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“Just a decorative piece” was a web novel with many genres: Dark, Yaoi, Psychological, and omegaverse.
The story follows Kim Hongjoong, a beta who’s an aspiring fashion designer who has a strong, passionate, and free-spirited nature that caught the eye of a psychopathic enigma—Jeong Yunho.
The enigma was estranged from his family and found solace at the beta, who took his time to be patient and understand him after meeting each other for the first time at the grand opening of the Jeong Hospital’s second branch in Busan. What began as Hongjoong’s act of kindness to befriend a family acquaintance soon twisted into horror. Yunho became the mastermind of Hongjoong’s downfall, so he could only rely on him.
Yunho saw that Hongjoong could fly on his own. So, he clipped his wings and caged him like a bird. He left a bloody trail of anyone who tried to save Hongjoong, and Hongjoong, who only found one way to escape this hell, took his own life.
Hwaseong slowly closed her laptop. At the age of 45, she let her tears stream down her face and sobbed like a child, while still on a video call with Minki.
“My boy doesn’t deserve all that!” She sobbed for Hongjoong. She took a tissue and blew her runny nose.
Meanwhile, Minki leaned in to casually take a screenshot of her crying face. “The story’s kinda common, but I did not expect the part where he killed himself.”
These two women—single, middle-aged, and bored with their gray office jobs, found joy in yaoi novels. A younger colleague introduced them to the genre after noticing that the three of them have one common interest—books. The two easily got hooked as reading became their escape, a shared guilty pleasure.
Then they discovered omegaverse—it was weird, overwhelming, yet strangely addictive. They laughed about it, knowing that it would become their new obsession. They swore that they would spend devouring every novel and manhwa until their declining years together.
Until tragedy struck.
At a company dinner, the two sat by the window when a truck lost control, it slammed into the building they were in and took their lives instantly.
When they opened their eyes, they were 18 again—but as high school boys who regained their past life memories after presenting.
They got reincarnated into an omegaverse novel, in which they will remain clueless about if they had not seen Yunho’s face on the billboard or the news about how competent the Jeong Hospital is.
The only silver lining was that Seonghwa and Mingi found each other, quickly becoming friends before they regained their memories, and the rest?
“Fuck this shit!” Seonghwa groaned, throwing a tantrum on the floor.
Mingi laughed, towering above him. “Now you’re screwed.”
Seonghwa sat up with a wicked smirk. “If I’m going down, you’re coming with me. Just because you’re an alpha doesn’t mean you’re safe. Enigmas exist in this world, dumbass!”
Mingi paled. “Y-yeah, but they’re only like… 2% of the population!”
“They still exist!”
Mingi sighed, rubbing his temples. “How about we just… live normal lives? It’s impossible to get caught up in the main story. We have no connection to the leads.”
Seonghwa narrowed his eyes. “You’re forgetting something. People who reincarnate always get dragged into the plot. Remember our classmate from middle school—Choi San?”
“Yeah, what about him?”
“He’s the second male lead.” Mingi didn’t get it, so Seonghwa continued, “meant to be Honjoong’s fiancé before Yunho stole the beta and Yunho’s last kill.”
Silence. Then Mingi dropped to the floor beside him, lying flat on his back. “Fuck.”
The two became inseparable with an unshakable bond. As an omega and alpha, people automatically thought they would mate—fall into traditional roles as their instinct and sub-genders take over. But they refuse and manage to help each other’s cycles in an unorthodox way: ice baths, water therapy, locking themselves in a room with toys just to ride it out.
What they once loved reading as fiction now felt like hell.
“At least your bestie’s in the same hell as you,” Mingi singsong after Seonghwo complained about the ice bath.
“Not helping.” Seonghwa plopped down and groaned, “I would gladly deal with period cramps over this.”
“I second that,” Mingi said as he sprayed air freshener—spraying Seonghwa’s scent away.
They both held no deep connection for their past lives. However, Seonghwa surprisingly didn’t want to get involved in the plot, and Mingi feels the same.