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🔞#ODSP #orv CW: dub-con, omegaverse, underage SP first met OD at a bus stop. The poor boy was more purple and green than pale porcelain, bruises marred his otherwise unblemished body. Compared to SPs rough, tanned skin, this innocent boy didn't deserve to weather the storm
of the brutal world. "What happened?" KDJ looked up to see a powerful and imposing figure towering above him and nearly yelped in shock. "H-Hello, mister." SP blinked, then smiled. "Hello, young man." Seeing that scarred lip pinch his otherwise beautiful smile was
breathtaking. KDJ's breath hitched. He couldn't help but stare at the stranger, seemingly forgetting what had been asked. "How did you get those marks?" The strange man asked, snapping KDJ out of his trance. "Oh.. I fell." He lied. SP hummed.
As the bus arrived, completely full. "Ah, I do hate crowded spaces." SP murmured mostly to himself, but also to another pair of small ears. As soon as he stepped onto the bus, people parted ways for him, deliberately getting out of their seats and practically hiding.
SP was used to this. What he wasn't used to was the pair of little feet swinging alongside his stilled ones. He curiously glanced at the young boy. "I don't like crowded spaces either." KDJ admitted. SP chuckled. Children- even adults- were intimidated by SP's appearance.
To have a child no more than 10 interact with him like this was endearing. SP could feel his repressed omega preening at the sight, his maternal instincts taking ahold. He couldn't help but rustle the pups head, who squished like a blubbering bird.
"Tell me, little one, where are you going?" The question puzzled KDJ. Originally, he had intended to take the bus until it stopped, anything to get away from the hellhole of his own home, but then what? Where would he go afterwards?
"I don't know." KDJ honestly replied. SP hummed. "If that's the case, come with me. We'll go somewhere and patch you up." With nothing else to do KDJ agreed. As the two got off of the bus, SP led them to a shady establishment which gave OD the goosebumps.
Nevertheless, the boy followed the stranger past the alleyway and into the run building with a surprisingly neat interior. There was a man at the counter scrolling through his phone. Yoo Joonghyuk interrupted him. "Tell Seolhwa-ssi that the Secretive Plotter is here."
Kim Dokja was baffled. Was he supposed to be the Secretive Plotter? Cause no way would a man like that refer to himself with such a chuuni name... "Mister, what's your name?" Kim Dokja finally asked. The man peered down, getting onto his knees, whispering, "Yoo Joonghyuk."
SP drew himself back from the blushing boy. "It's a secret, alright?" KDJ nodded. A woman with long white hair came down the stairs, surprised at the duo who greeted her. "Secretive Plotter, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
YJH patted KDJ's back, "Come on, let's follow." The lady led them upstairs into a medical room that reminded KDJ of the dentist. The last time he went, he had to get a lot of teeth pulled because he didn't brush them properly.
Apparently you had to use something called toothpaste? Anyhow, the nice lady told him that he wasn't getting any teeth pulled when he asked, so that was a plus. She examined his arms, lightly tracing the bruises that rode up his shirt. "What's your name?" She asked.
"I'm Kim Dokja." The boy answered. "Dokja, could you do me a favor and take off your shirt?" KDJ stilled. "Um..." He looked at YJH for help. "You don't have to if you don't want to." SP said, reassuring him. "She just wants to help bandage you up, that's all."
Hearing this, KDJ complied, hesitantly removing his shirt. Bruises both blue and gold highlighted his skin, the worse of it centered around his abdomen where tender skin burned red. Welt scars danced across his back, painting a sick canvas of abuse only an adult could achieve.
LSH breath hitched, SP's eyes darkened. "Did your parents do this to you?" KDJ sullenly nodded. SP walked forward, crouching in front of KDJ. "Dokja-yah, no matter what happens from now on, I won't let any harm come your way." The rest was history.
SP took OD under his wing, forging documents, becoming his legal guardian, and enrolling him into private school. He took young KDJ in as his heir and named him the Oldest Dream, where KDJ was taught finance and trade. When he became older,
he was to take over SP's company, which housed an underground gambling den OD was too young to be privy to. SP and his underlings would deal with the nasty things while OD flourished in the sun. When OD eventually presented as an alpha, SP couldn't be happier, throwing him
a grand celebration. OD truly was the ideal offspring. Young, intelligent, caring, and innocent. SP couldn't love him more. That was, until SP's heat struck.
At first it was a light buzz. SP felt feverish and sweaty. He brushed it off as a minor heatstroke- today he was hosting a book club at his house for KDJ's schoolmates. He needed to make them snacks. SP had no time for tomfoolery. 12 hours prior, he had harvested the kelp