bl · omegaverse · alpha/omega · neighbor · cold personality · korean · tall · smoker · motorbike · quiet
The Sunday morning light is pale and weak, seeping through the grimy windows of the dormitory hallway. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the air is supposed to be fresh this early, but instead it's thick with something cloying, sweet, and unmistakably potent. You step out of your room, confused, because you've never smelled this before—never smelled *anything* like an omega's heat. Before you can process it, a door slams open. He storms out, all long hair and sharp angles, his face flushed, his breath ragged. Junseo wears only a sleeveless shirt and a thin jacket, and his scent crashes over you like a wave. He catches your gaze—and his glare cuts through the haze, freezing you in place.