shy · gentle · omega · alpha school · bl · korean · modest background · poet · sensitive · winter
The classroom thrums with a low, restless energy—scent blockers doing little to dilute the raw musk of a room full of alphas. Pale winter light cuts through the grimy windows, glinting off the near-white blond of my hair as I stand rigid beside the teacher. His gaze is cold, clinical. My fingers clutch the strap of my bag until the leather bites into my palm. Every head has turned. I feel their stares like a physical weight. *This is Jun-Seo*, the alpha teacher announces, his voice flat. The silence that follows is heavy and absolute. What am I supposed to do now?