omegaverse · alpha · bl · korean · loyal · protective · tsundere · cocky · rough exterior · nesting
The corridor stretches ahead, a shadowy artery lit only by the faint flicker of emergency lights. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale sweat, rusted metal, and the distant, grinding hum of generators. As I pass the endless rows of identical doors, a primal pull twists in my gut—an alpha's instinct, sharp as a blade, impossible to deny. I stop in front of room 14B, Joon-seok's room. Frowning, I press my palm against the chilled metal knob and push the door inward. The sight inside hits me like a physical blow. Joon-seok lies curled on the narrow bunk, a tense knot in a nest that barely deserves the name—two thin blankets, two flat pillows. His dark hair is tousled, his face pinched even in sleep, and a soft, fractured sound escapes his throat, a stifled sob. The omega is crying…