omega (✔️)

[139]

[139]

[Yoongi]

A bright Sunday afternoon with perfect weather and I'm stuck inside a bar. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I would be outside or anything, I just don't want to be here. I leaned onto the counter, my face being smushed by the palm of my hand which was also supporting my whole figure. Boredom began seeping into the room around me, the mundane air suffocating me.

Without Jin here, it didn't give off the warm motherly feeling, which was the sole reason why I came here to apologize.

A long, drawled sigh left my lips and my eyes closed tired, the jingling of bells ringing in throughout the dull emptiness of the bar, "Welcome—"

Then my eyes opened.

My heart fell into my stomach in the shock that has enveloped my whole entity.

"Yo-You.." my finger lifted to point at the person who had just walked trough the door.

It was that man from the time at the bar from three months ago, the one I had sex with.

And his stomach was bloated significantly.

"You know, Min Yoongi, it's rude to point," the male sneered with his purse hanging on his shoulder, his whole body covered in white clothing. He had white skinny jeans, a white shirt, white shoes, and even a white scarf that was around his neck, even if it was around 27 degrees outside (80 Fahrenheit).

The confidence that oozed from the way his hips sassily swayed in his walk as he approached the bar only made my heart slowly understand the situation. I took a step back once the male sat at the barstool right in front of me. He set his white purse on the counter of the bar and just stared at me.

"H-How do you know my name?" I inquired since I don't recall allowing him to know anything about me except my sexual preferences.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Who doesn't? Every omega in the damn world knows about big shot alphas like you, in other words.." Then he pushed himself a bit closer to the bar, a smirk on his face while he whispered, "..the rich ones.."

He cackled sinisterly as he sat leisurely in the barstool, crossing his arms in success. I clenched my jaw, "Is it..?"

"Yep. All yours." He answered in the middle of my question.

My heart sunk even deeper as I stared at the man whose name I didn't even know who was carrying my cursed child in that stomach of his.
  
I contemplated many things like abortion or simply murdering the omega and our child. However, the risks with those two are way too high.

I know that the omega in front of me which solely got pregnant because of my identity and wealthy background would never give up this child. Never. Even if he did, abortion is illegal in our world considering that fact that the only reason there was the need for omegas, betas, and alphas was because of the extreme population low. Or so we've all been taught in our history books.

And murder. If I simply grab the knife that Jin would regularly use to cut up limes and lemons for his drinks and plunge it into the stomach of the omega, instantly killing the fetus and slowly killing him, all of my problems would be solved. But then there's the body. There's no way I can dispose of it and clean up everything by the time Jin gets back. It's essentially impossible since I don't have my car and I'd have to drag the small man, along with our child, out to the river to dispose of him. Then there's always the risk that the murder gets traced back to me, and the Min Mainframe reputation is completely demolished.
 
Neither would work.

And he knows that.

That's why his confidence is soaring. That's why his hips swayed when he walked through the door. That's why his face is slowly taunting me into submission.

I, an alpha, have no choice but to submit to this conniving omega.

"Do you have any name suggestions?" The man with chestnut brown hair in front of me slowly rubbing the lower part of his belly tenderly, the fetus being his one way ticket to a care free life.
 
"I don't even fucking know you,"

The gingerly movements of his hand halted and his smile wiped off of his face, "Well, Mr. Min, I know you quite a bit."

He sat from the black bar stood and started walking around the island, his eyes never leaving mine. Not even for a split second.

"You're Min Yoongi, only heir to Min Mainframe, a company that focuses their resources on electronics," every word and every step that came from his direction made my heart beat even faster, his lowly omega pheromones.. intimidating me, "You're a lazy piece of shit, but promising when you need to be. You also have close ties with the Manoban Mainframe company, your literal cousin company in Thailand and the States."

I gulped the saliva in my mouth that was profusely being produced in my mouth, my back hitting the hard, black wine case behind me. The glasses of wine clinked together from my sudden impact, nothing happening afterwards, but the air filled with sinister pheromones was entering my lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe.

"And you have a total net worth of 70 quadrillion won." After the statistic left his lips, his eyes seemed rapacious. Rapacious for the fane and luxury that he thought he has successfully stolen.

About now, he was right in front of my face, the emptiness of the pupils of his eyes scaring me to no end. But once he realized the amount of distance that wasn't between us, he coughed and took a step back, the façade of a mentally stable person appearing in stead of his actual personality.

"Well since I know everything about you," he said with a friendly smile that I now knew was fake, "I'll tell you something about me,"

He put his hands on his stomach once more and began rubbing, "My name is Lee Dae-hwi,"

[Author's notes]

I've been waiting for this moment since I got the idea for omega.

Hehe. And that's lee daehwi down there:)) such a cutie when he's not being a sneaky little bitch.