Speak of the Tiger (Omegaverse!Jongkey with side Onho) 1k/?dubu_dubuMay 28 2012, 18:40:26 UTC
Mrs. Hwang’s expression grows grave. She claps his small hands in hers.
“Listen, Kibum,” she says carefully. “You’re not being punished. Your parents want what’s best for you and they want you to have the best future possible.” She tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear. It’s a gesture that reminds him jarringly of his mother. “You’re an omega and that makes you special. There are people out there, bad people, who will want to take advantage of the things that make you unique and they’ll hurt you if you’re not careful. You’ll be safe at Inje. It’s one of the safest place young omegas can go.”
“I don’t understand,” he says brokenly. Why would people want to hurt him? He hasn’t done anything wrong.
She sighs deeply, sounding weary and worn-out. For the first time, he sees the bags under her eyes, how she must have slept very little while she was attending to him these past few days.
“You will soon, little one,” she says softly. “You will soon.”
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He leaves for Inje three days later.
In the interval, his mother cooks all his favorite foods and his father takes time off from work to stay home with him. It’s nice having all their attention focused so singularly on him, but at the same time, it’s a little claustrophobic. When he asks if they can go outside and play in the park, the look of horror that seizes their faces quickly makes him drop the idea.
He doesn’t go back to school. In fact, he’s forbidden from stepping out of the apartment, though he doesn’t see how the world could have suddenly become so explosively dangerous within the past week.
They do take him along on a day trip to visit his grandmother-his only remaining grandparent-at her house in the countryside. She sweeps him into a crushing hug and cries when he arrives her doorstep, and for once, he doesn’t mind her pickled cabbage smell or the way her sweaters itch against his skin. Her natural alpha scent has worn thin with time, no longer as sharp as his parents’. He clings on to her, relieved that there’s someone solid and warm and clearly genuinely upset that he’ll be leaving.
Taemin visits him to say goodbye, but he looks just as bewildered as Kibum feels about the whole sitauation.
“I heard that you’re going to be moving away to go to a new school,” he says. “Did you get in trouble at your old one?”
“I wish things were that easy,” Kibum mutters. He doesn’t know how to begin explaining the changes that have overturned his life, and he doubts that Taemin will understand any of it. It never occurred to him how astonishingly neutral the other boy smelled. He supposes he must have been like that as well before this entire omega business reared it ugly head.
“Listen, Kibum,” she says carefully. “You’re not being punished. Your parents want what’s best for you and they want you to have the best future possible.” She tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear. It’s a gesture that reminds him jarringly of his mother. “You’re an omega and that makes you special. There are people out there, bad people, who will want to take advantage of the things that make you unique and they’ll hurt you if you’re not careful. You’ll be safe at Inje. It’s one of the safest place young omegas can go.”
“I don’t understand,” he says brokenly. Why would people want to hurt him? He hasn’t done anything wrong.
She sighs deeply, sounding weary and worn-out. For the first time, he sees the bags under her eyes, how she must have slept very little while she was attending to him these past few days.
“You will soon, little one,” she says softly. “You will soon.”
---
He leaves for Inje three days later.
In the interval, his mother cooks all his favorite foods and his father takes time off from work to stay home with him. It’s nice having all their attention focused so singularly on him, but at the same time, it’s a little claustrophobic. When he asks if they can go outside and play in the park, the look of horror that seizes their faces quickly makes him drop the idea.
He doesn’t go back to school. In fact, he’s forbidden from stepping out of the apartment, though he doesn’t see how the world could have suddenly become so explosively dangerous within the past week.
They do take him along on a day trip to visit his grandmother-his only remaining grandparent-at her house in the countryside. She sweeps him into a crushing hug and cries when he arrives her doorstep, and for once, he doesn’t mind her pickled cabbage smell or the way her sweaters itch against his skin. Her natural alpha scent has worn thin with time, no longer as sharp as his parents’. He clings on to her, relieved that there’s someone solid and warm and clearly genuinely upset that he’ll be leaving.
Taemin visits him to say goodbye, but he looks just as bewildered as Kibum feels about the whole sitauation.
“I heard that you’re going to be moving away to go to a new school,” he says. “Did you get in trouble at your old one?”
“I wish things were that easy,” Kibum mutters. He doesn’t know how to begin explaining the changes that have overturned his life, and he doubts that Taemin will understand any of it. It never occurred to him how astonishingly neutral the other boy smelled. He supposes he must have been like that as well before this entire omega business reared it ugly head.
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