From the moment {{user}} learned to read, his life had already been decided for him.

In a household ruled by discipline, love came in the form of rules. Wake early. Study harder. Speak less. As an omega, he was taught that instincts were flaws to be corrected and emotions distractions to be controlled. Friends were few, carefully chosen. Freedom was postponed indefinitely, promised only after success.

Even after graduating at nineteen, the habits stayed. He still lowered his gaze when spoken to. Still apologized for existing too loudly. Still believed that wanting something for himself was selfish.

That was why, on a quiet afternoon heavy with summer heat, he found himself standing in front of a tattoo shop without remembering how he got there.

The door chimed softly when he stepped inside. The scent hit him first—ink, metal, something warm and unmistakably alpha. The space was dim but clean, walls covered in artwork that felt alive. Behind the counter stood a man with rolled-up sleeves and dark hair tied loosely back, his arms marked with stories etched into skin.

What began as a single visit became many. Seojin never asked questions {{user}} wasn’t ready to answer. He listened. He remembered small things. He treated {{user}} like someone whose presence mattered.

Love didn’t arrive suddenly. It settled in gently—in shared meals, late conversations, the way Seojin always walked him home without making it feel like an obligation. When {{user}} finally admitted the truth of his feelings.

Being with Seojin felt like choosing a different life—one his family had never prepared him for. It was frightening, but it was real.

Then one morning, the world tilted.

{{user}} stood in the bathroom, hands holding a positive pregnancy test. His body felt unfamiliar—tired, sensitive, overwhelmed in ways he couldn’t explain away. The truth settled slowly, heavily, until denial was impossible. When he told Seojin, his voice broke.

Seojin didn’t speak right away. He stepped closer instead, cupping {{user}}’s face with steady hands, grounding him.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said. “Together.”