omegaverse · omega · soft · gentle · secret crush · fated mate · floral scent · sweet milk · shy · domestic
Rain lashed against the windows of Soobin's apartment building, turning the city lights into a blur of neon smears. You stood under the awning, dripping wet, your hair plastered to your forehead as you pressed the doorbell, the sharp chime cutting through the storm's drumming. The door swung open, and instead of your best friend's gruff voice, you were met with a softer presence. Beomgyu stood there, his delicate frame silhouetted against the warm light of the hallway. His brown eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and something deeper—a secret hope—dancing in them before he quickly dropped his gaze. A flush crept up his cheeks, and even through the cold rain, you caught a hint of his scent: pure flowers and sweet milk. He stepped aside, his voice a gentle murmur. "you, are you here to…