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“There's a drought in California, Pio-ah!!”
Kang Pio was a patient man. Sure, in his teens he was a little on the moody/apprehensive side with a rather quick temper, but that was mostly due to the environment he had been in, the constant weight of expectations had made him be the way he was but now at 27 years of age, having worked as a piano teacher for children for over the past 5 years, he had learned patience.
But it seems that the virtue he had cultivated over these years was at the cusp of breaking because his husband was being….well, himself.
“We are in South Korea, Jeong-yo.” He deadpans, all he wanted was to have a nice long bath, treat himself a little after a long week of teaching and wrestling some young children into taking their first steps into the musical world.
But his husband had other plans it seemed, Choi Jeong-yo, the world renowned Pianist was now standing in front of him pouting like a petulant child who was refused their candy.
In all honesty Pio should have seen it coming considering how his alpha had been away for over 2 weeks on tour and had come back right around the time of his rut. The omega knew how his mate got during the weeks leading to his rut, most alphas get territorial but Jeong-yo has always been clingy.
Very very Clingy!!
And while Pio finds it cute that even after 10 years into their relationship, his alpha was still as obsessed and clingy as the first day they let themselves feel, everything has a limit.
“But we need to conserve the water, Pio-ah! Think about the world! Our future pups won't have water!” This was entirely ridiculous. Pio looks at his dramatic husband unamused.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sigh as Jeong-yo whines more, much like a wounded puppy.
“You are a 27 year old man! Stop whining like a kicked dog.” Pio huffs, Jeong-yo looks at him with those big wet puppy dog eyes of his, evil things truly, he knows they make Pio weak.
“But Pio-ah.. I missed you…” Was his stupid alpha pouting? Pio looks at the pathetic display in astonishment.
“You're pathetic.” He turns on his heels to walk into the bathroom, he hears Jeong-yo following him as he does.
He pulls to a stop in front of the bathroom and turns to look at his mate sternly, “You will behave. Am I clear?” He asks.
Jeong-yo nods much like a happy pup who was getting a treat, Pio rolls his eyes and walks in with his overgrown and excited puppy following him in.
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“You are so dramatic.” The omega mutters, they were in the bathtub now, his back flushed against Jeong-yo’s front. The alpha had intertwined their fingers together and was playing with them. His alpha seemed to have an adoration for his fingers, a fixation of sorts if you will. Always playing with them or kissing them or nipping at them. He could tell the man was happy, especially with all the crooning he was doing, the rumblings of it vibrating on Pio's back.
“Yah, Pio-ah, I missed my wife.” Jeong-yo retorts, Pio wanted to smack him harder now.
“Don't call me your wife!” The omega hisses glaring at his Alpha over his shoulder and the big idiot had the audacity to grin at him.
“But you are my wife, my pretty, lovely and talented wife~” The alpha beams and coo, Jeong-yo was always like that, always open with his affections, while Pio can be reserved in his. Then again Pio was the one who had a knack for grand gestures between the two.
“And you always get this pretty blush when I call you that, how can I resist?” Jeong-yo holds his love closer to his chest. Pio truly wanted to smack him, the big idiot with his unashamed way of saying such embarrassing things.
“How was the tour?” Pio changes the topic because his treacherous ears were reddening.
“It was fun as always but I wished you were there with me playing.” Jeong-yo mutters into his hair.
Pio knew that and at one point in his life he did want to but then the competition at Prague happened 10 years ago, Jeong-yo had almost been kidnapped and hurt.. And behind it had been his mother. All of it for a trophy? For fame?
A part of him started truly hating that world that day, which only grew more and more as the months followed. If the attempt had been successful he might have never been able to see Jeong-yo again, their last conversation would have been a fight. The more he thought about it, the more the hatred grew.
During that time, as the hatred festered within him, his life had also changed. After his mother's arrest he had no reason to stay with his grandfather in the estate. He had moved in with Jeong-yo, and from that moment on his life felt lighter. Much happier being able to wake up in his alpha's arms surrounded by his scent and presence.
Jeong-yo’s love and care healed the broken parts of him that he had accumulated over the years.
And it was that love that made him take the decision to retire from the classical music world. He didn't stop playing, he stopped doing it competitively. And that had been the best decision of his life.
Now as a music teacher for over 5 years he can confidently say that he was the happiest he has ever been.
“Maybe…I'll join you on the next tour.” Pio finds himself muttering. Jeong-yo sucks in a breath because he did not expect his husband to say that. Pio has been very averse to the world of classical music for all these years now and Jeong-yo doesn't pressure him to participate, he knows his omega had been hurt by that world and the greed of the people in it.
He was very content with keeping his lovely mate in their cozy home. But this, having Pio there with him as he performed felt the most right, it always had.
“Really?” His voice comes out breathless. From this angle he couldn't see his love’s face but he could see the way Pio’s precious ears were turning red. He nuzzles at the scent gland on his omega's neck, right where his claim mark was on, taking in the lovely addictive scent of sweet peonies with a soft hint of jasmine.
“As a spouse, nothing more..” Pio's voice trembles, Jeong-yo chuckles, his omega was always sensitive around his neck, a fact that he abuses all the damn time much to Pio's chagrin.
But it was a good picture, his husband in the crowd watching him? It already made him feel giddy.
“Then I'll need to protect you from wandering eyes like the cool alpha I am.” He says with conviction, that soon earns him a smack by his very flustered omega.
“Choi Jeong-yo!” Pio scolds, because he does not know whether to laugh or smack the alpha stupid grin off, Jeong-yo chuckles and openly accepts any punishment the omega throws at him.
Soon enough they were both laughing.
If one had told Kang Pio a decade ago that he would have a loving husband and more over that husband was Choi Jeong-yo, he would have laughed in their face before clocking them. But he's content with the way all of it turned out.
“I love you.” He mutters softly and I could feel his alpha's heart beating faster on his back.
“I love you too.” Jeong-yo mutters back.
This was Pio's heaven, cozy and warm in his alpha's arms. He rests his head back against his alpha's shoulder and closes his eyes.