I, Jung Dae-hyun, hate all omegas.
Why? I'll let you know later. Cuz right now my blood is boiling.
I was in my study, buried in reports, when the door slammed open. My mother, perfectly dressed and perfectly furious like her red hair, marched in like she owned the place. Never mind that, she did own this place.
"Dae-hyun!" She called my name excitedly.
I didn't even glance up from my paperwork. "If you're here to nag about my sleeping schedule, I already know I'm terrible. There is nothing you can do about it!"
"This is bigger than your insomnia." She inhaled sharply. "You're getting married to a dominant omega. Ain't it exciting?"
Did she say, I'm getting married to an OMEGA?? This can't be. She knows I can't stand any omega. Not after what happened during back is my past…..no way in hell ... .maybe I was hearing things wrong?
The pen snapped in my hand. Ink bled down my fingers. Slowly, I raised my head, my light green eyes narrowing. "…Repeat that."
My mother smirked, crossing her arms. "You heard me."
"No, say it again. Because it sounded like you just signed me up for hell."
"This is not a discussion," she said coldly. "The papers are almost ready. Plus the incident was ages ago, forget it."
What does she mean to forget it? Why is she so nonchalant about it? Does she really hate me that much? I despise all omegas.
"Forget it? It was ages ago? Why are you acting like it's nothing..?" I felt disgusted about my mom's behaviour. How's she treating it like it was nothing?
"It's time you move on. He already signed the paper."
I shoved my chair back so hard it toppled over. "Almost ready? Without asking me?!"
Her voice turned sharp as glass. "This is about protecting our family, Dae-hyun. You'll marry Kang Woo-jin, the heir of the Kang family. End of story."
I barked a bitter laugh. "The one with pink hair and eyes like poisoned candy? That omega?"
"Watch your mouth," she warned. "He's dominant. Not someone you can bully."
"All omegas are the same," I snarled. "Fragile. Manipulative. Disgusting. You think I'll chain myself to one?"
Her eyes turned icy. "You will. Or you are no longer my son."
Her words hit hard, but I forced myself to sneer. "Fine. Maybe I'd rather be an orphan."
I stormed out before I could break something.
My mom stood there, not reacting. She stared at me with those dead eyes hinting she'll really make me feel like I was in hell.
Later that night.
I stepped into the garden to cool off, wind rustling through my red hair. That's when I saw him.
Kang Woo-jin. Sh¡t, I need to run away. I don't want to smell those damn omega pheromones. It'll make me nauseous.
He was sitting on the stone edge of the fountain, bathed in silver moonlight — pink hair glinting, turquoise eyes wide with faux innocence, lips curved in the sweetest smile I'd ever hated. It irritated me that he looked so innocent.
"Oh," he said softly, as if surprised. "You must be Dae-hyun." He tilted his head like a curious puppy. "You're even more handsome than I expected."
My jaw tightened. "…And you're even more irritating than I expected."
He blinked up at me, eyes shimmering like glass. "I'm sorry… Did I do something wrong?" His voice was soft, trembling just enough to sound believable.
I wanted to tear that act apart. "Drop the cute face," I growled. "I don't buy it."
Woo-jin let out a quiet laugh, tilting his head again. "You're scary… Are you always this mean to strangers?"
"Only to ones I'm forced to marry."
He pouted, his lips forming a perfect little curve of hurt. "But… I thought we could get along. I'm really trying here."
"First rule. Don't you dare spill your goddam pheromones. I'm sensitive towards it. Second, don't you dare think I'll help you with your heats not I need help with my rut."
He stood there silent for a second. "Isn't that the role of an omega and an alpha?" He smiled softly at me.
My fists clenched. That sweet, harmless tone — it was too practiced. Too fake. And yet his turquoise eyes held a spark of something unshakable, a calm dominance beneath the sugar coating.
"You're wasting your time," I spat. "I'll never accept you. No matter what you do."
He stood slowly, brushing invisible dust off his pale suit. When he spoke again, his voice was still gentle, but his words carried weight.
"That's fine," he murmured, stepping closer, close enough for me to see the reflection of my own green eyes in his turquoise ones. "You don't have to accept me now. You will… eventually."
My pulse spiked — not from fear, but from anger. "Is that a threat?"
"Not at all," he said sweetly, lips curling into a soft smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Just a promise."
He is one hell of a manipulator. I can see it in his eyes.
Ah, I see — we're still before the wedding. Dae-hyun goes to his mother to complain about being forced into marriage with Woo-jin, who appears sweet and harmless on the surface but is subtly manipulating things behind the scenes. Woo-jin stays calm, innocent-looking — but we make it clear to the reader that he's dangerous under that sugary act.
The morning sun glared through the massive windows of the main hall. I marched in her room. My mother was sipping tea, reading something on her tablet like nothing in the world was wrong.
"Cancel it," I said coldly, not even sitting down.
She didn't look up. "Good morning to you too, Dae-hyun."
"Don't play games with me. Cancel the marriage."
Finally, she set her tablet aside and gave me the sort of look she used when I was twelve and tracked mud through the entire house. "This again?"
"This always," I growled. "I won't marry him."
"Kang Woo-jin is perfect." Her tone was clipped. "Dominant omega, influential family, clean reputation—"
"He's an omega," I snapped. "That's all I need to know."
"Dae-hyun." Her voice was sharp now. "You will do this. For the family. For your future."
"My future is my own," I shot back. "You don't get to sell me off like a—"
"Good morning, Mrs. Jung."
The voice was light, honey-sweet — and I hated it instantly.
I turned sharply. There he was, standing in the doorway like a painting — pastel pink hair perfectly combed, turquoise eyes sparkling with fake warmth. Kang Woo-jin. Not again.
"Sorry to interrupt," Woo-jin said, smiling shyly as if he hadn't been eavesdropping. He held a small white box. "I brought you dasik."
"Woo-jin, that's very thoughtful of you," my mother said warmly. "You shouldn't have."
"It's nothing." He stepped forward and placed the box on the table, bowing his head slightly. "I just wanted to say hello to my future family."
I scoffed. "Not my family."
Woo-jin looked at me, blinking like a confused puppy. "Did I… say something wrong?" His voice was soft, almost hurt.
My mother shot me a glare sharp enough to cut steel. "Dae-hyun. Be polite."
I turned away, jaw clenched. "I'm leaving."
"Already?" Woo-jin tilted his head, lips curling into a gentle smile that didn't quite reach his turquoise eyes. "I was hoping we could talk."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"That's okay," Woo-jin murmured. "I don't mind doing all the talking." He glanced at my mother with an innocent laugh. "He's shy, isn't he?"
"He's rude," she corrected, glaring at me again.
I ignored them both and walked out — but as I passed Woo-jin, he leaned in just slightly, close enough that only I could hear.
"You can ignore me all you want, Jung Dae-hyun," he whispered, his voice still soft and sweet. "But I'm not going anywhere."
I kept walking. Didn't flinch. Didn't give him the satisfaction.
Behind me, my mother was already telling him how grateful she was for his understanding. And Woo-jin's soft laugh followed me out of the room, light and harmless — but I knew better.
I dashed back to her room and pointed at Kang Woo-jin. He's not innocent he's acting.