He hated his life with a ferocious drive continuously renewed every single time he stood in the same space as his father.
It was already bad that the young man couldn't marry whoever he wanted or follow the path he wanted because he was tied by all the obligations that his birth into the jungs clan entailed but it was
a torture to watched his own mother suffer at the hand of his mate.
His dad was for a lack of better word; a tyrant, had always been and he cursed his own cowardice for never having the courage to stand up against him or better stand up and leave with his mother but all ofthat had changed when he had watched an unordinary do what he had only dreamed to do to his dad.
Hoseok stifled a smile behind his hand the jung leader had turned purple with anger following the thinly veiled threat of none other than Park jimin.
His gaze hazardly locked with the omega's and he saw the same hunger haunting the latter's dark fathomless orbs. He suddenly felt hope swelt in his chest for him and his mother.
Rehearsal had ran late, the alpha quickened his pace missing tripping over his foot. His hair still wet and forming a mop on his head from the quick shower back at his studio's. He crossed the road barely looking at the headlight and reach the adjacent street where stood jammed between two other building the coffe shop he was supposed to meet with Park jimin.
He stopped at the door to check his apperance in the shop's glass. he sighed before pushing the door open a bell ringing over his head as he stepped in.
Immediately his senses were assaulted by the subtil smell of coffee beans and cinnamon, he hummed his stomach rumbling. He scanned the place finding almost right away the omega sitting a few table away and dressed in a woolen coat. he made his way to him.
Their meeting yesterday had been awkward to say the least. His father had made a fool of himself first when he had tried to use the alpha's voice with the omega unknowing that the park's leader was immunised. It was rare, less than 1% of omegas were to some minim degree unaffected by it and it had been a big surprise that the omega was among them. It was usually frown upon in werewolves society because an omega that couldnt obey to his alpha's order had more chance to be unfaithful or sterile.
"I'm late, sorry." he said in mieu of greeting as he sat across from jimin. The omega looked away from the window and at him. He smiled thinly.
"Don't worry." he waved off. "I have ordered though."
Hoseok pulled out his phone and set it on the table before him, shaking
his head.
"I don't mind." he replied, a bright smile on his lips.
"Good." and as if invoked the waitress appears, with said orders.
She set two drinks before them, a cup of coffee and one tea and also an
assortment of pastries including cinnamon rolls that smelled amazing. When she was done, she smiled down at them and left.
The cheerful alpha watched as jimin gracefully unroll a napkin in his lap before lifting the cup of black coffee to his lips. He smiled.
"What?" he demanded when he caught him staring, his brows knitted
together.
"Nothing." hurried to say Hoseok, blushing just slightly. He took one of the cinnamon rolls and shoved a bit in his mouth.
When jimin was done he set back down the cup and met his gaze, he crossed his legs. The silent between them wasn't unbearable but the alpha didn't really know what to expect from this 'date' with the omega. He knew of course what his father wanted. he wanted hoseok to mate the other werewolf to serve his own evil masterplans but he guessed jimin had plans of his own. Again he felt
uncomfortable lost between weight and the anvil.
"I have a offer for you." began the omega and he found himself shivered.
