A New Life As A Extra Villain [BL]

Chapter 2: When the World Shatters

Yejun’s eyes snapped open, his lungs burning as he gulped in air. Every breath felt like sandpaper scraping against his chest. His heart thundered wildly, his body trembling as the remnants of the nightmare clung to him. The guillotine’s shadow loomed in his mind, vivid and relentless. He could still hear the crowd’s jeers and the deadly hiss of the blade slicing through the air. His skin prickled as though the phantom pain of it all had followed him back into reality.

Sitting up stiffly, he ran a shaky hand through his damp hair, his fingers catching on the tangles. What the hell was that? he thought, blinking into the dim light of the car. The seatbelt pressed against his chest, grounding him, and the rhythmic hum of tires rolling over asphalt brought him back to the present. He was alive. It had just been a dream.

But if it was just a dream, why did it feel so real?

He rubbed his face with both hands, as though trying to wipe away the lingering dread. "Why is it always the same dream?" he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse. Turning to the window, he watched the blurred scenery whip past. Everything looked so normal, yet his heart refused to slow. Am I losing it?

“Hey, idiot, what’s wrong with you now?” Jiyeon’s sharp voice cut through the quiet. His sister, sitting beside him, leaned closer, her arms crossed in mock concern. Her tone was dripping with that special kind of disdain only a sibling could perfect. “Did you freak yourself out again? God, you’re such a baby.”

Yejun gave her a flat look, still catching his breath. "What do you care?"

She smirked, leaning back in her seat. “I don’t. You’re just ruining the vibe.”

Rolling his eyes, Yejun sank deeper into his seat. Classic Jiyeon, he thought. She’d never been one for soft words or sympathy. "How about you mind your own business for once?" he shot back, his tone sharper than he intended.

“Why don’t you stop being so dramatic?” she countered, sticking her tongue out. Then, loud enough for their mother to hear, she added, “Mom, Yejun’s being weird again!”

Their mother, seated in the passenger seat, turned to glance at him, her brows knitting with concern. “Yejun, are you feeling alright? You look a little pale, honey.”

Before he could answer, Jiyeon interjected. “He’s faking it, like always. Probably just wants attention.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Yejun groaned, glaring at her. “Seriously, it’s exhausting.”

“Why don’t you stop being exhausting?” Jiyeon fired back, her smug grin widening.

Their father’s calm, steady voice cut through the brewing storm. “That’s enough, both of you,” he said, his hands firm on the steering wheel. His gaze flicked briefly to them in the rearview mirror, a silent warning in his eyes. “We’re not doing this today.”

The car fell into uneasy silence, the kind that was both a relief and a tension of its own. Yejun folded his arms, leaning his head against the window. Jiyeon huffed loudly, clearly annoyed that she didn’t get the last word. For a while, the only sound was the steady hum of the car.

Then, without warning, a deafening bang shattered the quiet.

The car jolted violently, and Yejun’s stomach lurched as the seatbelt bit into his chest. The world tilted, everything spinning as chaos erupted. Tires screeched, the sound so sharp it felt like it cut through his ears. Glass shattered, shards flying like deadly stars. Metal screamed in protest, a sound that would haunt him forever.

“What was that?!” his mother screamed, her voice high-pitched with terror. Her hands clutched the dashboard, her knuckles white.

His father’s hands gripped the wheel, his knuckles turning ghostly pale. “Hold on!” he shouted, his voice taut with strain. The car swerved wildly, the tires skidding against the asphalt. Yejun’s body slammed back against the seat, and for a split second, all he could hear was the world tearing apart around him.

And then, silence.

The car came to a jarring halt. Yejun blinked, his vision swimming as his head throbbed with a searing pain. His ears rang, the shrill noise drowning out everything else. He tried to move, but his body felt impossibly heavy, every limb weighed down as though by invisible chains. His chest ached with every shallow, labored breath.

Somewhere to his right, Jiyeon’s voice pierced the haze. “Mom! Dad! Yejun! Help!” Her panicked cries shattered the silence, but they felt distant, as though coming from another world.

I have to move. I have to check on them. The thought pounded in his mind, but his body refused to obey. He strained against the growing darkness, his vision narrowing to a small, suffocating tunnel.

And then, like a floodgate bursting open, memories surged through him.

He saw himself as a child, sprinting through the park with his best friend, their laughter ringing in the air. His first day of school, clutching his candy-filled satchel with a grin so wide it hurt his cheeks. Teasing arguments with Jiyeon over the last piece of candy, their mother sighing as she handed them each another to keep the peace.

He remembered afternoons spent in internet cafés, shouting over games with his friends until their stomachs hurt from laughing. Late nights playing video games with his older brother, who always let him win but never admitted it. And his mom—always smiling, always cooking his favorite meals, her love woven into every small gesture.

I didn’t tell her I loved her enough, he thought, a sharp pang of guilt stabbing his chest. I didn’t hug her enough. I didn’t try hard enough to make my dad proud. And Jiyeon... I could’ve been nicer to her. I should’ve been a better brother.

The weight of his regrets bore down on him, crushing and unrelenting. Each missed opportunity felt like a knife twisting in his heart. His breathing slowed, the pain dulling as numbness crept in.

At the edge of his fading vision, a light appeared. Warm and inviting, it pulsed gently, like the sun breaking through a storm. Yejun reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against it. The light felt like safety. Like home.

And then, it shattered.

The world dissolved into darkness, and he was weightless, untethered, drifting into the unknown.

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Chapter 3 will be released next week. Thank you for reading!