To be a fan was never easy for someone like me, not only that I am male and with a disability, but also that I will be gone sooner or later...
People at the hospital often say that I shouldn't be bothering them as I will never get to see them up close. They even said that I should stop dreaming and instead focus on my recovery over this cancer.
But, I knew it myself, there's nothing that could help me now. Even my attending doctors had been telling my parents that nothing is really helping me, so why should I even bother to get better, right?
If anything, the only thing that had me alive right now is because of my parents' feeding to my only interest and yes, it is all about Seventeen, a thirteen-member K-pop Male Group, famous for their synchronicity and their versatility to both music and dance.
Their songs bring me relief, their dances give me joy and their achievements make me feel proud that I am stanning all of them. But most of all, I enjoy their ships, especially my bias, Yoon Jeonghan with my bias-wrecker, Choi Seungcheol, or JeongCheol.
I know I am probably being delusional over it, but I love how domesticated are they with one another, it all just feel so natural more than scripted or a fan-service, so if I would be asked for a dying wish, I would wish that somewhere in a parallel universe, all the ships in Seventeen could come together, especially my JeongCheol.
But one fateful night, I was busy rewatching a video where they were all crying because of their very first award upon debut. I was even crying with them, like I was any part of their group, when suddenly my bones and joints started to ache, making me scream.
Of course, it alarmed my sleeping mom and had to press the button for immediate assistance, but before the available physician could arrive to check on me, I was already coded as my body began to stiffen, and eventually shut down.
I remembered seeing my mom crying out loud as the doctor tried to resuscitate me, hoping to bring me back, but after a full 10 minutes and seeing me not responding at all, my mom finally stopped them.
"Time of death, 11:17 pm." The doctor announces, before leading everyone out to give me and my mom, a bit more time, before my body is taken to the morgue.
I don't know when or how, but the next thing I knew, I was nowhere in that hospital. Instead, I saw myself in a place that you could only see in some animated films, in an anime room, lying down comfortably on an animated bed.
Trying to make sense of it all, I then hesitantly get off my bed, the thought of hurting myself just by trying to stand and walk, overwhelming me. But as I did so, I actually felt no pain, so I rushed towards the vanity mirror I saw.
"Oh my goodness! What is happening? Why am I animated as well?!" I muttered to myself, feeling my own body, as I crosschecked at the mirror, making sure the mirror wasn't fooling me, but as I confirmed it is all real, I just dropped into my knees, causing a loud thump.
Without less than a minute the door then opened and came in, two animated guys, who looked utterly familiar to me.
"Choi Haneol! What the hell are you doing?! Your papa and I were already sleeping!" One of them scolded me.
Then the longer haired one, gently patted its shoulder before walking towards me helping me up and back to my bed. "Don't mind your daddy, sweetheart. He's just tired from work." It said, gently ruffling my hair before it tucked me to bed.
The other guy then growled. "Yoon Jeonghan, you're spoiling him again!" It said, making me look at the long haired guy, realizing why I felt they look familiar.
Jeonghan then replied with a pouty groan. "Can't I spoil our kid now, Choi Seungcheol?!" It said, making me look at the other guy, finally getting a good grasp of the situation.
Seungcheol groaned back, eyeing me annoyed, but ever a softie for Jeonghan, he swallowed his pride and knelt before it. "Of course you can, Hannie-ah. I just don't want our very own son to grow up spoiled." It explained, its voice utterly soft.
Jeonghan then nodded, but still pouting. "I know that, but being hard on him won't do good either, Ddadu-ya. You're always scolding him when you can just talk to him nicely." It argued.
Seungcheol sighed. "Alright, I own up on that. But can we stop spoiling him a bit too? I mean, he's already turning 13, and sooner or later, he'll be manifesting too. He could be an alpha like me, or an omega like you, but either way, he still needs to grow up well." It cooed, brushing Jeonghan's cheek.
Nodding once more to him, Jeonghan looked at me, gently patting my head. "Your daddy is right, Haneol. You'll soon be manifesting, I guess we really should stop spoiling you when you hit puberty." He murmured softly looking at me with his adoring eyes.
Not knowing how I should react to that, I just nodded, earning a quick peck on my forehead from both of them, and as I settled down, closing my eyes, they left, leaving me still baffled, but calmer now. With deep breaths, I then run down the information I know, for now.
"First, I died in my real world. Second, I am reincarnated into this animated world. Third, my parents were Choi Seungcheol and Yoon Jeonghan. Fourth, my name is Choi Haneol and I am about to turn 13 years old. Finally, this world is running in the ABO universe, and I could manifest either as an alpha like Seungcheol, or an omega like Jeonghan." I murmured, before pausing. "But if I happen to manifest as an omega… then, I could be pregnant as a boy too."
That thought made me blush, making me catch myself. Slapping my cheeks to dispel unwanted thoughts, I took another deep breath and focused back to thinking.
"Well, at least I am not sickly nor disabled in this life, and that is enough for me to be thankful. But for my bias to be my parents? It's kinda wild, could the other Seventeen members be here too?" I gasped and breathed, the thought making me squeal in silence.