Choi Yujun's POV
Crack
The loud sound of my father's palm landing on my cheek resonates through the room, bouncing off the sterile white walls of this beautiful prison we call home.
"You bastard!" Spittle lands on my face as father yells out, his voice is weakened with age but is somehow still full and powerful, charged by the venomous hate he has for me, his disappoinment son.
Thwack!
Another slap lands on my cheek, causing me this time around to lose my footing and stumble backwards. The metallic taste of blood blooms on my tongue, seeping from the cut inside my mouth inflicted by the impact of his heavy ring against my cheek.
"Honey!" My mother's distraught scream fills the room as she lurches forward to shield me with her lithe body, both of us sitting on the cold floor of my father's special living area.
"How dare you?" My father roared at her, veins popping in his neck and his face red with the anger he wasn't done unleashing on me.
"I'm sorry father" I say in my mother's arm, letting her cradle me in front of my father- I shouldn't let her coddle me like this in front of him but my body is weak from spending four days of my heat without the proper care and nutrients required to go through it.
"I am sure you know that YOUR son disappeared for four good days, right?" My father spat at my mother with fury. And I barely in connection with the physical, shut my eyes and let their words fly over me.
"You know there was an attack at the dinner party" mother say defensively, her fingers dig into the rumpled material of my suit as she held me closely to her chest, "honey, anything could have happened to MY son" she says, her voice wavering with obvious fear.
"Both of you are useless!. Even if there was an attack, is he not the son of Choi?. Yujun can you not defend yourself?" my father asks me, I know he doesn't expect a response, so I stay silent, knowing responding to my father only ever makes it worse.
"Call off every search and take down every poster, the useless boy is back" father says to his right hand man, the bald man bowed and left the room immediately the order is given to him.
"My baby, are you okay?" My mother asks me softly, gently releasing her calming pheromones as she pets my hair the same way she has always done for me since I was a baby. "Yujun" my father's voice called, pulling me out of the cozy bubble my mother has built around me.
Father's tone and dark look makes my back automatically straighten and my heart lurch against my ribcage- pounding as though it would leave it's given space- he terrifies me.
"I don't know what you think you're doing but I can smell an alpha on you" he says and I blench...No. No. No...he can't know...
"Remember what I told you, if it ever leaves these walls that the son of Choi is a weakling and an omega, I will kill you" he says flatly, his face stoic and rigid with how seriously he means his words.
"My Yujun is smarter than that, he would never endanger our family" my mother says, drawing me back to herself. Both of them oblivious to the way my throat is closing in on itself while they have a heated conversation over me.
My body is right here with them but my mind...
My mind is in the dimly lit, heavily scented hotel room...
Where I am on my knees before the man I have always triumphed over- kneeling before Hwang Jaehyun, stark naked with my palms pressed together and tears burning in my eyes- pleading for my family- for myself.
His deep full belly laughter is registered in my brain- the way he threw his head back and laughed at me, the way he had called me pathetic and pitiful. The way he had poured out his spite on me, unfiltered and raw.
The way he...
"Yujun-ah?" mother places her hands on my shoulder, that's was when I realized how far gone I was, "my baby? Why are you shaking so much?" She asks, her trembling voice brings me back to the room but I can't seem to return.
I'm physically here but mentally there in that room with Jaehyun, still being stared down by those sharp fox-like eyes. I can still vividly feel the way his words cut through me like a sword...
The way....
He took care of me during the four days of my heat without taking advantage of me- only feeding me and helping me cum by hand. The way he doused me in his scent before I left the hotel, that my post heat scent won't attract attention.
"Yujun-ah? Did anyone hurt you while you were away from us?" Mother asks, looking me over, frantically checking my body for signs of harm. Taking her hands off, I shake my head rapidly. "N-no, No..." I stutter, forcing myself up from the floor, "I'm fine..." I say with a false smile, the one I have been trained to always give even when my heart is pounding in my ears and my body is drained of energy.
"I am sorry for causing worry" I say, dipping in a ninety-degree bow, I need to get out before the uncontrollable shaking of my hands or my unsteady breathing becomes obvious to them.
I need to get out of here before they find out what I have done...
"Just look at the way he walks!, A useless son I tell you" father's voice as I walk away with weak and unsteady steps.
They must never know that I have made myself a tool for the Hwangs- for Jaehyun...
They must never know that I have signed myself over to the enemy to be... used.