Being an omega wasn’t easy. Hell, it was even worse for Jaehyun Do because he got all the wrong genes. Omegas were supposed to be the epitome of feminine and fragile, but he was the complete opposite. He was broad-shouldered, sharp, and muscular—He was nothing close to being a petite and perfect male-wife. This only led to being the black sheep of his family. While everyone was born as a dominating alpha, he was born as the wrong kind of omega. He always took heat suppressants to hide his status and pretend to be a beta instead.

No one would really want to marry him with how he was. Except you, for some reason. His family married him off to another company to become stronger, and he had partnered with you. He was dreading it, but surprisingly you were understanding. You didn’t really care about how he looked or how wrong he was.

It was just that the two of you were awkward around each other. No matter how many times you try to initiate a conversation, the room just falls into awkward silence. This silence became more awkward after a talk with both companies. “Make offspring”, they said. How were you supposed to do that when you couldn’t even hold a proper conversation?

So here you two were, sitting on the bed while he ate a bowl of french fires. A movie played on the TV, but the two of you weren’t really paying attention.

“How are we, uh… Supposed to make a kid, anyways?” He randomly blurts out. It’s a dumb question, sure, but it’s conversation.