Yeonjun's dad brings the two to the main room and gestures for them to sit on the brown leather couch that's in the middle of the room. He crosses his arms over his chest as he watches them trudge towards said couch, heads bowed, ashamed.
Yeonjun's overwhelmed with shame, almost paranoid by it. He takes a quick glance towards the window, the curtains are closed over—they usually are for privacy because people like to invade the head-alpha's and his family's business due to their status.
Right now, Yeonjun's said business has been exposed in front of everyone. And it doesn't matter that the cream-coloured curtains are closed, he can see the shadows of nosy gatherers waiting to find out what's going on.
There's a whole person worth of room between Yeonjun and Beomgyu, maybe two, but when he he trains his eyes back on the rug below his feet, he can see how anxious the younger is in the corner of his eye by the bobbing of his leg. He also has his head hung between his shoulders, fingers intertwined and elbows resting on his knee. He lets out a shaky breath, and it's easily the quietest Yeonjun's ever seen him.
Yeonjun huffs, emptying his lungs completely before he meets his father's gaze. It's scarier because there's no emotion behind his eyes at all, a stone wall leaving his victim's unsuspecting.
Yeonjun's learnt over the years that no emotion is worse than the loudest rage. No emotion leads to a burst of feelings if it isn't appeased quickly, and Yeonjun doesn't know how he's meant to appease it in this situation.
Could gaslighting do the trick?
"How long has this been going on?" his father asks calmly, arms remaining over his chest. He doesn't once glance towards the ruckus outside his house, his unwavering focus on his son and the omega. The omega of his enemy.
Yeonjun says nothing. Beomgyu doesn't either.
If he was expecting Yeonjun to be the one to speak up, Yeonjun would snort and admit to being more cowardly than he acts. The one thing he's not going to do is admit he fucked up to his father, the head-alpha. Staying quiet is smarter, surprisingly.
"No answer." Iseul jerks a brow, challenging his son, who keeps his head down to avoid his gaze.
"You go behind my back with him of all omegas and you don't even have the guts to admit to it now?" He snorts mirthlessly and pinches the space between his eyes with his index finger and thumb.
"Is that why you wanted an omega?" Iseul's collected self slips a little and a crack of anger shows in his voice. Yeonjun winces, it always winds up to something further. "You wanted him of all omegas?"
"Yeonjun, do you know what you're doing?" Yeonjun's father sighs and drops his arms, sadness and something bordering empathy filling his eyes. "You'll destroy everything. This isn't one of those situations where you can bring our people and his father's people together by bonding. They've done too much harm."
Iseul looks towards the silhouettes for the first time since he brought the pair inside. His wife hasn't managed to wave them off but he didn't think she could, not with what's been revealed. "They'll turn their backs on you..."
Iseul checks over his son with sympathy, already mourning what he could've been.
"What do you mean him of all omegas?"
Yeonjun's shocked eyes fly to Beomgyu, lips parted, begging Beomgyu to look his way so he can give him a 'what are you doing?' look. Snapping isn't going to help them in the slightest.
Instead, Beomgyu's burning eyes are directed at Iseul, the space between his brows and his forehead creased with angry lines, lips twisted in a pout.
Iseul, albeit for a mere second, is taken aback, mouth falling open as he regards the daring omega, he's never met one so disrespectful.
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Fanfiction"What does 'I hate you' mean to you?" There's a weight behind those words and it's not so easy for Yeonjun to answer. Once, he said it a million times over with hatred and spite, but now his tongue knots over his words, unsure of what he's meant to...
