Taehyung and Jimin woke up to two plates of sizzling hot golden scrambled eggs heaped on top of buttered toast, a side of perfectly cooked bacon, maple syrup and homemade pancakes that Namjoon had a special recipe for: although he didn't make American breakfast's like this often, they were heavy and filling, and besides, the two omegas looked ecstatic to eat.
"Wow, this looks good!" Taehyung gaped, and Jimin simply sat down, staring shyly at Jungkook who was already chewing on a spoonful of eggs. After the incident with Jimin nearly scent-marking Jungkook, and Jungkook almost biting on Jimin's neck, there was a crackling tension between the two, but Taehyung was unable to notice it as he sat down and smiled slyly up at Namjoon. "I thought you said you wouldn't feed us?"
"Jungkook's a soft spot," Namjoon responded, clearing his throat as he leaned against the counter and chewed on a baby carrot, "and he begged me to feed you. Looks like I won't be surprised if I become an uncle, soon."
"Hyung!" Jungkook squeaked and Jimin flushed, hiding his face. "W-we're not even dating!"
"Whatever," Namjoon swallowed, leaning back further to chew slowly on the sweet carrots and lifting up his own plate of unbuttered eggs. "It's not any new information. We will all have our own family one day."
Jimin and Jungkook grew silent, but Taehyung laughed, not paying attention to whatever Namjoon was saying and just stuffing his face with food. He looked like a cute little puppy eating treats, his fingers growing shiny and sticky and Namjoon felt a prickle of a sort of, indelible emotion. He wanted to go over and scold the omega for being messy but at the same time, he wanted to lap the substance off his fingers and just compliment how adorable he looked—
No.'This was one of his workers: he was just here because his friend was in heat, and his brother had gone into rut. If not, Taehyung probably wouldn't even think about wanting to even hang out with him in his free time. He was an asshole: he knew that much about himself.
"I hope my mate is strong and super cuddly and caring," Taehyung giggled suddenly, not noticing the way Namjoon tensed. "And I hope he's big and super squishy!"
As everyone returned to eating in a happy sort of silence, Namjoon bit down hard on his carrot and stared down at himself. He couldn't help but wonder blankly:
Am I big and squishy?
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"How many will we be seating today?"
Taehyung's eyes are bright and lively as normal, sparkling with a warm gaze as the family of five walked in, the three kids looking around excitedly upon smelling Namjoon's lovely food.
The mother, a fair and beautiful woman, with the hard scent of an alpha on her flesh, lifted up a perfectly manicured hand and smiled. "Just five," she said, although her face was a bit sour. Taehyung didn't notice this, however, so he nodded and stared down at her bright children. One day, he would have little pups like these too, and deep down, he couldn't wait.
Her husband, also an alpha, (judging by the sharp, unidentifiable scent coming off his skin) simply stared hard at him. Taehyung bowed his head respectfully, the scents of bold alphas clogging his nostrils and sort of allowing a submissive side of himself slip out a little.
He turned back to the kids, though, since they looked much more softer and kind. The kids held no scent, as they were quite young and haven't been identified as an omega, beta or an alpha. "Do you three want any crayons or coloring tools to play around with while you wait for your food?" Taehyung asked, giggling a little as all three gaped and nodded, jumping excitedly. Their mother cleared her throat and all kids immediately stopped, lowering their heads. Taehyung stared awkwardly back up at their mother and laughed nervously. "O-oh, so, erm, would you l-like a kids menu—?"
"No, we're fine, thank you." She said dismissively. She looked Taehyung up and down, eyes hovering around certain areas of his body for a little longer than normal, like his curved hips or his slim waist, his rather feminine body shape and his petite legs. "Are you, by chance, an omega?"
Taehyung's face went red and he looked at the kids, who were staring with confusion at their mother, and her husband laughed loudly. "A male omega? Don't be silly, those kind are incredibly rare." The husband ran a hand through his hair and he smirked at Taehyung. "If you are, I may have to speak with your manager about some problems."
The woman laughed airily back in response. "He just smells so much like a female I couldn't help but ask. And his body shape is astoundingly similar to Sooyeons, don't you think?" She gazed at Taehyung again as if he were some object and Taehyung jerked back a little, offended.
Now he didn't know who this Sooyeon was, but he could tell they had a sort of dislike about her. He stuttered, not knowing how to respond or say until the wife started to speak again.
"I don't want an omega serving us or even seating us, whatever your job is." She clicked her tongue and wrapped her arms around her children. "I want all my kids to be beautiful, strong alphas, and if they keep smelling omegas all the time, they may be presented as one, and I do not want that."
Taehyung's breath hitched and he couldn't stop the tears from jumping into his eyes.
"Shouldn't you be on your knees, cleaning and scrubbing the floor like the low, unworthy class rank you are?" She giggled and Taehyung looked down, wiping his eyes. "How did you even get a job in such a worthy, fancy restaurant as this? Can you even afford what this place serves?"
"Oh, don't be so hard on the omega, honey." the husband sang, leaning on the counter to check Taehyung out. "He's a beautiful specimen, although I do agree omegas are too soft for a strong alpha. He'll never be mated, hm?"
Taehyung choked on whatever substance could be in the air or in his mouth and he stared, humiliated as the two alpha parents continued to insult him. The three pups, all young and around the same age, stared frightfully up at Taehyung with a bit of sympathy. Innocent little pups. How do you cope with such awful parents?
"I-I'm sorry, I'll go get a beta to serve y-you toni—"
"There will absolutely be no other hostess but you tonight, Taehyung, because everyone is out and you're the only one that's available for work."
Taehyung jumped as someone smacked a hand down on his shoulder, and immediately, a relaxing mint-scent surrounded him and Taehyung felt himself sinking a little, before leaning back, spinning around to bury his face into his boss's apron. Namjoon immediately pushed him away and muttered, "My office. Now." before turning back to the customers and asking what issue they were having.
By the time Taehyung had made it to Namjoon's office, he was a sobbing, panicking mess. Taehyung's distressed scent could be smelled from here: no longer sweet and comforting but sour and almost like a lemony sort of smell. Namjoon ignored his own natural instincts to go and comfort the omega, (which he didn't know why he wanted to, he wasn't even mated to the omega!), and looked up at the parents who had been insulting the host.
"Ah, an alpha." The mother's face visibly relaxed and she smiled. "Wonderful. Will you be serving us today?"
"No," Namjoon responded curtly, "I am the executive chef and the owner of this restaurant. I saw there was a problem here and I came to sort this out, but it seems you were just disturbed to see an omega serve you drinks? He's only obligated to seat you down and fetch your drinks and an alpha waiter would be the one to serve you food."
The husband didn't say anything, too busy scrolling through his phone, while his wife stared with a distraught expression at Namjoon. "W-well, if my children were to even smell him—!"
"With all due respect, ma'am, it is common knowledge that two alphas cannot reproduce their own pups." Namjoon's lips twitched up into a smirk, "you bought those children from an omega family that were unable to take care of them, didn't you?"
"There's still a chance for them to be an alpha!" Her voice raised and she curled her lip. "Come on. We're leaving this place!"
And Namjoon did nothing to stop them as the family of five vanished through the exit doors of the restaurant. Namjoon rolled his eyes and made his way to his office.
"Assholes." He muttered