathroom—”

“The shared study?”

Again, Jungin answered before Jungseo could finish, and the latter looked down at him, astonished.

“How do you know that?”

“Jungseo.”

For some reason, they seemed to think his memory wasn’t intact.

That’s probably why they’d been speaking oddly and explaining every little thing since they got home.

He’d never once said he had amnesia, and he thought he’d done a decent job pretending to be Jungin.

How did they know?

Frowning at the weight on his shoulder, Jungin shrugged off Jungseo’s arm and spoke.

“This is my house. Why wouldn’t I know?”

In fact, he’d only found out about Jungin’s room by talking to the guy and overheard the maids talking about the study earlier.

But Jungin responded coolly.

“I’m going to go rest now.”

From the moment I arrived at the house, I was in a state of constant shock.

I knew Lee Jungin came from a wealthy family, but I didn’t expect his house to have an elevator.

Trying to pretend otherwise, I widened my eyes as I looked around, and everyone struggled to hold back their laughter.

Especially Jungwoo, who covered the lower half of his face like he was observing a cute little creature, and responded in a robotic tone.

“Yes, Jungin. If you want to rest, you can do that.”

“Hey, kid. Want me to take you there?”

“What? No, thanks. I’m not a child.”

Jungin pushed away Jungseo’s arm, as if he had caught onto something, shaking his head in refusal.

But even as he continued to push him away, the moment came when he was cImbing the stairs.

“Sweetie, your room is on the other side.”

“Huh…?”

“….”

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