Bzzt. Bzzt.
“Ugh, sis… turn off the alarm… it’s loud.”
The familiar alarm sound rang out.
Like always, I fumbled around to find the phone on the bedside table.
“Why do you even set alarms you never wake up to?”
So I end up turning them off every time.
Grumbling, I forced my sleepy eyes open and glared at the screen.
7 a.m.
It was the weekend.
She didn’t even have work, so why set an alarm at this hour?
I’d never understand, even if I died and came back.
‘Let’s just turn it off.’
I reached to hit the dismiss button so I could go back to sleep.
“……?”
Did my eyes glitch?
Instead of the usual “Wake up!” message, something else was written.
[Take heat meds]
“Heat… meds…?”
What is that?
Is it some new medicine my sister’s taking?
Never heard of it.
My just-woken brain felt foggy.
It was a word I’d heard somewhere before… but I couldn’t quite remember.
I sat there, struggling to recall.
“Ah.”
And then it hit me.
It was a term from one of the BL novels my sister was obsessed with.
In that Omegaverse setting—with alphas, betas, and omegas—when an omega went into a mating cycle like an animal, they called it “heat,” or a heat cycle.
The only reason I even knew this was because my sister was a full-blown obsessive otaku.
She’d constantly try to drag me, a complete normie, into whatever novel she was into.
‘…But why is that showing up here?’
Did she seriously get so immersed that she changed her alarm text to this?
Clicking my tongue at her questionable hobby, I turned off the alarm.
“Sis! Wake up! Why’d you set such a weird ala—…?”
Huh?
‘Am I dreaming?’
Something was off.
I rubbed my eyes hard and even pulled my cheeks, but nothing changed.
“No matter how I look at it… this isn’t our house.”
The room was clean and minimal, decorated in monochrome white, gray, and black.
This was definitely not my room.
Our house was an old mess covered in hideous cherry wood molding.
On top of that, we were a huge family of seven kids, born to parents who ran an orchard.
I was the youngest—the bottom of the hierarchy.
Too many kids, too few rooms.
I’d never had a room of my own, even as an adult.
I always shared with my sixth sibling, my older brother just a year above me.
So the fact that I was alone in this clean, simple room…
It was shocking.
There was only one bed.
A king-sized bed.
Was this a dream?
Reality?
Or had I been kidnapped?
Praying it wasn’t the last one, I slowly got up from the ridiculously soft bed.
“…Hello? Is anyone here…?”
Silence.
When I stepped outside, it looked like a three-room apartment.
But judging by how empty it was, either everyone had gone out… or no one lived here at all.
“Seriously, no one’s here?”
I checked the other two rooms just in case.
No one.
They looked like a study and a guest room—no signs of anyone sleeping there.
‘So someone lives alone in this huge place?’
Whoever brought me here had to be rich.
The spacious layout and the Han River view outside the window proved it.
I had no idea why I’d been brought here, though.
‘That heat alarm earlier… it must belong to the owner.’
There’s no way I’d set an alarm on a precious weekend morning.
I’d be dead asleep.
I picked up the phone, assuming it belonged to the homeowner—possibly my kidnapper.
Just as I tried to call an emergency number, the locked screen unlocked via face recognition.
“What?”
Why is it recognizing my face?
That was the moment I should’ve realized something was seriously wrong.
Though honestly, even if I had, nothing would’ve changed.
Still confused, my hand moved automatically and tapped the contacts icon.
At the top, I saw the phone owner’s name and profile picture.
Seong Chanyeong.
And the face—
It was ridiculously handsome.
The kind of visuals you’d expect from the center of an idol group.
‘A celebrity? At least a shopping mall model or something…?’
But then why was I here?
And where was he?
More importantly, I had zero connection to this guy.
I didn’t even know him—…huh?
‘Wait.’
That same unpleasant sense of familiarity crept in again.
Seong Chanyeong.
The heat alarm.
Damn it.
My brain recognized a novel where both appeared together.
“No way, right? Come on… seriously?”
…Even as I said that, my feet were already moving toward the large wall mirror I’d noticed earlier.
“NO WAY!!!”
I screamed the moment I saw my reflection.
Instead of my usual face,
It was Seong Chanyeong’s perfectly sculpted face—the same one from the profile picture.
As much as I didn’t want to admit it…
I think I’d transmigrated.
Into a BL novel where multiple tops revolve around one bottom—
And in that story, Seong Chanyeong’s role was…
A villain.
One who burned with inferiority toward the main character, Seo Eunsu, and eventually met a miserable end at the hands of the male leads.
The reason he came to hate Seo Eunsu wasn’t even that deep.
Chanyeong, originally a dominant Omega, was reclassified as a recessive Omega during final evaluation.
Meanwhile, Seo Eunsu went from recessive to dominant.
On top of that, Chanyeong had his eyes on the men who liked Seo Eunsu.
So his jealousy only grew stronger…
And in the end, he died.
“f*ck, why do I even remember all this?!”
The moment I realized the absolute mess I was in,
Chanyeong’s phone started ringing again.
Bzzt. Bzzt.
[Take heat meds]
“f*ck off! You take them!”
Already heated from the absurd situation, I shouted at the annoying alarm.
But the phone, of course, didn’t care.
It kept ringing.
[Take heat meds]
[Take heat meds]
This was driving me insane.
Damn it.
I’d woken up as the villain—
A recessive Omega, Seong Chanyeong.
“What am I supposed to do now…?”
Fragments of the phone I’d thrown were scattered across the floor.
Because Chanyeong had set multiple alarms, no matter how many times I turned them off, they kept ringing.
Eventually, I snapped and hurled the phone.
“So I really became Seong Chanyeong?”
I’d already guessed from the face and the heat alarm, but accepting reality was a whole different story.
Still, the reflection in the mirror was undeniably him.
Light brown eyes.
Brown hair.
Even the tear mole beside the eye.
A subtly seductive face—exactly like Chanyeong’s.
There was no denying it.
“Wow… seriously… why him of all people?”
I was just some random normie my sister forced to read her novels.
Because she was so obsessed, I ended up memorizing the characters, plot, and settings.
And now this?
Transmigration?
‘And into a recessive Omega who dies miserably while craving the love of multiple tops…?’
In the story, Chanyeong absolutely hated being labeled a recessive Omega.
He even hid it by pretending to be a beta.
Eventually, after accepting the truth, he did something insane.
He drugged one of the male leads—his fiancé—and tried to get pregnant.
Their engagement wasn’t based on love.
It was purely political.
But when Chanyeong found out his fiancé had a crush on Seo Eunsu,
He lost his mind in rage and planned that act.
–What does he have that I don’t?!
All because his pride was hurt,
He tried to commit r*pe.
From my perspective, Chanyeong clearly had possessiveness toward his fiancé, even if he refused to admit it.
Add in his inferiority complex toward Seo Eunsu,
And the two emotions exploded together.
‘In the end, he failed.’
No matter how much he prepared, the other guy was still an alpha.
The fiancé got furious, overpowered him, broke off the engagement, and destroyed his life.
Chanyeong’s family collapsed.
He was sold off as a second wife to a rich, old, perverted recessive alpha.
And eventually…
He took his own life.
‘That’s… Seong Chanyeong’s future.’
And now I’m him.
Haha.
I laughed in disbelief for a while, then stopped, then started crying.
All while lying on the ridiculously soft luxury bed, soaking the pillow.
Even as I sobbed, the bed felt insanely comfortable.
I hadn’t eaten anything, and crying drained all my energy.
Sleepiness crept in.
‘…I shouldn’t fall asleep.’
I need to figure out what point in the timeline I’ve entered—
But eventually, I dozed off.
Yeah.
This was all the bed’s fault.