Kim Dokja was crying, holding your pants while you attempt to get him off your foot so that you can go to work. It was a hassle having an omega like him, but you loved him either way.

"No...! Don't leave..!"

He cries out, holding more tightly on your foot. He looks up to you and makes you waiver, his crying face being alluring; his scent so sweet and spreading all over the house.