Reincarnated After All
I never believed in reincarnation. To me, life was like a computer—once it broke, the power shut off forever, gathering dust for eternity.
But no, fuck that.
I propped myself up on the hospital bed, clenching and unclenching my fist. I even tapped my cheeks lightly. Still, the truth etched into this tiny brain of mine wouldn't fade.
Guess I have to admit it. I've reincarnated. But shit, my head's gonna split open.
The jumble of info flooding my mind was clouding my judgment, so I decided to sort it out first.
In my past life, I was a late-20s salaryman. Parents gone early, no siblings or relatives—I'd been flying solo. Was it all that hard work? I landed a job at one of Korea's top conglomerates.
I was thrilled back then. When that acceptance text came in, I collapsed in my cramped room and bawled like a baby for hours. No close friends to share the joy with.
And that same day, a red car slammed into me while I was standing in India, ending my life in a puff of nothing.
Did dying by car in my past life let me keep these memories?}
Hit by another red car just like before, my body floating up—I remembered my past life as Kim Hyun-soo.
Lucky break. At that speed, just bruises besides the leg injury.
I glanced down at my bandaged leg. For a 7-year-old, it was ridiculously short.
Even accounting for guys in this world being small, this was too much. Yeah, in this world, I hadn't reincarnated as your average 7-year-old boy.
This place was flipped—men's and women's chastity views, strength, status, all reversed. A full-on gender-reversed world.
Reborn here as Han Siwoo.
"Siwoo-ya! Are you okay?!"
A chubby middle-aged woman came rushing in, making a huge fuss. Memories all jumbled from past and present, but her face rang a bell—she was definitely someone close.
I gripped the bed rail, sat up, and bowed my head politely.
"Hello, Neighbor Auntie."
"Aigoo, Siwoo-ya! Look at you! At an age when you should be running around wild!"
Her racket made my head throb. But it told me she was important to me. For a woman in this world, she fussed a lot. Part of me appreciated it was all for my sake, but loud was loud.
"They said the bandages come off in a few days. No need to worry so much."
"Kid...?"
Shit, my past-life speech slipped out. I quickly changed the subject.
"Mom and Dad aren't coming today either...?"
"Aish, yeah. Those two! Half-human or what!"
Han Siwoo's—my—parents had dumped me with Neighbor Auntie since I was little, jetting off overseas for work trips. Heard they were in France this time... Young parents, zero responsibility.
"Siwoo-ya, what do you wanna eat when you get outta the hospital? Auntie'll buy anything!"
"Hmm... Chicken! Chicken!"
No wonder Han Siwoo clung to her more than his barely-remembered parents. I dredged up the memory of his favorite food and answered brightly.
"Yum, chicken it is! Oh, right! Siwoo-ya, Somwol's nearby—wanna see her?"
"Yes! Yes! I do!!"
Hearing Park Somwol's name, my body reacted on its own. She was this auntie's daughter...
This brat—no, me—likes that girl?}
Showing it so obviously at this age. Naughty little kid. Don't kids this age tease their crushes?
"Hurry! Hurry!"
"She's actually right here!"
Out bounced a girl a head taller than me. Glossy black hair to her waist, skin tanned from playing outside—like a classic beauty in the making.
Raw gold ore. Unpolished but shining, and once refined? Dazzling the world.
"Siwoo-ya. You okay?"
"Uh, yeah..."
Somwol stuck right to me with a smack. This lewd brat's face flushed beet red. No mirror, but the heat confirmed it.
"Hehe, get better quick so we can play."
"Yeah..."
Cheeky little thing. I glanced at Auntie—beaming down at us fondly.
Somwol lifted my flushed, ducked head.
"Ehehe, muah."
She pecked my lips. Only then did I get why Han Siwoo went gaga over her.
Falling for a 7-year-old at my age feels off... but hey, I'm 7 now too.
I rationalized it away and chatted with Somwol till visiting hours ended.
About 13 years later.
Somwol and I went through elementary, middle, high together—and now the same college.
She'd grown into the stunning beauty I'd predicted.
But why am I stuck like this?}
Barely scraping 150cm, skin white as fresh canvas like Mom's, sharp eyes like Dad's... Objectively handsome, but more cute than hot.
"Hey, let go."
"Hehe..."
Maybe that's why Park Somwol this bitch paraded me around like a teddy bear. Earned me the nickname Teddy Bear.
"Le-let go! I said let go...! Ugh...!"
"Don't squirm! You might fall!"
I thrashed to escape her safety-belt grip on my waist, but weaker than most guys my age, no dice.
"How long you gonna treat me like this!? I'll call the cops for sexual harassment for real!"
"Tch."
Half-threat worked—she set me down. But then she petted my hair like a cat's fur.
Fine, do what you want.
We strolled the hallway slow.
Gulp—swallowing behind me.
Probably Somwol.
Even this tiny body turns some women on. More pedos than you'd think. Mom once said on a call it was 'like your dad'... No clue.
What's so hot about my little ass that she gulps and stares like that?
Women were incomprehensible in my past life too.
"Siwoo-ya!"
Thud!
Lost in thought, I didn't see the girl ahead and crashed hard. Butt-planted.
"Ack! Siwoo-ya!"
Somwol rushed over, checked me. Butt stung, but otherwise fine.
"Ah."
Not her, though. Her chocolate ice cream splattered on her white clothes from the bump.
"Uh, s-sorry...!"
Big trouble. This was infamous bully Kang Ye-jin! Temper like a thug, even locals steer clear!
Her furrowed brow screamed pissed...
"Hey."
"Y-yeah...?"
"This shirt's fuckin' expensive. How you gonna pay?"
"Dry cleaning fee...?"
"Dry cleaning? Bitch, designer shit don't go to regular cleaners. Specialist or buy new—pricey either way. What now?"
"Uh, I... th-that!"
Fucked. Too scared to speak!
180cm tank, bronze skin, ripped limbs like an athlete... Even past-life me would've shrunk.
"Answer."
"Uh, yeah?"
"Answer. How you payin'?"
"M-money, I got money. From parents..."
"Nah, need it now."
"No cash on me! Gimme a sec to call!"
Crunch!
"Eek!"
"No money? Pay with your body then. That slutty little thing'll cover it quick."
Ye-jin grabbed my ass rough. The sudden grope yanked a pathetic moan from me.
"Hey! Hands off!"
Somwol stormed up, yanked me free, hid me behind her. Embarrassing for a past-life Korean man, but damn, she looked cool today.
Hug voucher: 1 used.
Ye-jin sized up Somwol—same height, no pushover—shut her trap, eyed us, then turned and walked off.
"C'mon, Siwoo-ya."