Chapter Text
If I'm crazy, I'm on my own
If I'm waitin', it's on my throne
If I sound lazy, just ignore my tone
'Cause I'm always gonna answer when you call my phone
Like, what's up, danger?
Can't stop me now
I said, "I got you now"
I'm right here at your door
I won't leave, I want more
What's up, danger?
Yeah, what's up, danger?
F̵l̵i̵r̵t̵i̵n̵g̵ Fighting
To Alphas, Omegas are tiny, whiny and sensitive creatures. Something they must protect at all costs. A reason to keep going, a reason to fight, a reason to be strong. Nothing more. Of course, they fulfill other roles in society. Beyond being able to give birth to pups and care for them, they also know about medicine.
They are the primary nurses, sometimes doctors (although it's better if it's an Alpha) and they do it very well! It's part of their caring nature, full of nurturing and understanding. Alphas can't be nurses, nor can they be alone with patients. How could they? They've been the caste of impatience.
No, waiting and being empathetic are Omega traits. Everyone knows that.
The order is as simple as this: Defense Sector for the Alphas. They are taught to defend themselves, to be good politicians, to be good providers. Everything that helps them be the strong ones in this society. Just like the head. The most powerful pillar.
The Agriculture Sector. It has a place for Alphas, but it's essentially for Betas. Following the Alphas' orders and keeping their needs met. Commanded by others with superior instincts and thinking. Betas are irrelevant.
The last sector is healthcare. The place Omegas go par excellence. There they learn how to treat wounds, understand their own bodies and those of others, trained to be good Omegas. Most importantly, they are instructed in their marital duties. No Alpha, if they want an Omega, would fail to expect them to have completed their training in the healthcare sector. That ensures they are a good match. They will know what to do.
With this clearly defined and specific structure, the surprise of everyone in the defense sector is understandable. It's the only reaction one could expect from them: mouths agape, eyes wide like an exaggerated caricature and murmurs without restraint. The reason is nothing other than something unheard of. Something that had never happened in the many years of this order:
There's an Omega in the Defense Sector.
He's young, with a slightly childlike and innocent air about him, as well as in his face. His cheeks are chubby and youthful, unlike those of an Omega over twenty-two, an age by which they should already be married. He has coppery, almost reddish hair, a large red mark on his temple and wears the Defense Sector uniform.
One that looks ridiculous on him. Enormous, clumsy and outlandish are the best ways to describe it. It doesn't suit him and his conceited expression is also out of place. It provokes irritation, mockery and general hostility from everyone there for being an Omega without an Alpha. How dare he make that face in front of them all?
Those who will eventually be responsible for his safety.
How dare he?
The more irritation there is in the air, the less attentive the Omega in question is. He walks at his own pace, behind the base's commander-in-chief, who speaks to him and shows him some of the space and the doors to the different training rooms. Finally, they enter the office and those who were paying attention peek inside. They accomplish nothing, for the commander opened the door, looking at them all with annoyance:
"Have you all finished your training? Get out of here and get back to your duties!"
The group of Alphas scattered. Some headed to the shooting range, others to the muscle-strengthening training room, some to bladed weapon practice and still others to bomb disposal. The commander closed the door after verifying that they were training properly.
"I'm sorry. You're the biggest anomaly we've ever had here. They're a little... curious," he said gently, smiling tensely. He took his place at his desk and interlaced his fingers. "So, Yeosang... Do you have any questions?"
The Omega pursed his lips slightly, looking around. The office wasn't just enormous; it was also filled with titles, medals and framed photos; it was a bit cluttered. The Alpha's scent permeated the place perfectly. He stared for a moment at the plaque on the desk: Commander Kim Hong-Joong.
He gave a small snort. Everything here reeks of Alpha. It doesn't bother him; it just never has been like this before.
And he wasn't bitten on the way here! He knew his classmates were exaggerating when they said he'd be raped the moment he set foot here. It's perfectly fine! And they don't hate him. At least, that's how it seems. Everything is fine.
"When am I supposed to start...? Commander Seonghwa didn't tell me who was going to train me. Just that you were going to give me a tour." The man shakes his head. "I don't think anyone wanted to train me. Everyone here said an Omega shouldn't be in this sector." He rubs his nose, uneasy. Not because of the people, but because he doesn't have a superior or anyone to explain what to do.
After all, he's not supposed to be here. He had Commander Seonghwa, the head of the medical sector branch. He's a doctor, but he was in the field and earned the title of commander through sheer hard work. Everyone knows that, not so much about how he got the title.
The only certainty is that he does look like a commander: he's incredibly intimidating. He speaks like a soldier, not a scholar. Having him on his side was the only thing that got Yeosang into this office, wearing this uniform, with the possibility of becoming a soldier.
No Omega has ever achieved anything like this.
He could be the first.
If he even gets trained to begin with.
"After discussing it with Dr. Seonghwa, we concluded that the best course of action is for me to train you, but that means you'll be with the rest of my current squad," Hongjoong explains with a kind smile. Yeosang is distracted by his hair. Slicked back, slightly long. It's obvious he's a high-ranking officer. Otherwise, it would be the same military cut as everyone else. "So, after the two weeks of preparation, you'll have to train with them… Any problem?"
"No."
"I thought you might be a little scared," Hongjoong remarks, leaning back in his chair and shifting lightly from side to side. "You're the only Omega in this building. The only one who will do such rigorous training… Usually, one would be at least a little uneasy.”
“I’m fine,” Yeosang says, shrugging, lost in thought. “This is what I want to do, so… I’m just really happy I made it.” He smiles gently and Hongjoong returns the gesture.
“I’m glad you’re enthusiastic. The first lesson I can give you is that if you decide to do it, even if it takes a long time, you’ll achieve it. You’re already here, so you’re one step closer to that aspiration.” Yeosang nods excitedly, standing up and giving a military salute. Hongjoong does the same.
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His dorm room is a single room in a building almost twenty minutes away. So he has to run to get to the training building. It’s the central building for the entire faculty. Enormous and focused on the three primary factors of society. Yeosang would like to stay in the regular dorm, but he was warned that would only happen once he joined a pack.
That way, he could rest easy. They wouldn't try to mistreat him, abuse him, or even kill him. The reactions to his arrival weren't good. He realized this much later, during an introduction at the end of the day.
It doesn't worry him. He didn't come here to be liked by everyone, at most, by those who will be on his team. The rest can keep hating him if they want.
Yeosang managed to send Wooyoung a couple of messages about the place, the smells, the people. With his friend's effusiveness and his tendency to fall in love easily, he created silly, fantastical images.
Yeosang has never been able to really understand him. For as long as Yeosang can remember, he's been a "weird Omega." He doesn't care about Alphas, he doesn't care about dressing well, he doesn't care about grooming. He barely takes enough care of himself to avoid being a mess, but what about the rest? It's not much different from the Alphas he encounters on his way to training.
He arrives on time and from that day forward, he feels every muscle in his body ache, begging to stop. His mind and spirit are against it: he can do it. It will be hard and he sweats more than he breathes, but it won't be in vain.
For two weeks, it was instructions, intensive physical training, specific details about the weaponry.
Hongjoong was very kind throughout the process, though not merciful. He would occasionally yell at him and even force him to continue when Yeosang thought he couldn't go on. Even so, he didn't show any particular repulsion or disdain. He's his superior and he has to obey. That's all he thinks about in those moments. He also ignores those who watch, those who try to distract him from what he's doing…
Tough luck! Yeosang doesn't get distracted by his surroundings when he's focused on something.
Before anyone could realize it, the hand-to-hand combat training began. He starts by sparring with the beginners, just like him and to everyone's horror… he throws them down!
"How can an Omega throw you?!" exclaims the friend of the one lying on the ground. Yeosang twists the Alpha's arm a little more. Hongjoong whistles, arms crossed.
"Yeosang wins… again," Hongjoong laughs. "Looks like none of you can handle him." He jokes and the recruits look incredibly irritated, offended. Hongjoong takes off his boots and jacket. He stands in front of Yeosang, who stretches out his arms and shrugs his shoulders.
Both are in position before starting the short spar. One that doesn't last too long, but it lasts longer than usual. Yeosang ends up sprawled on the floor, his head bouncing from the impact. He lets out a pained groan.
"All strength, no technique. I'll let you off the hook this month, but to train with the rest of my group, you have to take me out of the circle or knock me down," he warns, twisting Yeosang's arm slightly. Yeosang tries to break free. "So... keep practicing. You have plenty of others to practice with." He releases him and shakes his hands. He looks around. "What? Did you all get scared? AREN'T YOU ALPHAS?! I WANT ALL OF YOU TRAINING NOW UNTIL YOU CAN'T BREATH!" Yeosang lands face down on the floor, letting out a snort.