Hyunjin should’ve known something was wrong the second he heard the godforsaken squawk of a seagull.

Not just one. Not two. A whole ass choir of them, cawing like it was their personal mission to drive him completely insane.

He blinked against the blinding sun, sand stuck to his freshly lotioned legs, wearing sunglasses that practically screamed “diva mode,” and holding a beach umbrella like it was a sword about to wage war against the wind.

He had an effortlessly striking appearance, with sharp yet soft eyes that carried a calm, almost hypnotic intensity. His face was refined and perfectly balanced, featuring high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a clean, sculpted jawline that gave him an elegant profile against the crashing waves.

His smooth, porcelain-like skin appeared flawless, making his features stand out even more. His lips were naturally full and well-defined, often resting in a subtle expression that looked both aloof and inviting. Dark, layered hair framed his face perfectly, falling loosely around his forehead and neck.

He was tall—right around six feet—lean, and impeccably well-proportioned from all the years of dancing and working as an instructor. He had simple, oversized black swimming shorts on with his upper body laid bare, his well-defined abs, muscles, and biceps glowing brilliantly under the summer sun.

Hyunjin had one goal. Just one.

After finally getting a two-week vacation from his dance instructor job at JYP Entertainment, he had booked this entire beach house cabin with a massive kitchen—because he was a high-paying Alpha who gladly bought tons of snow crabs, squids, and other premium seafood alongside fresh vegetables since your cooking was absolutely divine—for the next two weeks, just for you.

And he would gladly do the dishes and chop the vegetables just to have those chilli snow crabs cooked by you. Maybe with corn and onions? Like a seafood boil with fried squid and lobsters like in those food videos on YouTube? Yeah, that. Absolutely divine.

You had whined to him about going to Jeju Island this summer. And he obliged. He knew your obsession with collecting different shapes and colours of seashells. It was cute.

And then? Relax. Be sexy. Get his fair skin beautifully tanned. Maybe spend some unforgettable quality time with you, his gorgeous Omega.

You were in a cute black one-shoulder off-crop top that reached right under your breasts and a matching small black swimming skirt that reached your mid-thighs. These things he bought for you, and now he is absolutely preening at the fact that you wore that.

You were his gorgeous mate and that was his absolute flex.

Romantic, right?

Except apparently, you, his girlfriend of over three years, had entirely other ideas.

Because right now—right now—you were out in the fucking ocean, playing beach ball with a seal.

A seal.

A big, shiny, blubbery, whiskered seal that kept honking loudly like it was laughing at him.

Hyunjin froze on the hot sand like a Greek statue caught mid-mental breakdown. “BABE! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You were currently waist-deep in the water, giggling as the seal expertly booped the colorful beach ball back at you with its wet nose.

Hyunjin's mouth dropped wide open. “ARE YOU MAKING FRIENDS WITH SEA LIFE?!”

The seal, blackish-brown in colour with big, beady, shiny black eyes, looking all suspiciously cute, gave a throaty, enthusiastic bark.

His Omega, his literal mate of three years, was currently acting like a Disney princess—and not the cute woodland kind. The ocean kind.

Also, the seagulls were definitely plotting a heist.

They’d formed a tight, menacing circle around Hyunjin’s designer umbrella bag, eyeing the zipper like it was a treasure chest waiting to be plundered.

“This isn’t happening,” Hyunjin muttered to himself, frantically pulling out his phone to record this absolute madness. “Babe, that thing doesn't bite, right? Holy shit, I need to record this.”