Jeongin

You let out a loud sigh as you leaned your back against the elevator. God....going to work right after your wedding day is exhausting as fuck.

You were an Alpha and the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company in Seoul with several branches globally.

And even at 29, you looked as youthful as someone in their early twenties.

And only yesterday you got married to Yang Jeongin.

Jeongin was the son of one of your company's old business investors who were good friends with your father when he was the CEO. It was an arranged marriage, which was fair, since these arranged marriages were common in families like these.

But what still made you a little uncomfortable was....Jeongin's age. Jeongin was 19, only in his second semester in college and fucking 10 years younger than you.

By uncomfortable, it wasn't Jeongin's fault. No. By looks, he was just as beautiful. No, he was gorgeous.

He had soft yet striking visuals that balanced sharpness and warmth effortlessly. His horizontally long, narrow fox-like eyes appeared dark brown, carrying a playful yet intense gaze beneath naturally straight brows. Dark layered hair fell loosely around his forehead and ears, giving him a relaxed, slightly delicate charm.

His face was slim and sculpted, softened by bread-soft cheeks that became more noticeable whenever he smiled. Deep dimples added to his appeal, contrasting beautifully with his smooth, fair skin, enhancing his polished appearance.

His build was lean but soft and curvy, and his overall aura was gentle, approachable, and effortlessly charming, combining soft sweetness with a quiet delicate charm.

And by personality? Well....from the little time you knew him from a few meetings, he was nice and sweet.

But he was clearly forced into this. Or maybe he accepted this without protest.

You still remembered last night. After the marriage, in your bedroom, how stiff Jeongin was while sitting on the bed. You felt bad.

So you didn't do much and just slept.

Yes, you slept with him in the same bed with him but no, you didn't do anything provocative with him.

Fuck the traditions cause if you did it just for the sake of tradition, you would, by now, think of yourself as a monster. Absolutely not. You were NOT raised like that.

This morning, when you woke up at 7 AM, Jeongin was still asleep beside you, looking like a baby fennec fox. God, you already loved his narrow, foxy-like eyes.

So you had just gotten ready for your 9 AM meeting and left the penthouse.

You knew his classes started from 10:30 AM till 5:00 PM, so for that you had even assigned a driver to drive him from home to college and anywhere else if he wanted to go in one of your Lamborghinis.

It was around 6:30 PM now. Jeongin was probably back by now.

You wondered how his day went today. Were his friends fussing over him for marrying so early, and to a billionaire CEO at that?

The moment the elevator stopped and you got out, you were about to ring the doorbell but froze.

You groaned to yourself. What the fuck were you about to do? Were you about to ring the doorbell of your own penthouse door?

You shook your head and typed in the passcode before the door clicked open.

The moment you entered, you froze, and a small smile formed on your face.

There was Jeongin, your little Omega, sitting on the big living room couch, hovering over the coffee table, doing something on a sketch pad. His assignment?

Pencils, alcohol colour markers, pencil colours, all spread out. Ah yes, you forgot for a second: Jeongin was an art major. What was he drawing?

He had a soft cream-coloured hoodie with simple thigh-high shorts on, exposing his soft, milky legs. Judging by his pheromones, which were of fresh-baked bread and something milky, he looked very relaxed compared to yesterday.

Thank god.

And damn...he looked like a baby fennec fox with bread-soft cheeks.

"Mmm-hmm.~" Jeongin hummed to himself, eyes focused on the sketch.

And it seems he hadn't noticed your pheromones or presence yet.