@Kazzys_wx: wwx is an omega, 5 months preg...

wwx is an omega, 5 months pregnant, and homeless after being kicked out by his foster family. He’s crying on a park bench when he meets lwj, a mysterious alpha who claims he’s a businessman.

Lwj offers wwx a place to stay—his own home.

The park bench is cold under wwx’s thighs when he sits on it. Or more like crumples upon it.

Yu Furen spared no mercy for him when he told her he was pregnant. It was a drunken one night stand, one that wwx had no recollection of except for the

pleasant scent that the alpha seemed to carry, lingering in wwx’s senses even 5 months after.

She had taken one look at him, on his knee’s, his head bowed to the floor, /begging/, and had told him to get out.

She said it with the barest of whispers that wwx had jolted upright, shock reverberating his body. Yu Furen started shouting after, calling him every insult in the book until finally wwx had packed a measly backpack of essentials and left.

So here he is now on a park bench with nothing to his name except the belongings on his back and a growing child in his womb.

What will he do? With no one to turn to, no where to live, jobless and pregnant?

How will his child survive?

wwx shudders, fighting back the urge to just let all his emotions flood out of him at once. He refuses to cry. He hasn’t cried since he was in eight grade.

And yet wwx feels the hot trails roll down his cheeks, staining his skin with unbidden sorrows. He curls in on himself,

head buried in his hands to cover his face so no one passing by can see his shame. His humiliation.

wwx sobs, he wails, and his sour scent leaks out of him until he’s almost sure he can /feel/ the disgusted look other people are throwing at him.

He really can’t help it. wwx is, for once in his life after bouncing back from being knocked down so many times, hopeless. He is utterly and entirely hopeless.

wwx inhales shakily, his breath catching so hard on a sob that he chokes.

Impossibly, it makes him cry even harder to where he can’t even see between the gaps of his fingers, his vision clouded and blurred. His whole world is crashing down around him in a blaze of fire and wwx has nothing to help him put it out. He feels like he’s suffocating

on the fumes.

He’s so consumed by his grief that he doesn’t notice the alpha on one knee in front of him until he makes himself known.

“Here.”

wwx startles, lifting his head to see a fresh bottle of water being thrusted in front of him.

wwx quickly wipes away the tears in his eyes, even if it turns to be fruitless due to the new ones quickly replacing them.

With shaking hands he takes the bottle from the man, clumsily opening the cap with a crack and chugging half of it’s contents in one go.

“Slow,” the man—alpha, wwx realizes, says. “You’ll choke.”

And he’s right because not even two seconds later wwx’s breath stutters once again and he inhales the water down the wrong pipe.

Coughing, he feels a hand gently run up and down his back.

It’s soothing. The hand warm and big. Kind.

It makes wwx want to fall apart again.

wwx takes in the sight of this kind stranger. He’s tall, broad, and obviously an alpha. His black hair is short, and he’s wearing an expensive business suit like he’s heading to work.

Something about him… his smell… it’s familiar. wwx cannot place why.

“Are you alright?” The man asks.

wwx jolts out of his thoughts and realizes that scrutinizing this man has helped him calm down somewhat.

“I’m okay,” wwx says.

The alpha removes his hand from wwx’s back, stands up, and takes a seat beside the omega on the bench. Like this, their bodies right next to each other, wwx feels small compared to him.

Gosh, his scent is really so soothing. Sandalwood

and alpha musk….

Silence weighs heavy between them, or at least heavy on wwx.

From the corner of his eye he see’s the alpha turn his head to him.

“Why were you crying?” He asks, gruff but not unkind.

wwx hesitates.

He’s never really allowed himself to be vulnerable with others. Scared of the outcome, the reaction, the inevitable way that the person would judge him. Abandon him.

He’s always prided himself on never needing help, instead being the one to help others, even if it

was unusual for an omega. But wwx has always been different.

Yet, right now, in front of this alpha who has so kindly offered him a helping hand…

wwx wants to spill everything. He /wants/ someone to listen and to care.

“I’m pregnant,” wwx blurts. The alpha stiffens beside him, but he takes no notice of it.

The alpha shifts quietly. “How far along?”

wwx ducks his head. “Five months now,” he answers.

“….Do you…not want it?” The man asks stiltedly.

Oh, it must look like wwx is crying because this baby is unwanted, he realizes belatedly. And while it was, at first, wwx finds himself loathe to ever think of even getting rid of it.

“It was a surprise—I don’t even know who the father is,” wwx says.

“But I’m actually sitting here crying my eyes out because my foster aunt kicked me out.”

wwx wipes at his cheeks. “She didn’t want a whore in her house.”

“Do not listen to her words,” the man protests in that succinct way of his.

“How can I not when they’re true?” wwx snaps. “I’m only 20 and pregnant, no job, not a cent to my name! I—how am I gonna be able to provide for this kid? I’m homeless!”

The alpha is struck silent by the omega’s outburst, and really wwx can’t blame him.

He’s probably scared off the only person in the world who’s been nice to him, besides jyl.

“….If I offered you the choice to live with me, would you take it?”

wwx stares incredulously at him.

“What?”

The alpha nods his head firmly. “I have more than enough room for you and your pup, once it is born. I live in in a nice neighborhood, in a suite. You’d be comfortable.”

wwx laughs brokenly. “I don’t even know you.”

“Then get to know me,” he shoots back.

“Come with me.”

wwx feels… he doesn’t know how to feel. Here he is being offered the chance to have a roof over his head by a mere /stranger/. Some guy he’s met in a park.

“How do I know you aren’t some psychopath?” wwx eyes him warily. He.. well, he looks rich at least.

The man straightens his already straight shoulders.

“Then I will let you have the suite to yourself and give you the keys.” The man gazes at him, his golden eyes unwavering. “I could not live with myself if I abandoned you here while you are in need.”

wwx sniffles, lower lip trembling. “…Why would you do that for an omega you don’t even know?”

The alpha looks at him with something wwx cannot place. His face softens, his eyebrows drawing down slightly. He looks… he looks guilty, perhaps.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

wwx has no answer for that. But he knows what he’s going to say in response to the mans offer.

“I’ll go with you, but first…” wwx smiles at him. “Tell me your name.”

“Lan Wangji. You can call me Lan Zhan.”

———

Lwj unlocks the door with a click, pushing it open and letting wwx walk into the suite first.

It’s spacious and obviously something a rich person would own.

“Make yourself at home,” lwj quietly tells him.

“Are you sure I can stay?” wwx asks, shrugging off his

tiny backpack. “I don’t want to burden you… You can tell me to leave anytime and I will.”

“Nonesense,” lwj gently rebukes. “I will not ask you to leave until you deicide you want to. You may stay as long as you like.”

….Oh, wwx feels like crying again.

It must show on his

face for the alpha’s body jerks in alarm. “Wei Ying—“

“I’m okay, I’m fine—“ wwx waves him off, fanning his face. “It’s the hormones. You’re being too sweet to me right now.”

lwj relaxes, his lips curling into a faint smile. “I will only be kinder. Prepare yourself.”

He’s really handsome, wwx thinks. Lwj is probably the most beautiful alpha wwx has ever seen.

The alpha sets him up comfortably in one of the guest bedrooms, lending him clothes that are two sizes too big for him and a brand new toothbrush.

“I know it is not yet night but you should rest. You have had a long day,” lwj says, lingering at wwx’s door. “I will take you to pick up the rest of your belongings tomorrow.”

“You’ll have to face Yu Furens wrath.”

“A mere beta does not scare me.”

That makes wwx blush, for

some reason. It was… hot.

“Alright, then you can be my bodyguard,” wwx says laughingly, gazing up at this generous alpha who is far too kind for his own good.

Lwj huffs, shaking his head and turns to leave.

There is something that has been nudging wwx in the back of his mind, a little alarm dinging every time he even so much as glances at lwj’s face or gets a whiff of his pleasant scent.

When he smells lwj, he feels at peace. When he looks at him, he envisions a

small boy or girl running around their feet, giggling and shouting in joy as their parents play with them.

This man is not the father of his child. Lwj couldn’t possibly be.

But even so…

wwx tugs at lwj’s sleeve, stopping him in his tracks before he walks away.

The words trap in his throat for a few moments. Lwj turns his head and levels him a questioning tilt of his head.

“Wei Ying?”

wwx trembles. “Have we… Have we met before, Lan Zhan?”

Perhaps they have. Passing each other as strangers in a grocery store, a cafe, even the

same park they met this morning in.

lwj’s eyes widen, a hint of panic leaking into his scent. He quickly recovers, like it was never even there.

wwx heart pounds in his ears. Lwj pats his head, causing the omega to let out a shocked breath.

He does not answer the question. He doesn’t even acknowledge it, and for some bizarre reason that wwx doesn’t want to examine, he feels content with it.

Instead, lwj opens his mouth and tells him, “Rest, Wei Ying.”

lwj says pulls his hand off of the omega’s head. “I will see you when you wake up.”

wwx hums. “See you, Lan Zhan.”

He closes the door gently, and face plants onto his bed.

Lwj…. Just who are you?

// 👀👀

so… do you think lwj is the father? 🫣