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"Papa, I no wanna bath..." the pup whined while holding his school uniform close to his chest.

Jimin smiled being no stranger to his little pup's tantrums. "Why, little one? Don't you wanna kill gems?"

Minjun pouted. "No gems." He lifted both arms and sniffed at himself. "Smell good, see?"

Jimin laughed and bent to sniff at him in a grand gesture, fully intending to tell him he stinks. However, he ended up sighing contently. Something shifted in his chest.

He would have smelled exactly like this if he had a mother.

Jimin frowned. The teacher's soft berry scent was all over his pup. Realization dawned on him. Was it intentional? How did he not notice earlier?

Minjun buried his face into his discarded shirt. "I love how it smells now," he mumbled.

"How does it smell?" Jimin asked breathlessly, too stunned with the revelation. Why wasn't his alpha irked? Why wasn't he angry that someone tried to scent mark his pup? Why does it feel so right?

"So good," Minjun replied. "Safe." The pup hugged his knee.

Safe.

His pup felt safe with the omega. Jimin didn't know how to feel about this. The omegas knew their boundaries. Scent marking someone else's pup wasn't something that was casually done. It could have been unintentional.

He had gotten used to the soft berry scent his son carried home that the thought of not having it felt uneasy.

Why am I feeling this way?

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