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im not sorry | nayeon

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Omegaverse!Au with Alpha Nayeon and Omega reader

If anyone were to ask you what it was like working for Nayeon you would have simply answered with, strange. But as of late you weren't sure even that word would be suitable. It was strange really. Not just to you but even your coworkers. Even though most of them had never managed to say it to you in person. You could still hear the snippets through their gossip. Though it's not like you could complain, especially when you agreed.

It was strange that you lived with your employer. One might argue it was because of your job position, her assistant. They could even argue that your job required spending most of your time with Nayeon. But they'd still be wrong. It was quite the contrary actually. In fact the most you see her was at the office. At home she's always locked away in her study, doing god knows what.

You both rarely cross each other's paths and that's how it has been. Yet everyone still has trouble believing it. They swear up and down that it's simply impossible for an alpha like Nayeon, to not have marked you, the omega that's been residing in her home. And you can always soundly disagree with them. Until you can't.

——

The first time it happens, the action doesn't register for what it was. It was one of your rare days off. Yet you still felt the need to check on Nayeon. It was a harmless habit you'd grown accustomed to.

The door creaks slightly as you push it open just enough to peek inside. At first glance everything seemed fine, which was all you needed to close the door back. She calls out to you before you even get the chance to do so.

"(Y/n)?" She calls and you grimace. Was she that light of a sleeper? If she was you were just noticing now. You don't have much time to think on the question when she calls for you again. You smile sheepishly as you step into the room. She sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her eyes are trained on you for a few moments and all you can do is fidget under her gaze.

"Where are you going?" She asks and you want to answer her-you really do-but her morning voice is something you've never got to here before. And now you're stuck with feeling you can't quite comprehend.

She has an impatient brow quirked at you and you try not to choke on an answer.

"Oh I'm just going to go for a run." You finally manage to say.

She impatient look is replaced by curiosity. "Alone?"

You shake your head with a smile. "No, Seulgi is actually waiting for me in the lobby."

You take note of her tongue that seems to be attacking her cheek. She glowers at the mention of the name.

"Do you always go for runs with her?" She asks and your smile dissipates. You're not one who keeps secrets but that doesn't mean you had to be an open book. You choose not to answer, instead turning towards the door, readying to leave. You're stopped by warm hands on your exposed waist.

"It's rude to not answer someone (Y/n)." She growls.

"It's also rude to pry into someones business, Nayeon." You snap back.

You expect her to retort yet she stays silent. The silence ends only a few moments later as she mumbles out a 'sorry' before removing her hands from your waist.

You stand there for a dumbfounded, questioning what she'd been sorry about. You shake your head pushing the thoughts away before exiting the room.

You realize the reason for her apology later. Courtesy of Seulgi, who'd stopped running just to stare at you with an accusational smirk. She beats you to the punch with her own question before you can ask yours'.

"So is this what you do then?"

"What do you mean?"

"You run every morning to get rid of her scent."

"Who's sce-" And then it clicks. But before you can even correct her she's already back to running with a chuckle.

——

Weeks had passed since that moment and you'd be lying if you said you didn't notice her changes. You don't mention the incident to Nayeon. But you wonder if you should've when it happens a second time.

The strong scent of food drawled you to the kitchen. It wasn't often that Nayeon cooked, but when she did you wished it would never end. You were both too lazy to cook by the time you got home. Which leads to take out.

"What's the occasion?" She looks so invested in her craft that you're sure she doesn't hear you. She proves you wrong when she turns the fire down before turning to you with a smile.

"I'm having a guest, would you like to join us?" She asks sounding hopeful.

"Depends on who the guest is."

She glances at the stove once more. "Jihyo." The name brings a smile to your face. Jihyo was one of the few people in Nayeon's friend group that you could tolerate.

She seems to notice your smile as she is now glowering. "You don't have to."

"No I want to." You say becoming more insistent. Not because you really wanted to see Jihyo or anything like that. It was because you wanted to see how far she'd go to stop you.

"You haven't even changed from your work clothes."

"I'm sure there's worse she could see me in." You taunt suggestively and she flares. Her growl echoes through the room. And in a swift second you're on the kitchen counter with her between your legs. Her face is nuzzling into your neck and you can't think. You're sure your brain has melted as she begins pressing kisses along your throat.

Your sensibility seems to come back at the knock on the door. "N-Nayeon the door." You say gripping the collar on her shirt. You can't decide whether you want to pull her closer or push her away. She makes the choice by pulling away from you. She says it again, an empty sorry as she fixes her crumpled shirt

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The third time it happens you're sure that either Nayeon has no understanding of the word sorry. Or that she really doesn't mean it when she says it.

It was a business party. One of many that you'd rather not attend. But like the previous ones, you did. But unlike the rest, Nayeon was right by your side. And that was fine by you, to an extent. You weren't surprised with how blatant her possessiveness had become.

You didn't mind, when it was just her staring. Until it became more than that. You could swear on your life that she'd made it her mission to prohibit you from making any sort of outside connection. Any conversation you tried to make, she'd find a way to insert herself. By the end the night you felt like a child who'd been forced into a time out.

You remained silent the entire car ride back home. You could only scoff when she asked you what was wrong.

She let you make two steps into the house before halting your movements. She pulls you against her roughly, her arms wrap around your waist as she stares down at you. You wait a few moments, expecting her to pull away. But she doesn't. You stare at her expectantly, waiting for her to release you. But she doesn't. There's this cocky smile that rises on her lips, that only frustrates you more.

"I'm sorry." She says

You shake your head with another scoff "Are you really?"

"Should I be?"

"What?" You ask not sure how to answer her.

"Should I be sorry for wanting people to know what's mine?" She asks placing her hand under your chin.

You can feel yourself becoming weak at her words. "No." You say anticipating her next move.

"Then I'm definitely not sorry." She says right before pressing her lips against yours.