She smelled sweet like honey.
He smelled salty like the sea.
Two scents that didn't mix but, that were intoxicating to the two individuals regardless.
....
In which, a hyper dominant alpha is obsessed with his lower class omega.
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-SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO-
Woojin's parents were starting to get worried.
Despite both of them being alphas, Woojin hadn't manifested his secondary gender yet.
His mother Eunbyeol could stomach him being a beta but... if he were to be an omega she wouldn't be able to explain it.
She shuddered at the thought.
But she was confident her son was an alpha.
"Woojinnnnn," she called out, "we're late! Are you dressed?"
"What the hell is he doing," his father Chanyeol asked fastening his watch.
They had told him the whole week how important the next few weeks would be. They were going to volunteer at the orphanage they had sponsored for years.
It was a great press move for the Baek's. Nothing the public loved more than rich people doing charity.
They didn't particularly love it or hate it. They just loved what it did for their brand.
"I'm tired from school," he complained not even dressed. "Plus, I have plans to drink mango smoothies by the pool as I catch up on my reading."
And one of the reasons Eunbyeol was so sure her son was an alpha was because he was an asshole even as a kid.
"Well you were told yesterday so you better be dressed when I next turn around Woojin."
"Why do I have to go hang out with poor people? I have a more productive way to spend my day," he whined crossing his arms over his blue and yellow pyjamas.
"Woojin we aren't here to reason with you," his father cut through icily. "Do as you're told or you're grounded."
In that moment Woojin weighed out his options and decided to give up on the argument. He wasn't feeling being grounded.
He didn't want Amari and Bryson to make fun of him because his parents put him under a strict curfew again.
Plus he was at the age where he got fomo so he didn't want to be restricted from hanging out with his friends.
With a loud sigh and huff, Woojin stomped back up the stairs to get ready. ...
They had only been there for an hour but Woojin was bored.
And he was the sort of child that carried his feelings on his face.
He couldn't even pretend to care about any of the children trying to suck up to him or develop a conversation. He kept thinking about how Amari and Bryson were probably playing online by now.
And that irritated him.
"Mom," he whispered catching the woman's attention. "Can I go explore the garden and get some fresh air?"
Eunbyeol agreed but asked the boy to keep his trip to half an hour because they had events planned for the day. They were only doing activities with the eight to ten year olds that day.
Because the other ones were just a tad too young.
Woojin wasted no time exploring the garden. It was fairly spacious and it had a real Forrest area. His parents had invested their money well... and it smelled fresh.
It was calming for him to just be on his own.
Woojin got lost deeper and deeper inside the green wonderland following the second of running water.
He knew he had gone too far when he had reached the pond.
It was quiet and serene. Plus, the smell of fresh water filled the air. Woojin really liked it along with the sound of birds chirping energetically.
But something else caught his attention.
He had never felt drawn to someone in this way. In a way that made his heart beat loud and feel like everything else was background noise.
His hands felt clammy.
He was young but he could get addicted to such a feeling.
"What are you doing," Woojin asked crouching next to the surprised girl. He rested his chin on his hands analysing her face.
She had big brown innocent eyes.
Dark skin that seemed to glow in the sun.
But despite her dark skin, Woojin could see the blush creeping up on her round cheeks.
"I-I didn't think anyone would be here," she replied in a hurry taking her feet out of the water. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologising? It's not like I own the water."
But he could own it...
"B-because I could be b-bothering you."
"You're not bothering me," he dismissed becoming more and more interested in the girl.
He just thought she must have been what an angel looked like.
And angels should be admired.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Saafeyah."
"Saafeyah huh... that's pretty," he complimented causing her blush to deepen.
No one had ever called her name pretty. In fact, everyone found it hard to pronounce and didn't bother trying to learn.
"A-and you? W-what's your name?"
Woojin debated on giving his actual name but, he didn't know her neither did he know if they'd ever see each other again.
Plus... why not make it fun? He loved pranks.
"I'm Woohyun," he lied smoothly with a smile. "It's nice to meet you Saafeyah. Why aren't you inside with everyone?"
"I'm only six so I don't get to join the special event," she revealed gently moving her legs in the water. "Plus, the other kids hate doing stuff with me because I'm slow at reading and mix up my words... I'm not very smart."
Woojin felt displeased for some reason that other children were making fun of the girl.
Who cares about reading? They should just be glad to hear her voice.
"You're only six so that's normal."
"No it isn't," Saafeyah shook her heard, "it's because I'm an omega. We're not that smart."
"But you're pretty so people will do what you say anyways. You don't need to be smart."
"B-but I wanna be smart-"
"So stop saying you're not," Woojin cut the Saafeyah off gently flicking her forehead. "If you want to be smart, you just gotta be smart."
"B-but- I struggle with the letters and stuff..."
"Then be good at something everyone else sucks at," Woojin suggested simply. "Then they'll have to ask you for help."
"I'm not good at anything..."
"And with that attitude you won't be either. You have to have confidence to the point where everyone hates you."
Saafeyah didn't understand what he meant but nooded nevertheless. This was the most she had talked to someone because everyone else thought she was a nuisance.
And since her parents had died, she struggled to adapt to orphanage life.
"Whenever I come, we can work together on figuring out your talent."
