Come Here And Love Me (ven aquí y ámame)

Chapter II

He walks down the hallway heavily. His eyes still close out of inertia because it is so early. He clears his vision, looking at the clock on the wall. 6 am.

He doesn't know why Taehyun always had to get up so early and make so much noise.

"What are you looking for?" He asks, softly and fearfully, watching the alpha walk around the small kitchen.

He only stops in his tracks and turns to look at him over his shoulder.

"Go back to bed. It's too early for you."

"You woke me up, I'm not sleepy anymore" he lies, hiding a yawn behind his hand.

The alpha nods, returning to his job of, apparently, rummaging around the kitchen.

"What are you looking for?" The omega repeats, a little louder.

"Have you seen the blue fret, the big one?"

"It must be in the room or in your school bag" he shrugs, speaking with a bit of obviousness.

"Okay. Have breakfast" he points to an apple on the table.

He walks up to it, grabs it, and turns it over in his hands.

"What?" He walks to the apple, grabs it, and turns it over in his hands. "How am I supposed to get me full of this?" The black-haired boy takes it off, biting it.

"That's not my fucking problem" and he hands it back.

Didn't anyone teach him manners, his mother, anyone?

Then he remembers that his mother is alpha too, maybe that's why he was raised to be that gross.

Beomgyu looks at the green apple in his hands, taking a big bite out of the side. He sighs, biting down gently, with no other option.

He sits at the table, listening to Taehyun talking to someone on the phone, he sounds happy and even thinks he hears him laughing. Something in his chest stirs, it's a hot feeling and he can't support it. His omega is jealous. He feels pathetic right now.

He hoped his little wolf would sweeten up the alpha at least a little.

Although he doubted it.

The black-haired boy enters again, now he has hung up and his cell phone rolls through his fingers, in his left hand he has that fret that he looked for so much.

"Who were you talking to?" Shit, he tells himself. He wish he hadn't said it. Nervous about the answer he will receive - if he is lucky-.

"Beomgyu... I want to explain a couple of things to you" he says in a neutral voice, sitting in the chair in front of the omega.

"I-It's okay."

"Well, first: just because you're having my son doesn't mean I have to explain to you what I do and what I don't do. Okay?" The brunette nods, biting his lips and internally scolding himself for asking that stupid question.

"Second: just because you're having my son doesn't mean that I'm your alpha and you're my omega. Okay?" That was what hurt him the most.

He wasn't looking for what to do. Whether to simply nod in agreement or cry in front of him, to beg him to change his mind, but no, the little dignity he had, he had to keep it.

"Okay," his lips let out the response, breathy.

Satisfied with the answer, the alpha stops, arraging some fruit inside the dish, but not before washing it first.

"I'm going to school. I hope you're not late."

When he hears the front door close, he goes to the bathroom to clean up.