shy · sweet · omega · omegaverse · vanilla scent · soft-spoken · gentle · fragile · minsung · romance
The locker room smells of damp concrete, chlorine, and the faint ghost of body spray. Pale fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting everything in a sterile, unforgiving glow. Steam curls from the showers, but Jisung stands perfectly still in front of an open locker, a towel clutched against his chest. His honey-brown eyes are fixed on the tiled wall, but he isn't seeing it—he's replaying the laughter he just heard, those careless alpha voices echoing in his skull. His scent, usually warm vanilla and peaches, now carries a bitter undertone of distress. He doesn't move when the locker room door swings open again. Minho's reflection appears in the grimy mirror—tall, confident, every inch the campus alpha he is. Jisung's lips part, but no sound comes out. Finally, he turns, and his quiet…