Don't Eat My Pastries

2.(revised)

"hwa-Jinnaa you better wake up now! I won't ask for more icecream anymore or clean my room. Wake up jinna!"

The sister cried as the coffin was getting buried the still young 18 year old hwa-Jin die after tripping on stairs what an uncool way of dying.

"Jinna come backkk!!" Sister cried as she was held back by her mom who was also sobbing.

"Shh.. it's okay dear... Your brother is in a better place.."

"hwa-Jinnaa!" The cries never stopped.

"He is in a better place sweetie..."

hwa-Jin pov..

"BETTER MY ASS!"

I shouted as I saw my mother trying to coax my sister who was crying. Even I felt like crying ofcourse I'm crying. I could see her but she couldn't.

"At least we can meet in heaven... or hell hahahaha" I said trying to make  a joke out of my death. 

Hey it's my copping mechanism, I talked to myself, make fun of myself and much more. 

I was talking to myself as a butterfly came and took me like I weigh nothing, well technically I'm in my soul form so sure I was light as hell, like Bella Hadid .

 ( an: Yes he was smaller than a butterfly)

I slept on the ride to unknown.

Third pov..

A butterfly came and lay on the unconscious body of the beauty. He was in his room unconscious for 2 months now. The boy was poisoned. No he saved his youngest brother from getting poisoned.

He drank the tea the suspicious maid brought.
"He has been unconscious for 2 months now... We should take him to the high class priest now papa..."

"They are too expensive to hire hwa-ji your brother is strong and we have already hired a priest " the father said with a sigh like being in the room as the unconscious boy  was a big no-no, and taking out time for his son was a not his thing.

if his youngest wouldn't have convinced him he wouldn't have come to watch this one at all.

A family that could compete a duke Kingdom in terms of wealth thought that hiring a high class priest will be too expensive hah wow...

It takes 10,000 gold coin to hire a High class priest and the towel used to wipe the young boy was almost 30,000. We can just say that so called papa didn't care about the poisoned son.

"I have a lot of work so I will be going you too should go and study"

"But papa... Brother hasn't woken up yet! please just one time get a high priest! papa please I beg you! if it wasn't for brother Jin I would have been poisoned instead! father! please! its been two months.. take! take my allowance money if you want but save Brother!" the youngest begged earnestly but that was in fact very annoying and gave the said papa a headache. 

"Maids! Make sure the youngest master can't enter this room from now on!" the papa said coldly. 

"What..? no! I ! papa I'm sorry but please don't ban me! papa please" the youngest begged, tears streaming down his beautiful eyes.

Many maids came on the call and took the young master away locking the door behind four guards stationed near the room.

"Hmm... Ugh" the poisoned master woke up as a dead butterfly was on his chest. "umm.." the master said confused as he picked the butterfly off his chest and out of the window It went, that gave the master creeps, imagine waking up in an unknown place and first thing you see is a dead butterfly. He was no princess to care about a dead butterfly or revive it or something, what was he snow white?

The surrounding was unfamiliar making him off guard for a while.

"I died is... Is this heaven?" 

The boy got up and there stood a big mirror. He looked at himself.

"How am I so beautiful?" he complemented himself, giving the mirror a thumbs up. 

The master had pale skin, black eyes, black hair not skinny but not fat. He was simply but the simplicity itself was beautiful.

He had reincarnated but where? Being a person who have read a lot of fantasy he wasn't freaked out actually it was one of his dream to reincarnate in any nice novel.

Was he a prince or a young master? Maybe even a high class mage. he thought smugly trying to summon a fireball looking like a total idiot. 

He screamed system but system never appeared so he was on his own and he didn't have some lousy mission to do.

He was still admiring his beauty when he thought was he still a boy? He was embarrassed but decided to check anyways "good I'm still a boy..." he sighed when he heard a knock.

"Young master hwa-Jin this servant is entering"

And without any response the servant entered of course dramatically dropping the bowl of water with a towel which cost 30,000 gold coins on the ground when she saw the young master up, after two months.

Two guards came in to see what was wrong and were shocked as well. Their young master who was unconscious for 2 months was now standing as if he just got up from a two hours of sleep.

"C- call the priest!" One said as the other guard hurried his way to call the priest and the youngest master who was concerned the most.

The youngest master came in like a light bolt and hugged his brother like a kola. Even though the age gap between them was one year jin was quite tall unlike hwa-ji who only reached hwa-Jin shoulder.

"Don't try to protect me like that in the future don't get yourself in danger!" the youngest said crying again like he was in some melodrama. 

"Hmm" is how hwa-Jin replied as he soothed the boy hugging him. 'Were they boyfriends? No! probably not this boy is too young and so am I' Jin thought to himself.

"I... I want to rest.. leave for a while please" he said as the guards, the maid left and soon the young brother.

He looked at himself in the mirror. 'Eyes that are blacker than black hole, skin paler than a face mask sheet, lips plumpy and pink as if he was born with pigmented lips, hair as fluffy as sheeps wool or the horse tail and natural wavy hair' that description came in his mind.

"Hah no... Why... why did I become Jo hwa-Jin.. the unluckiest person of this au... Not to mention this is Omega verse..." jin said to himself and felt like his soul was already evacuating the body but couldn't obviously. 

'well atleast I'm a alpha what my sister described in her gossip"

"the novel <<A Villan Is Not Born But Made>> is the villan pov of how his family live happily without him that's all it's a story telling how a villan is made.

A villan is not born but made was a rollercoaster is how his sister described and now he was going to live the life of the villan making sure not to turn into a villan.

'lets try my best to avoid everyone and give all my love to my youngest brother so that I don't die at the age of 24 or before and maybe find my beta or omega. Fighting~'