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A sleek, black Mercedes-Benz glided through the wrought-iron gates of the sprawling Park estate, its polished exterior reflecting the fading hues of the evening sky. The towering mansion stood regal against the sunset, its grand stone facade framed by manicured hedges and flickering lanterns lining the driveway. The car came to a smooth stop beneath the grand archway, and within seconds, the driver stepped out, hurrying to open the passenger door.
Out stepped Min Yoongi—a tall, broad-shouldered man in his early thirties. His expensive charcoal-gray suit clung perfectly to his muscular frame, the faint gleam of his silver cufflinks catching the light. Tousled raven-black hair swept across his forehead, slightly messy from the drive, but it only added to his natural, effortless allure. Sharp, almond-shaped eyes surveyed the estate with a detached coolness, but there was a weight behind them—an intensity hidden beneath layers of control.
As Yoongi walked through the marble-clad foyer, the echo of his polished leather shoes filled the vast space, mingling with the soft hum of the chandelier overhead. The air grew thick with the subtle scent of his alpha pheromones, a silent signal of dominance that lingered in his wake. He loosened his tie, craving the solitude of his study after a long day.
But the moment he stepped into the living room, his plans for a quiet evening crumbled.
There, curled up on the couch, sat Jimin—his 16-year-old omega nephew—his soft, plush lower lip protruding in an exaggerated pout. His strawberry-blond hair framed his round face, and his oversized pastel sweater only made him look smaller, more delicate. Jimin’s thick thighs were tucked beneath him, his arms crossed as he sulked, exuding innocence and mischief all at once.
Yoongi’s gaze softened despite himself.
“Jimin,” he called out, his deep voice laced with quiet authority, but a hint of fondness crept in. “Why so sullen?”
Jimin barely glanced up, his pout deepening. “I’m so done,” he huffed, voice whiny, his doe eyes glistening with frustration.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, the pull of his alpha instincts making it nearly impossible not to close the distance. “Done with what?”
Jimin’s bottom lip jutted out further. “You know my school trip is going to Jeju Island. I want to go too!”
“Ah,” Yoongi murmured, the pieces falling into place. Of course. Jeju Island—the school trip Jimin had been talking about for weeks. But the idea of the young omega spending days away, unguarded, in a place crawling with unmated alphas—it stirred something cold and possessive inside Yoongi.
“You know why you can’t go,” he said gently, though his voice carried a firmer edge now.
Jimin groaned, flopping onto his side, his face half-buried in a pastel cushion. “I know Dad won’t let me. But I really want to go with my friends!” His voice cracked slightly, the desperation in it undeniable.
Yoongi let out a slow exhale, running a hand through his dark hair. He crouched down beside the couch, resting one elbow on the armrest as he looked at Jimin. “Jimin,” he began, trying to maintain his composure, “your father’s just worried about your safety. Jeju isn’t exactly—”
“What solid reason does he have?” Jimin interrupted, now sitting upright with his arms tightly crossed. “It’s a school trip! I won’t be alone.”
Yoongi chuckled softly at the omega’s fiery determination. So stubborn. He reached over, gently ruffling Jimin’s soft hair. “Your father knows how unpredictable it can get, especially with alphas you don’t know.”
“But, Uncle, you know I’ve always wanted to go on one!” Jimin’s voice cracked again, a tremble threading through it.
Yoongi hesitated for a beat, his protective instincts warring with Jimin’s pleading tone. The young omega looked up at him with tear-glazed eyes, hope shining through despite the pout still lingering on his lips.
Finally, Yoongi sighed. “Fine,” he relented softly. “I’ll talk to your father.”
Jimin’s head shot up, his entire face lighting up. “You mean it? You’ll really try?”
Yoongi smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. “I’ll try, brat. No promises.”
Jimin squealed in excitement and launched himself into Yoongi’s arms, nearly knocking the alpha backward. “Thank you, Yoongi-uncle! I love you!”
Yoongi chuckled, wrapping his strong arms around the small omega, holding him securely. “You’re such a handful,” he muttered, but there was no hiding the fondness in his voice.
Jimin pulled back, his hands still gripping Yoongi’s suit jacket. “But you’ll convince him, right? You always do.”
Yoongi stared into Jimin’s wide, trusting eyes—so full of belief, so fragile. He ruffled the boy’s hair again. “I’ll do my best.”
Jimin practically bounced off the couch, his giddy energy filling the room as he dashed off, already talking about what he’d pack for the trip.
Yoongi watched as Jimin bounded out of the room, his earlier tears forgotten, replaced by pure excitement. The soft patter of the omega’s footsteps echoed down the hall until silence settled once more.
But Yoongi didn’t move.
His fingers drummed against the armrest, jaw tense as an unsettling thought clawed at the edges of his mind. He hated saying no to Jimin—but the idea of his precious omega far away, surrounded by strangers, unmated alphas, and out of his sight—it twisted something dark inside him.
"I’ll convince your father," he had promised.
But as he sat there, the weight of his own possessive instincts anchoring him in place, he wondered—was he really trying to convince Park Hyun soo... or himself?
Yoongi’s gaze lingered on the doorway Jimin had just disappeared through, his alpha pheromones thick in the air.
"I’ll protect you, no matter what. Even if it means protecting you from yourself."
The words remained unspoken, heavy in the room.
And somewhere deep inside, Yoongi knew—this was just the beginning.