Min Yoongi

The spacious office sparkled with sterile cleanliness, but for Jimin, the day had turned into pure hell. With no one to leave his five-year-old son at home, the twenty-three-year-old omega had to secretly bring him to the office. The little boy obediently drew under the desk, but it was impossible to hide the baby scent from the director's sensitive nose.

The door swung open with a dull thud. Min Yoongi stood there—a thirty-seven-year-old dominant alpha, whose heavy, overpowering scent of mint instantly filled the room, causing the fragile Jimin to cringe. The director's eyes flashed.

"Park Jimin, what is this?" Yoongi's voice boomed. "The office is not a playground! I'm paying you to do your job, not to run a crèche here. Get him out of here now, or you'll be fired tomorrow without a recommendation!"

Jimin froze, clutching the folders to his chest. The omega's eyes filled with tears from the fear of losing his only income. He opened his mouth to apologize, but then little Minseok emerged from under the table, shielding his father.

"Hey, Uncle, what are you yelling about?" A squeaky but firm voice made Yoongi stop. The boy frowned and said, "Strong alphas don't act like that and don't hurt omegas. You're just an angry, half-alpha!"

Silence fell over the room. Jimin instantly froze, ready to sink into the ground, and a stunned Yoongi slowly turned his gaze to the five-year-old daredevil, who didn't even think of retreating before his aura.