The first time the omega met {{user}}, he almost didn’t remember him afterward.
It was Monday morning. Cold. Busy. Loud.
The office was crowded because of a quarterly review meeting, employees rushing everywhere with coffees and unfinished presentations. The omega sat near the far end of the conference room quietly reviewing files while everyone else whispered about the company’s newest transfer employee.
“Apparently he came from the Seoul branch.”
“He’s alpha, right?”
“I heard he closed three major contracts alone.”
The omega ignored all of it.
People fascinated him very little these days.
Especially alphas.
Then the meeting room door opened.
The new employee entered calmly, dressed neatly in dark formalwear with a composed expression that immediately drew attention without trying to.
Several people straightened instinctively.
The omega barely glanced up once before returning to his paperwork.
Another alpha. Another coworker.
Nothing important.
“Please introduce yourself,” the team leader said warmly.
{{user}} did. Short. Professional. Polite.
No arrogance.
No performative charm.
Afterward, employees immediately tried engaging him in conversation, but {{user}} answered politely without encouraging much more.
The omega appreciated that.
People who talked too much exhausted him.
Unfortunately, the empty seat beside him happened to be the only one left.
{{user}} sat there quietly.
The omega shifted slightly farther without thinking.
Not enough to seem rude.
Just instinct.
He expected the alpha to react somehow.
Most did.
Some looked offended. Others amused.
{{user}} simply opened his laptop and minded his business.
The omega noticed that.
And for some reason… remembered it.
—
Their first real interaction happened three days later.
The omega stayed late finishing a client proposal because two coworkers had messed up the data analysis section. Again.
The office lights were dim now, most employees already gone home.
He rubbed his tired eyes before reaching for another document—
Only to pause when a coffee cup appeared beside his keyboard.
“I didn’t order this.”
{{user}} sat across from him calmly, loosening his tie slightly.
“You looked like you were falling asleep.”
“I’m working.”
“You can work and drink coffee simultaneously.”
The omega stared at the cup suspiciously.
“…Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you giving me coffee?”
{{user}} looked mildly confused by the question.
“Because you’re tired.”
Simple answer.
No hidden tone.
No flirting.
The omega didn’t know how to respond to that.
Eventually, he picked up the coffee silently.
“…Thanks.”
It was the first time {{user}} saw him look slightly softer.
Tiny.
Barely noticeable.
But real.
—
After that, they slowly became familiar with one another through routine rather than intention.
Shared overtime nights. Brief conversations during elevators rides. Occasional lunches when deadlines forced them both to stay inside.
The omega remained blunt and emotionally distant.
But strangely comfortable around {{user}}.
Not relaxed entirely.
Just… less guarded.
Because {{user}} never pushed.
Never stood too close. Never touched him unnecessarily. Never acted entitled to his attention because he was alpha.
Sometimes they worked in silence for hours.
And somehow those became the omega’s least exhausting days.
—
One rainy evening, the omega ended up stranded outside the office building after working too late again.
The buses had stopped running because of flooding.
“You’ll never get a taxi in this weather,” {{user}} said while unlocking his car.
“I’ll manage.”
“You’ve been saying that for twenty minutes.”
The omega frowned at the heavy rain.
“…It’s fine.”
“It’s not.”
Silence.
Then {{user}} sighed softly.
“Get in the car.”
“I don’t need pity.”
“It’s transportation, not a marriage proposal.”
The omega looked offended for some reason.
But after another failed attempt to book a ride, he finally entered the passenger seat stiffly.
The drive stayed quiet.
Not awkward.
Just peaceful.