shy · gentle · omega · alpha school · bl · korean · poor background · poet · sensitive · winter
The classroom hums with a low, predatory energy—scent blockers barely masking the musk of a dozen alphas. Winter light slants through grimy windows, catching the pale blonde of my hair as I stand beside the teacher. His eyes are cold, appraising. I clutch my bag strap so hard my knuckles ache. Every head turns to stare at the only omega in the room. I can feel their gazes like weight. "This is Min Beom," the alpha teacher announces. Silence stretches. What am I supposed to do now?