World Building Fun Fact:
Pups have very sensitive noses. They recognize their parents almost entirely by scent. The scent of their parents can be very calming, and even the most minor of changes to it can be very alarming.

The smell of strangers, especially aggressive strangers, can hurt a pup's sensitive nose.

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"Eomma. I wanna go to the park," Kookie asked, tugging at the skirt of the Omega's dress.

Eomma was getting dressed, putting on a pretty, flowy dress that was so long. It reached the floor, and Jungkook would drown in it if he tried to put it on. Eomma always had the prettiest dresses.

Eomma was very tall when he wore his heels, taller than all of the Alphas. Which was very tall. Everyone was scared of Eomma because he was so tall.

But, Eomma was putting on earrings, which always meant that he'd be going out. So he could take Kookie to the park.

"Can we go to the park?" the pup asked again, impatiently tugging on Eomma's dress. Eomma always said yes to him. Always.

"Aish," Eomma cooed, "Such a cute, little prince."

Eomma picked him up, settling him on his hip. Kookie wrapped his arms around Eomma, looking at the reflection in the mirror.

Eomma was so pretty. So, so pretty. A lot of kids at school said that their Eomma's were the prettiest, but Kookie knew they were lying.

Eomma was the prettiest Omega in the whole world. But he'd never tell Mommy or Mama that. Eomma had the prettiest eyes and the nicest skin, and he looked those models on the pretty magazines.

Warm hands ruffled his hair, and Kookie watched in the mirror as Eomma pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Eomma always did that. Eomma said Kookie had a cute forehead.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Eomma has a charity event. If you come with me, we can go to the park afterwards?"

The words were soft, warm, happy, but Kookie pouted, burrowing his face into Eomma's neck, smelling Eomma, Eomma, home, safe, safe, warm in the heavy smell of flowers.

It wasn't fair, Eomma always said yes.

"I wanna go now," he whined, insistently patting Eomma's shoulder.

Eomma laughed his squeaky laugh, "You'll have to ask someone else then, bunny, I'm sorry. Do you want to ask together?"

Kookie shook his head.
He was a big boy. He could ask by himself.

"Okay," Eomma pressed another kiss to his forehead, making him feel super warm and fuzzy, before setting him on the ground,

"Try Appa. He's going out today, too."

-

"Appa!" Kookie squealed, running into his Appa's room.

Appa really liked sleeping, and his other Mommies and Daddies could be a loud sometimes. So, Appa sometimes slept in his own room, instead of in the big bedroom with his other parents.

Appa said, Kookie and Appa were both special because they both had their own rooms. No one else had their own room.

Which was nice.

Kookie liked being special.

He was Eomma's Kookie, everyone had to be nice to him, because he was super special.

It was hard to climb up on Appa's bed, because it was so tall, but Kookie managed it. He pulled at the fluffy comforters and blankets, until he found his Appa underneath everything.

"Kookie?" Appa said softly.
Too soft. It was hard to hear him.

So, Kookie shouted, just to show Appa how loud he should talk. "APPA, YOU HAVE TO TALK LOUD."

"Yah!" Appa shouted, "Kookie! Don't act cute this early in the morning."
Kookie giggled. Appa was so silly. He wasn't acting cute. He was acting smart. But Appa could be dumb in the mornings, so Kookie didn't say anything.

"Appa I wanna go to the park."

Appa blinked sleepily, staring at Kookie for a second, snuffled, and then curled back into the sheets. Appa was like a cat. Sleepy and grumpy.

But he loved Kookie. And he'd want to take Kookie to the park. "Appa. Wake up," Kookie whined.

Appa quickly tugged Kookie into a big hug. Kookie squirmed, trying to get away but Appa was too strong. All of his Daddies were super strong, even if their eyes weren't yellow.

"Appa! No! I don't wanna sleep!" Kookie whined.

"Shushh" Appa whispered, wrapping his arms around Kookie and pulling him underneath the warm blankets, "Let's sleep for a little bit. I'll take you to the park in the afternoon."

It was so warm. Appa smelled like candles and marshmallows, and safe, warm, warm, sleep, sleep. But then, Kookie thought of the swings in the park. He could go so high on the swings. He wanted to go to the park.

"Appa. I don't want to sleep."

"How can my pup say this to me?" Appa asked, "I didn't raise you right."

"I'll tell Mommy you said that," Kookie threatened.

"No. No. Let's just sleep, okay?"

"Appa. Eomma said you were going out. I wanna go out, too. Let's go to the park," Kookie said, feeling like explained his points really well.

Appa blinked, still looking sleepy, "Out? Why would I have to- Oh! Shi- zam. Shazam. Appa forgot he had to go out. Kookie you'll have to ask someone else, okay? I'll bring lamb skewers home for dinner. Appa has to go to the hospital. Unless if you want to come with?"

All of a sudden, Appa looked wide awake. He was sitting up, rubbing at his eyes, and looking at the clock.

Kookie shivered. The hospital smelled horrible. It was full of old, wrinkly, scary people, and doctor's were very very scary when Mommies weren't with him. He'd only go to the hospital if his Mommies were with him.

"No, thank you."

Appa smiled at Kookie, a bright gummy smile, "My pup is so polite. Come here. Give Appa a hug."

Kookie giggled, clambering over to give Appa a hug.

"Ask Daddy, okay? They aren't doing much, today. And, don't tell Eomma that I just woke up. We'll both get in trouble."

Kookie's eyes grew wide, "I don't wanna get in trouble."

Appa laughed, ruffling Kookie's hair, "You're too cute, bun."

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Daddy and Papa were at the dining table. Or Papa was sitting at the dining table. Daddy was sitting in Papa's lap.

Papa smelled so good. He smelled like oranges, like orange popsicles and orange juice and starbursts and safe, happiness, joy.

Papa was smiling at Kookie, but that wasn't new. Papa was always smiling and laughing. He was Kookie's favorite Daddy to play games with.

"Papa! I wanna sit!" Kookie squealed, wanting to sit in Papa's lap like Daddy was.

Almost immediately, Papa shoved Daddy off his lap. Daddy fell to the ground with a loud 'oof', but Papa didn't care, making grabby hands at Kookie.

"Come here, bunny! Of course you can sit!" Papa cooed, lifting Kookie right off the floor, and setting him firmly in his lap.

"Wow. My mate. So kind and caring, hm?" Daddy said, slowly getting back up, brushing the dust off his pants.

Papa rolled his eyes, "What are you talking about? You fell. Namjoon-ah, don't blame me for your clumsiness."

Daddy huffed, before taking another seat at the large dining table.

Daddy was the Alpha boss of the family, but he wasn't scary like other pack Alphas. Daddy wasn't big, he was smart. Daddy smelled like Christmas candies and calm, warm, calm. So, Kookie didn't really pay attention to Daddy pouting- he wasn't scary.

Kookie just smiled, snuggling further into his Papa's lap.

Papa was giving Kookie a pretty heart-shaped smile, as he pinched the pup's cheeks. "Wah! You look so cute this morning! Are you sure you're my Kookie?" Kookie frowned.

"Papa don't act dumb," he said, fingers fisting in Papa's clothes, "Appa said you'll get stuck like that."

From behind him, Daddy corrected him, "That's for expressions, Kookie. Not for acting. And no matter what, you won't actually get stuck like that. Appa just wants to scare you so you'll stop."

Jungkook's mouth dropped open, and he turned around so that he could he could look at him. "Really?"

Daddy smiled, and nodded. "Who's smarter? Me or your Appa?" Kookie paused.

"You."

"So then I'm right, aren't I?" Daddy asked.

Kookie nodded, biting his lip. That sounded right.

"So, what are you doing running around this early, Jungkookie?"

Oh. Right.

"I wanna go to the park."

Daddy blinked.

"Okay, bun."

"I wanna go right now."

"Okay, bun."

Jungkook smiled. That was easier than he thought it would be.

"Me and Hoseok are going on rounds today, though, so if we take you to the park, you'll have to come with us."

He knew it was too easy.

"Daddy rounds are so boringgggg," Jungkook whined, "All you do is yell at people. And Papa smells angry, and no one pays any attention to me."

He hated rounds. He hated being stuck in the car. It was fun watching Daddy and Appa kill people. But, they didn't kill people on rounds, only yelled. Rounds were boring.

Daddy grinned, "We'll do a little more than yell at people this time. Someone broke a rule."

Kookie paused. That sounds interesting. Daddy never actually hurts anyone. Daddy was too soft. He always smelled like sweet candy canes. That was usually one of his Mommies.

"Can you hurt Miranda?" he asked, because that was the only thing that would make all the waiting worth it.

Papa laughed from behind him, "Sorry, bun. Daddy's too soft to whack a five-year old. No matter how many times she asks to play with you."

"But... She's so annoying. I don't wanna play cars. They're so ugly. Dolls are so much better. And their heads come off."

"Sorry, Bunny. We'll never invite her over to a party again, promise." "Pinky promise?"

Daddy smiled, showing Jungkook his dimples. Jungkook smiled back, showing his matching dimples.

-
The only people left were Mama and Mommy. Which was good.

Mommy was the nicest Mommy in the whole world. He always listens to Kookie. He has pink hair and loves hugs, and smells like candy and cuddles. Mommy always gave him hugs and kisses and Mommy was so nice.

And Mama was the funnest Mama ever. He smelled like love and forever. He liked going to the park even more than Kookie did. Mama had the nicest voice, and would always take lots of pictures of Kookie. Mama could do accents and had the coolest clothes.

So, Kookie went to the big bedroom, where Mommy and Mama were sleeping.

And he was just about the open the door before his nose tickled.

He sniffed again.

Mama and Mommy smelled bitter. Not really really bitter, but just a little. It was the kind of bitter that made his nose scrunch.

He knows the smell. His Mommies were sick.

Bitter always meant that his Mommies were going to start super feeling tired and extra hot soon, just like how Kookie felt when he got a fever.

Eomma says that Kookie was really sensitive to smells, so Kookie was probably the only one that knows.

Which was why Eomma, and Daddy, and Papa, and Appa were all leaving. Because they didn't know. So, Mama and Mommy would have to take care of themselves all day long.

Kookie couldn't make Mama and Mommy take him to the park when they had a fever. He wanted to help, not give them more work.

But what could he do?

So Kookie decided: He was a brave boy, and he'd take himself to the park.