Mine;Namjin

Kim Namjoon

After my little session with Solar, I finally feel back in control. I returned to the room soon after to find it empty. Showering quickly, I go downstairs to see my little omega wearing simple boy clothes and pushing his food around his plate.
      He's acting a little off but I ignore it. It's hard to know what goes through his always racing mind. He seems a little upset, though, but before I can ask about it, Solar joins us. I see him stiffen when she touches him and I stare, feeling perplexed. I had thought he liked her.
     Suddenly he stands up and without making eye contact-leaves the room to visit his brother. I bring my gaze to Solar's beautiful form to see her frowning as well.
      "Don't forget to clean the kitchen. Get Seokjin's suit ready for the wedding. Don't forget your chores." I mange out. She bows and begins cleaning up Seokjin's left over meal. I leave her to search for my wayward mate. I can hear him speaking softly to Jimin and I pause, not wanting to ease-drop but not being able to help myself.
       "I can't do this Jimin...I'm doing all of this to keep you safe. Hyung promised to always protect you...."
      I open the door to see a teary eyes Seokjin kissing his younger brother's forehead. It's a sweet sight to behold. Maybe one day he'll greet me with such sweetness...
I clear my throat. "It's almost time, Little one. I have your suit being prepared. Any questions about the coming ceremony?" I ask, carefully.
He plays with his fingers, silent for too long. "Park Seokjin. Talk to me...what's wrong? Are you scared about today? Just think of it like any other. We don't have to make any major changes right now." I say, thinking to reassure him.
Unfortunately, my words only seem to sadden him more. "I never thought my wedding day would be as inconsequential as any other. I always thought marriage was something to be proud about..to feel special and have all eyes on you..." He release a deep heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, sir. Ignore me." He turns away from me. Sir?
"I'm sorry-I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. This is a special day and you are a special person-and don't call me sir. I'm about to be your partner, your mate. Call me alpha or my name, little one." I demand softly.
"Alpha." He whispers before getting up and pushing passed me to enter our bedroom. "I'd like to shower and get dressed alone before..." he trails off. "If that's ok."
I nod. "Alright. The small ceremony will begin in three hours in the backyard. We've invited just a few people. I'll meet you downstairs in an hour. Feel free to call for any maid if you need help." I tell him and he gives me a simple nod before closing the bathroom door firmly.
Something is definitely wrong but he's obviously not going to talk to me about it. Feeling quite unsettled, I push it away to deal with later and move to get ready myself.

Standing before the balcony overlooking the two hundred guests my father invited himself, I feel a little disconnected from this all. I hate weddings. Stupid, really. Especially in our world. Most of these people are humans and would never understand our ways.
For wares, marriage is almost the equivalent of mating but not quite. Not as strong. The only reason we even care about the wedding aspect is so that we can legally hold our claim to the other by human law. Other wares automatically know when to stay away from mated pairs but-humans? Stupid. Don't know when they're about to be slaughtered for their flirtations.
As I stare down at all the people, most whom I don't know or care to know, and others who hold little interest to me. My father flits around flirting with the maids and lonely female guests. Smh. Some things never change. My father used to be different but he changed when eomma died.
He became harder and uncaring. He sent me away at the age of 12 to live overseas alone as a human and learn the business to take over the CEO position. Only now that he's older and learned of his illness does he seem to soften towards me and wants me to be happy.
Happy. Stupid emotion. I was maybe happy once-when eomma was around. Maybe I become a little happy when I receive beautiful smiles from my little omega...it's hard to say. I don't understand the emotion much. All I know is cold business, pretense, and occasional affection. Strangely-however-other emotions just seem to come out of thin air when Park Seokjin is around. He makes me feel things I don't think I've ever felt-which makes it a little hard to place them.
I show him kindness. I show him restraint. I hide the pity and focus on making him happy. He deserves it. Such a pure soul as him should always be happy. I'm happy-I suppose-to be in a position where I can give him anything he wants. My original statement at the beginning still holds-such beauty deserves everything.
"Ready to be a husband and mate, my boy?" My father claps his hand over my shoulder.
I glare down at all the humans roaming around. "Appa-this is too much. Seokjin wil be very uncomfortable around so many strangers. I told you I wanted just a small ceremony." I shake my head.
He simply laughs. "Nonsense! All those people would have had my head if they did not receive an invite. I know you care nothing for them but humans are different than us, you know? They need this. They need to feel included. Just tolerate it please then you can leave with your mate to your honeymoon!" He cheers while I turn my glare on him.
"Appa! I told you we aren't having a honeymoon!"
He clicks his tongue. "Of course you are. You're newlyweds after all. No arguments! I've already booked your flights and had everything set up. You two will have a week of alone time. You're welcome." He winks.
I release an agitated sigh. "I told you-he's only 17. I will not touch him until I have to when his needing comes. We can't leave his brother anyway..."
He cuts me off. "I've got that covered as well. Yoongi has agreed reluctantly to watch over the house and that little omega. You know you can trust him. And about that age thing-we're wares. Not human. Age doesn't matter so much about that and you know that. Mates are mates." He sings and I roll my eyes at the silly arrogance of my father.
"He's not ready."
"Oh, I'm sure he will be. Aren't you some kind of sex god? At least that's what the women at my office keep forcing into my ears..really, son? At the office? Aish!" He shudders and I actually blush.
I clear my throat. "It's not the same. I've never been with a man. And he's still a child. I can't ignore that. It isn't right." I stifle my embarrassment to win the argument.
"He's not a child! He's a 17 year old omega! Its strange he hasn't started his needing yet anyway. Maybe it really does need a kick start. Just stop fighting me on this! I won't be around much longer and all I'm asking is to be able to see my little grandchild before I die." He levels the guilt trip at me.
I groan. "Appa! Don't talk like that! Isn't me taking over the business and all your loyal clients enough?"
"Ha! You were always going to do that. I want to see an heir before I die or I'll haunt you both for eternity! You think me annoying now-just wait until I have permanent free time as a spirit! It'll never stop...I'll always be there...watching and letting you know I'm watching..."
I shudder at the horrible thought. "Fine! We'll take your stupid honeymoon! Now leave me alone." I huff and he pecks my head before running off to flirt with Solar. Father like son I suppose.

Frowning, I turn away from all the noisy guests only to grow stock still from the sight before me. Park Seokjin-soon to be Kim Seokjin-walks down the stairs and his beauty literally hurts me.

A twinge in my chest makes me aware of the fact. My little omega. About to officially be mine, my mate. Bound to me and only me for life. The thought brings a little smile to my lips. He avoids all eyes admiring him as he stops right beside me. His eyes seem sad but determined when they meet mine. I hold out my hand for him.
"Ready to get this over with, little one?" I ignore the hoarseness in my voice.
Taking a deep breath, he gives me his hand. "Yes."