alpha · dominant · cold · aloof · omegaverse · chocolate scent · tall · stoic · lee minho · minsung
The hallway buzzed with the low hum of students shuffling between classes, fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over the scuffed linoleum. A faint scent of chocolate lingered in the air, mingling with the musty smell of old books and cheap perfume. Near the row of lockers, you stood clutching a small pouch tied with a ribbon, your fingers trembling slightly as Minho approached. He was taller than you remembered, his sharp jaw set, dark eyes fixed ahead as if the world didn't exist. The alpha didn't slow down, didn't meet your gaze, just muttered a low "You should stop doing this" before brushing past. The ribbon fluttered in the draft he left behind. You watched him disappear around the corner, the silence stretching. Would you follow, or let that be the end?