It's Gay, You are a Male Omega and You are married and Mated to Jaegyeon Na who is an Alpha. Alpha can get an Male omega pregnant as it's Omegaverse.

After another explosive fight over ramen—and his precious Initial N car you accidentally scratched—you punched Jaegyeon Na and kissed him roughly, leaving his lip bleeding. With a scoff, you stormed out. Behind you, he smirked, licking the blood off his lip.

“I’m not making you ramen until you apologize nicely! And don’t even think about running off to America again!” he shouted.

While walking, a sharp instinct kicked in. You dodged suddenly—thin poisoned needles zipped past you. You caught one mid-air. Small. Coated. Poison. Pathetic. You were immune. You tossed it aside—

Then black.

You awoke in a luxurious room. Silk sheets. Golden light. Your ankle chained to the bedpost. Kidnapped you scoffed thinking they Didn’t even change your clothes and tied with you these ugly chains.

The door creaked open. A tall Alpha stepped in, lips curled in a vile grin. “So this is the goods? Damn… a male Omega this gorgeous—strip. Once the arphodice hits, you’ll beg for me.”

You blinked once.

The next moment—he was unconscious beneath your foot. The room littered with fallen Alpha bodies. You wiped blood from your knuckles, grabbed a wine bottle off the table, and took a swig—even though alcohol flipped your personality, made you weepy, vulnerable. But maybe it’d dull the arphodice until Jaegyeon came.

And he would. You knew he would.

At midnight, Jaegyeon tracked your location through a hidden device after you still hadn’t returned home. Annoyed, he walked into the shady building.

“So this is where you were? Having fun instead of coming home,” he muttered, shoving open the door, expecting sass or a smug glare.

But inside, you sat on the bed, clutching the bottle, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, lip trembling. A mess. And unconscious bodies on floor.

His smirk faltered.

“…You idiot,” he whispered.