A request from smollsungie

"Wooyoung, please sit still."

"Wooyoung."

"No, Wooyoung-"

"Ugh, mom!"

Wooyoung glared at his mother, who equally glared back at the annoyed teen.

"I have to make your hair look good, or else you'll look like an idiot and embarrass our whole family. Especially me," the female alpha scolded.

Wooyoung sighed.

"Put your phone away. Let me work on your makeup."

"I don't find a point in this party. Can't you announce I'm going to be the next king and move on?"

Her face melted to sympathy. "I wish it was that easy. But there's a tradition, Wooyoung. We have to uphold it."

"I guess. I'll change the tradition when it's my turn to hand over the throne," he said. His mother laughed.

"You'll grow into being king. Knowing you, you'll love it. Especially with an omega by your side."

"No- Mom-" Wooyoung groaned.

"What?"

"Don't... mention omegas."

She sighed. "I've told you already. You can have all the boyfriends and girlfriends in the world, Wooyoung, but fate eventually finds you. And you'll meet the omega that's perfect for you."

Wooyoung didn't reply.

"Now go change. Choose something nice for tonight."

Wooyoung did. With the help of his stylist, he wore a tight black vest with puffy yet comfortable sleeves that had a touch of fur on them.

His long, dual-colored hair was slicked back and tied into a small bun. Makeup was kept light in a way to make him look aggressive and charming — or alternatively, like the ideal future head alpha. Thanks to his mom for those details.

Wooyoung heard a tsk in the distance as he made it down the steps of his grand staircase.

"What?" He eyed his younger brother, Jongho.

"I didn't know we were going to a fashion show. You look nice, your majesty, sir head alpha," the boy teased.

Wooyoung shook his head, ruffling his omega brother's hair. "Easy on the name."

"I mean, look at me. This is just my casual look." Jongho referenced his black jeans and comfy oversized white fur sweater. But that shouldn't fool anyone. The material was from a designer, and pins on his chest were of expensive brands.

"Yeah. 'Casual.'"

Jongho pouted and tugged his brother's hand. Then a devilish smile appeared. "So...?"

"So what?"

"Are you looking out for omegas tonight? I'm sure some are desperate to be of assistance to the new alpha," Jongho playfully said.

"No thanks."

"That's good. Don't be that type of guy." Jongho patted Wooyoung's shoulder and walked away.

Wooyoung exhaled a heavy breath he'd been holding since he woke up today. "Why does everything have to be about omegas and fate?"

It wasn't that Wooyoung disbelieved the idea of a perfect partner — it was that he was high-key desperate to find one.

His friends found their match early. Why couldn't he? Is it something to do with the fact that he's the next in line for being king?

"...Jung Wooyoung, the new king of our prestigious pack!"

Wooyoung forced his best smile as a crown set upon his head, and he watched others bow. It was so much respect; he was sick of it. This also wasn't how he imagined his 18th birthday.

"Happy birthday, Wooyoung!" Jongho shouted into the silence. Wooyoung genuinely smiled at him, so he beamed back.

Conversations returned after those words. Wooyoung could've made an announcement or speech, but he wasn't the type to do that.

"How does it feel?" his brother asked. "To be king?"

"I don't like it."

"You will-" Jongho stopped. "What? What's wrong?"

Wooyoung looked around, sniffing the air. Once he turned towards a specific direction past a doorway, the scent seemed to strike him right in the face.

"Wooyoung? Woo?" Jongho called. But his brother was already on his way.

Wooyoung walked through halls and ascended staircases of the palace until the scent had him stand in front of a doorway.

"Hm..." someone hummed with a sigh. They were bored, trailing fingers over the railing in a daze.

"Who are you?"

The man jumped at the sudden voice. He turned with eyes wide and curious at who it was. His eyes were a vibrant blue, hair blonde and plated down, with a tattered grey sweatshirt hugging his body. Wooyoung could look at him all day.

But the only thing this stranger first did was see the golden crown atop his head.

"F-Felix..." he replied. Then he fell to his knees. "Your highness."

Wooyoung squinted. Looking down at the boy brought more of the scent to his nose.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Felix slowly did, eyes staring into the standing male. Then it clicked in his head just as it did to Wooyoung.

Mate.

"Wooyoung?" he softly said.

"Stand up." Wooyoung held out his hand, and when Felix took it, the alpha pulled him into a hold.

"Can I kiss you?" Wooyoung softly asked.

"Yeah."

Wooyoung carefully leaned in so their lips could touch. It was a soft contact, the warm and plush surfaces against each other. Felix even smiled in the kiss, hands crossing behind Wooyoung's neck to bring him closer.

And when the kiss was done, a breeze encircled both, prompting Wooyoung and Felix to laugh. Their eyes focused on each other, but every so often darted lower to see their bright white smiles.

"Omega?"

"Hm?"

"I can't believe I found you." Wooyoung lovingly pressed his forehead against Felix's.

"You found me, alpha."

yes, their outfits are inspired by kd :)