"Wake up the runt. I'm dropping you three have school in two hours" A dark haired man wearing an expensive suit and glasses looked unamused at his two children. Still dressed in their pajamas. 

Another male, who was just as handsome as the first, stood in the hallway sporting a blue silk pajama set and case of bed head. The girl was wearing a purple silk pajama set and had a toothbrush in , her hair just as messy as her brothers. The two looked to one another and telepathically conversed. 
"At the count of three?"

1... 2...3... The girl cheerfully re-entered the  bathroom after winning the impromptu game of KaiBaiBo.

"Wake up runt." Cha Inguk kicked Hakyeons bed impatiently. Already annoyed that he'd lost to his sister.
"Wake up you bastard!" Inguk kicked him so hard he fell off the other side with a hard thud.
", making me wake up this dirty runt first thing in the morning!" Inguk grumbled walking away and slamming the door behind him.

Only after left Inguk had left the room did Hakyeon get up off the carpeted floor, and go into his own bathroom to get ready. Not wanting to waste anyone's time, he quickly brushed his teeth and wash his face before looking in his closet full of designer items and choosing a simple white T-shirt with a black pair of jeans and red leather hiking boots.

Hakyeon POV

"Good morning Mother... Father." I bowed deeply in respect but my mother only sighed in annoyance at me before ignoring me the whole breakfast. Both her and my father kissed my siblings and handed them money while I hurriedly tried to leave the house before they could notice me longingly staring at them. As I was walking to the door with my shoes in hand to put on at the door my father met my eyes.

"Stop." I stopped dead in my tracks, turning aroud to look at him.
"Y- Yes father..." I timidly said to the imposing man standing at the end of the lavishly decorated glass table.
"Unless I say otherwise, From today onwards you will be driving with your brother and sister to school."

"DAD!" They both tried to complain that they didn't want me to be seen with them at all. To them I was just embarrassing.
"No negotiations possible. This is final so get in the car."
It was a quiet ride and I had plenty of space in the back of the car while my brother and sister choose to sit in the first fow of seats together in front of me. To say they disliked me was too weak of a description.

"Get out. Call the driver when you need to come back." My father simply said once we had arrived. My brother and sister got out of the car quickly, closing both doors before I even got a chance to move the seats up so that I can leave as well but as I was getting ready to go, father stopped me. Locking the doors And turning around to glare at me,
"Listen to me you runt. Behave in school, get better grades then everyone else. Do better then everyone else. Your last name is Cha and if you embarass us I swear to god I'll kill you personally. Got it?"
"Got It."

"Good. Go to class before the bell rings." I desperately ran away from him more than eager to start high school. Not because I enjoyed being a new student but because it was another opportunity to distance myself from my family.
I was used to these kinds of talks with my father. In grade school, he'd beat me severly if I didnt bring home A's. He stated that despite me being born useless I must never embarass the family. Meaning I had to work  harder then my siblings only to still earn his disapproval.

When I went into my first class the first thing that greeted me was a hard smack to the face. My class was made up of all girls. Yes, I was the only male out of all the Omegas born my age that year. Ofcourse there were male Omegas born after and even before me but they were not here. Typically family's took great care of their Omegas because they were beautiful and coveted and weaker. Invoking an inherent need to protect. I was ugly and despised, invoking a need to hit me. Because of this clear contrast in the way that I was treated, as opposed to the other Omega's it was very hard for me to make friends with anyone.

I ignored the girls standing near me, especially the one who loved to bully me since we were kids.
"Whats the point in being a Cha if your just a lowly Runt?" She snickered to her pack of friends. I went to my desk where the usual markings of 'DIE' and profanity were scribbled on my desk. Despite this being the start of a high school, and this being an entirely new building I was hardly surprised to see any of the things here. Especially the egg that was so nicely broken on my seat.

"Hakyeon? Are you not sitting in your seat?" The teacher eyed me as she walked in.
"...Yes..." I pulled out a napkin from my bag and hurriedly wiped the seat before sitting. I was used to my desk being destroyed. It always was. The teachers hardly cared. My parents didnt care one bit. I used to think, when I was younger, that my last name being Cha was an honor. Now I realize it was simply a curse.