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The kids were having their afternoon naps and Yoojin used the quiet downtime to indulge in his other hobby, which was gardening. Yoojin found himself taking it up seriously soon after he reconciled with his brother.
Humming to himself, his gloved hands continued to adeptly pluck out weeds and dead leaves. What a peaceful way of passing time. Yoojin sighed, breath puffed out of his smiling lips as he wiped the sweat gathering on his forehead with the back of his sleeve.
Taking care of unruly monster children and growing plants. Yoojin was truly living up to his nurturer title, wasn’t he?
His hand stopped its rhythmic movement when it hovered over a foreign looking weed.
“Hm?”
Nestled in between his young persimmon trees was a small flowering sprout. The leaves looked no different than any other weed, it was the flower that caught his attention. White fluffy tops crowning over a green bed of leaves. The individual fluffy strand kind of reminded him of Chirpie.
Yoojin reached into his pocket to take out his phone. After taking a picture, Yoojin filed it into his gardening album for a later study of its name.
Upon noticing his hyung’s fondness towards nature, now that Yoojin wasn’t forced to squeeze every bit of his free time into taking multiple side jobs after their parents’ passing, Yoohyun had built a greenhouse right next to the beasts’ pen for Yoojin’s personal use. It was a massive glass enclosure inside the monster facility equipped with the latest technology to upkeep a prime condition for growing plants and flowers.
The only beast Yoojin trusted to not trample his home grown field, Chirpie, hopped towards him and proceeded to rub its furred body against its dad’s side.
“What do you think, Chirpie? Doesn't it look as adorable as you?” asked Yoojin in a cooing tone while gesturing to the mysterious flower.
Chirpie chirped and blinked its beady black eyes at him.
Chuckling, Yoojin ran an affectionate hand down Chirpie's fluffy form while adjusting his kneeling position to alleviate his discomfort. His stomach had been acting up the past two days from an unknown cause.
There was a churning sensation in his lower guts that wasn’t exactly painful but still was unpleasant, akin to a warm heat of water brewing in a kettle that didn’t quite reach a boiling point.
Did he eat something weird a few days ago? Maybe it was better to check himself in Haeyeon’s clinic before Yoohyun noticed and made a big fuss out of it.
“Congratulations Han Yoojin-ssi. You are an Omega!”
Stunned to silence, Yoojin blinked in stupor.
What bizarre joke was the doctor talking about so early in the morning? Perhaps he just misspoke? But those sounded like distinctively different words than a ‘minor stomach bug’...
Yoojin should ask him to clarify.
“Ha?” Was the intelligent thing that came out of his mouth instead.
Baek Chanyeol was sporting a wide grin as he switched between going over his hand written notes and his computer screen.
“A male Omega! I haven’t seen one in so long! To think our guild has a male Omega,” the doctor sighed with a dreamy look towards the ceiling. Yoojin’s eyes might be tricking him but there was a ray of light inundated with a glittery effect shining upon Doctor Baek. “Such a splendid discovery, such rarity, it’s a sign of blessing from the gods!”
Getting over his shock, Yoojin’s hands slammed on the table as he scrambled for an explanation. “B-But I’m a Beta? I’ve been a Beta for more than 20 years!”
Truly a medical professional, Doctor Baek appeared unruffled from his outburst and replied calmly, “Although most people present their designations around ten years of age, there are indeed exceptions in some cases. This is especially a frequent occurrence when it comes to Omega presentation. Omegas typically must be situated in an environment that is ample with love, food security, and safety otherwise the Omega nature might never reveal itself forever.”
As much as he didn’t want to believe Doctor Baek's words, Yoojin knew fully well that Doctor Baek had no reason to lie. With their parents’ deaths nearing the tender age of his supposed presentation, it created an unstable environment in which Doctor Baek's explanation indicated that Yoojin’s body had chosen to delay its presentation into a fully-fledged Omega.
And now with the abundance of resources and care that Yoohyun poured in an endless stream for him, Yoojin’s innate nature finally deemed it fit to come to the surface.
I’m an Omega… Holy shit...
Worry suddenly invaded his thoughts. What sort of damning articles would the press twist this revelation into? Yoojin only hoped this wouldn’t negatively affect Yoohyun’s reputation. He should have a talk with Haeyeon’s head of PR on how to preemptively avoid any harmful articles from surfacing. Should he ask Doctor Baek for a suppressants programme?
Yoojin was snapped out of his worry-filled reverie by Doctor Baek's cheerful voice.
“This is cause for a grand celebration! I will not delay in telling everyone this splendid discovery!”
“H-Hey! What do you mean by telling everyone– Hey!”
Doctor Baek had disappeared like the wind. What happened to the concept of doctor-patient confidentiality?! Did it trip and die without his knowledge?!
After uselessly trying to chase the unexpectedly agile doctor, Yoojin was handed a bunch of supplies from Doctor Baek, including heat related ones which turned his face red up to his ears.
As soon as Yoojin stepped out of the medical facility, every Haeyeon’s employee that he walked past didn’t fail to overtly stare at him with awe, whispering among themselves. Some even fainted after inhaling a whiff of his scent with a stupid smile plastered on their unconscious faces, hey that’s rude…
Yoojin sped through the hallways to get to his private quarters that he shared with Yoohyun. Maybe he needed to look into procuring scent neutralising patches to stop people from openly gawking at him.
Of course it didn’t take long for the fact to reach the ears of the revered guildmaster himself, his little brother Han Yoohyun.
Yoojin just finished his snack break in the kitchen and was on his way back to work when his path was blocked by Yoohyun.
Perfect as always, Han Yoohyun was the epitome of a quintessential Alpha. Tall with a magnetic pair of dark eyes, coupled with a handsome facial feature that outshone even Korea’s top famous idols, Yoohyun’s very arrival to any space demanded utmost attention even without him needing to utter a single word.
There was an indecipherable expression on his face, one that currently kept Yoojin alert. The silence didn’t last long and was broken by Yoohyun’s low voice.
“My hyung is an Omega,” said Yoohyun, as if caught in a trance.
Shit. Those eyes were really honest.
Even the single motion of Yoohyun taking a step forward was pure elegance, one that prompted admiration by the masses and the press who was eager to pounce on every morsel of the revered Haeyeon’s guildmaster’s sparse public appearances. But as Yoohyun-ie’s hyung, Yoojin was somewhat immune to his alluring spell. Mostly.
“Hold there! Not another step!” commanded Yoojin. No, no, he wasn’t panicking, and his voice definitely wasn’t high-pitched in distress!
Yoohyun stopped, just as requested. Yoojin’s instinct was nudging him to praise his dongsaeng for listening to him so well, but that could wait until Yoojin survived the outcome of this encounter.
“Let me scent you.”
Yoojin could practically hear the pout in his dongsaeng’s voice and it took everything inside him to not give in.
Urgh Han Yoohyun! My dongsaeng is really too adorable for my heart!
Yoojin made a clucking sound and shook his raised forefinger. “Not until you promise me that you won’t get weird about me being an Omega and suddenly want to keep me imprisoned at home!”
A lengthy pause that ate the (uncomfortable) seconds away kept Yoojin on his toes, ready to bolt away from his dongsaeng who was eyeing him like a predator. He was no helpless bunny, Yoojin would make sure of that!
Yoojin could outrun his overpowered, S class brother if necessary, right? Right???
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Oh god almighty, please have mercy on your adorable, law-abiding, helpless servan–
“Fine.”
Gulping, Yoojin’s lips mechanically twitched upwards into an awkward half-smile in response.
Do you need to take that long to think about such a scary idea?!
When Yoohyun went to close the distance between them, this time Yoojin didn’t attempt to stop him.
His breath hitched as Yoohyun wrapped his arms around him.
Leaning down, Yoohyun first nuzzled his neck with gentle pressure, his lips ghosting over the column of Yoojin’s quivering throat. Puffs of sweet omegan pheromones rose up off the still-tender neck glands, and Yoojin needed to suppress a whimper when Yoohyun let loose a growl from deep within his throat. The guttural sound was unmistakably possessive in nature. It gave rise to a stark image of giant claws in careful increments wrapping around the trembling, little bunny, with a tight force entrenched in the powerful muscles, suffocating but never to the point of hurting.
There was a wave of dizziness that significantly dulled his senses, the knowledge of where and who he was became secondary and suddenly unimportant, shoved to the back of his mind in place of letting himself go in the blissful waves the overwhelming scent of Alpha brought.
A small whine that was distinctively omegan escaped from Yoojin’s lips, causing the pressure to slowly let up and the encompassing darkness to retreat with a sort of predatory laziness.
It took Yoojin a while to regain his full awareness, noticing that he was still enveloped in Yoohyun’s embrace. Yoojin’s dazed gaze travelled upwards slowly to meet Yoohyun’s own.
Yoohyun stared down at him with an intense light for a long while before finally letting go.
Yoojin exhaled a sigh of relief after Yoohyun had disappeared from sight as he absentmindedly patted his clothes to make sure he looked presentable. His new Omega pheromones were now entwined with Yoohyun’s after the scenting session and it would last for probably the whole day.
Well, hopefully that was the end of people being overly concerned with his secondary gender reveal. Yoojin grumbled all the way to the monster facility, cursing out the irresponsible, loose-mouthed doctor who prompted all this weird behaviour of those around him in the first place.
Yoojin should’ve known to not have false hope.
In the distance, one figure could be seen trampling the ground at high speed towards him. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be one Suk Simyeong whose wild-eyed gaze was zeroed in on him.
Skidding to a stop in front of a spooked Yoojin, Suk Simyeong panted and appeared to try stabilising his breathing. Comet, who was cradled in Yoojin’s arms, hissed in alarm at the unwelcome intruder to the monster facility ground.
His usually prim and proper appearance was dishevelled as if he had braved through several windstorms to get to where Yoojin was. Yoojin’s eyes darted around to find an excuse to escape. What was it again this time? Yoojin really had enough of the two-faced, sweet talker, head of HR who used to belittle him at every possible chance.
“Y-Yoojin-ssi! Is it true??”
Yoojin tried to strategically back away, keeping a snarling Comet from clawing out Suk Simyeong’s face. “What is true?”
“The fact that you are actually an Omega!”
Perhaps it was due to his heightened Omega senses, that Yoojin was made to notice the distinct sharpness of Suk Simyeong’s Alpha scent, amplified due to his agitated state. Unlike Yoohyun’s, it had the opposite effect of putting him on edge instead of being a source of comfort.
Comet’s struggles to break free became nearly too much for Yoojin to handle so he fished out a magic crystal from his pocket and threw it far away.
“Get it girl!”
With the imminent danger of Comet causing bodily injuries to a Haeyeon employee properly averted, Yoojin returned his attention back to Suk Simyeong, doing little to hide his annoyance.
“Yes I am. So what?”
Are you about to say Yoohyun-ie is too good for a lowly Omega to be his brother? I already know that, fool.
If it was possible, Suk Simyeong looked even more excited at his snarky reply, stars and all that shining in his eyes.
“We need to up your security, a hundred fold! Perhaps you can consider carrying out all your activities indoors from now on? I assure you that everything Yoojin-ssi ever needs will be delivered to you without having to lift a single finger and I will do all within my power to make you live in utmost comfort! How about a few weeks trial of the ‘Isolated Assisted Luxury Living’ programme that I personally devised?”
Out of nowhere, there was a stack of neatly clipped papers in Suk Simyeong’s hold that he was eager to show Yoojin who did his best to dodge the offensive stack.
While furiously shaking his head, his arms came up and formed a cross shape as Yoojin shouted, his voice peaking into near hysterics, “No thanks! I am a firm believer of no confinement living programme! Please respect the human’s right to freedom!”
What sort of crazy nonsense was isolated assisted luxury living?? Yoojin wasn’t a fool to not notice that it was just a fancy, glorified way of saying life of an attic wife– errr in his case attic brother…? Nonetheless, Yoojin refused his existence to be associated with an attic in any way! Their living space didn’t even have an attic in the first place, right? Right???
A crow flew by and squawked outside the window.
“I’m going out,” mumbled Yoojin as he turned on his heels and scampered brisk-walked out of the clearing.
Suk Simyeong, upon noticing his prey now most-precious subject escaping, hurried after him.
“W-wait Yoojin-ssi!”