Don't You Need an Omega Lucky Charm - Chapter 9.2
“Yes, we are checking right now. Please wait a moment.”
Soon, the speaker went quiet.
Now there was nothing left to do but wait. The inside of the elevator was strangely calm.
“To continue what we were talking about… It really isn’t me.”
Since there was nothing else he could do, Haon made up his mind to talk to him.
“I really wasn’t following you around, Senior. In fact, it is closer to the opposite. I did that to avoid you, Senior.”
“Avoid?”
Haon bit his lip at Cha Jeongwon’s question, catching the end of his words. As he blabbered back and forth, words he shouldn’t have said came out without him realizing it.
“I mean… In case I jump on you, Senior?”
Because he shouted while trying to spin his brain, the sound came out loudly.
Cha Jeongwon looked at Haon with eyes that seemed to ask how far he was going to go.
“I’m really not like that, but since you see me as an Omega who randomly jumps on people…”
Just then, the ceiling flashed once, and the light turned off and on.
It flickered enough to make him wonder if it was just doing that for a second, then it turned off completely, and a darkness where nothing could be seen settled down.
“…”
“…”
The narrow space was filled with only the sound of breathing.
“Now even the lights are going out.”
Haon muttered as he looked around at his surroundings where nothing could be seen. This is exactly the same as before playing ghost games at night with my younger siblings with the lights off.
Of all times, for a thing like this to happen while being together with Cha Jeongwon. He couldn’t suggest that he play ghost games either. He didn’t know if it was an atmosphere to keep talking in the dark either. It was truly troubling.
If it were Cha Jeongwon, he would be blaming his bad luck by now, so he didn’t want to add another word on top of that unnecessarily.
In the dark, the sound of Cha Jeongwon breathing out long could be heard.
A short, trembling breath. It was a breath that sounded agitated.
…Huh?
“Senior, are you okay?”
Haon asked carefully.
There was no answer. Instead, the sound of clothes brushing and a low breath leaked out for a moment.
“…Tsk.”
Following that, the sound of clicking his tongue was heard.
Did he bump into somewhere?
At first, he simply thought like that.
A narrow space, blocked air, and Alpha’s pheromones.
Then soon, the contents of the original novel came to mind.
The accident that happened to Cha Jeongwon. Even the fact that he exceptionally hated dark and enclosed places because of it.
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It was a car accident.
Inside the overturned car was a space like scattered black ink beyond the night.
Cha Jeongwon quietly pointed out his senses one by one. The dust that came in as the windshield broke, the acrid smell. Unpleasant senses tangled together, blocking his nose and throat at the same time.
Is it again?
The thing that came to mind first in his head was that thought.
Not once, not twice. Even if all kinds of things went twisted throughout his life, he had endured somehow.
Only after becoming a situation where he was barely breathing while hanging upside down inside an overturned car did he finally come to accept it.
This time it is real.
The seatbelt tightened Cha Jeongwon’s shoulder and chest. Even knowing that he had to unfasten it, his hands did not fall away.
It felt like the car body would creak if he moved his hand even a little, and he imagined the iron mass that would crash down over his head. The sound of glass pieces that were hanging precariously falling brushed past his ears.
With the floor that used to be the ceiling rushing right in front of his eyes, at the end of his vision that spread red, the popped airbag was inflated like a white balloon and then slowly deflated.
“Ha, haa…”
Breathing became harder and harder.
He couldn’t even gauge where it hurt. As if his whole body was lumped together into a single mass under the name of pain, his entire body throbbed.
Isn’t it funny, Cha Jeongwon.
Rather than the fact that an accident happened, such self-mockery came to mind first. Remarks he would usually laugh off couldn’t come out of his mouth here.
Every time he inhaled, it hurt like being stabbed, and it felt like the air itself was gradually decreasing.
Failing because I’m unlucky, getting hurt because I’m unlucky, and people leaving because I’m unlucky.
The feeling of someone calmly reciting and organizing it inside his head. Now it felt like only the last line was left.
Because I’m unlucky… I’m dying.
He took a deep breath once and threw it up with a cough.
Something cold flowed down from near his knees. An unknown liquid, whether blood or something else, fell beside his face.
Fear climbed up his throat from the inside, but the sound did not come out properly.
He didn’t even get the thought that someone to help would come.
This dark and narrow space.
The only things surrounding him were the weight of iron, glass, smoke, and all the misfortunes he had experienced so far falling down all at once.
Still…
Even in the midst of that, a very small regret remained.
He thought a proper opportunity would come at least once.
That his luck would turn around at least once.
