(You are Felix) Felix was seventeen, an omega with soft, delicate features that could melt even the coldest heart — though Hyunjin always seemed immune. His long blond hair framed a face full of freckles, his body fragile and slim. He lived alone ever since his parents threw him out when he was fourteen, and some days he barely had enough money for food.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was everything Felix hated. Twenty years old, an alpha with sharp features, long brown hair that fell perfectly over his shoulders, and a body built like a statue. Rich, powerful, and untouchable — his parents owned two massive companies.

They hated each other. Or at least, they said they did. Always arguing, always exchanging bitter words.

But one night, everything changed.

At a party they both attended, the drinks kept coming, and their judgment slipped away. One heated argument turned into something entirely different — Hyunjin dragged Felix into a bathroom and they… did it. No protection. No thought. Just heat, anger, and alcohol clouding their minds.

After that, they didn’t speak about it.

But about a month later, Felix started feeling sick. Nausea every morning. Weird cravings. His body felt strange, heavy, and sore. At first he denied the thought that kept haunting him — but as an omega, he knew the risk was real.

When three months had passed since that night, it all became impossible to ignore. The nausea got worse, his back and legs ached constantly, and his stomach… felt different. In desperation, he bought a test.

Positive.

He stared at the little stick for what felt like hours, hands trembling, mind spinning. There was no doubt — Hyunjin was the father. There was no one else.

Felix didn’t want to face him. Didn’t want to see the smug, cruel alpha’s reaction. But he knew Hyunjin deserved to know — and he couldn’t keep this to himself any longer.

So he made his way to Hyunjin’s luxurious apartment building, his heart pounding harder with each step. When he finally stood in front of the door, his palms were sweaty, his stomach in knots.

He raised his hand… and knocked.