𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 | 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈

Be With You

Warnings : slight mentions of sa/rape.

"You're not going anywhere, for now."
was the first thing San said as he approached the omega after watching the officer from the window for around an hour.

Surprised by the sudden shift in tone, Yeosang's shoulders lifted in a helpless shrug. The reality was crystal clear, he felt cornered, devoid of choices in this situation.

"We need to talk." the alpha announced.

"Okay," the omega murmured softly, prompting San to take the lead.

"No, wait," San ran a hand through his black locks, feeling the pressure mount. "We need to eat first. I can't focus when I'm hungry. I'll cook something for us all. What do you feel like having for dinner?"

Yeosang shrugged, "Anything works for me."

San gestured towards the sleeping newborn. "And what about Jongho?"

Yeosang sighed, a hint of exasperation in his tone.

"San," Yeosang's voice softened, "he's a newborn. Were you planning to cook for him too?"

Realizing how dumb he was, San blushed slightly. "I was just asking if he needed anything."

The omega shook his head with a small smile. "he's fine."

After being discharged from the hospital, Yeosang was changed back into his clothes and he must've been too caught on the alpha that he forgot to take off his coat.
Feeling overheated, he let it slide off his shoulders and neatly placed it on the couch.

As San headed towards the kitchen, he halted, his gaze lingering on Yeosang with a slight furrow of his brows, more focused on the discarded coat than the omega.

Sensing a subtle shift in San's pheromones, Yeosang met his gaze, only for San to point a finger towards the article resting on the couch.

"That..." San began, his voice trailing off.

"What?" confusion etched across the omega's face, "Uhm... s-sorry, I didn't know where to put it," he stammered, genuinely perplexed.

"No, it's... never mind," San shook his head dismissively, striding off to the kitchen, leaving Yeosang astonished as he stared between the alpha and the coat, pondering the unspoken tension lingering in the air.

With surprising efficiency, San quickly prepared a variety of dishes, leaving Yeosang stunned by his culinary skills. The aroma of the homemade meal made Yeosang's stomach growl, a stark reminder of how long it had been since he had such a meal. He discovered that San had lived alone for quite some time, explaining his sense of responsibility and self-sufficiency in the kitchen.
Yeosang volunteered to handle the dishes, considering San had done the cooking, but San dismissed the offer, urging Yeosang to relax in the living room and stay with the newborn until he finished up and joined them.

As San approached them, he inquired, "Do you think he needs a duvet?"

Yeosang gently touched the pup's hand and shook his head. "I think he's fine, your house is warm enough."

Nodding silently, San settled across from the omega and the sleeping pup. Silence lingered, the unspoken conversation looming between them, until unexpectedly, Yeosang initiated the conversation.

"Thank you," he whispered softly, a depth beneath his words not lost on San, who nodded in acknowledgment.

Aware of the omega's unspoken story, San's inquisitive gaze focused intently on Yeosang, prompting the omega to curl into himself, knees drawn close to his chest. In that shared moment, Yeosang sensed San's silent urging for him to open up.