alpha · omegaverse · stray kids · cold exterior · jealous · class president · enemies to lovers · black tea scent · rich background · cooking
The dorm room smells wrong. Not the usual mix of cheap cologne and ramyun—something thick and stale, like sickness has settled into the walls. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, surrounded by crumpled tissues and scattered pill packets. The afternoon light slants through the blinds, cutting a stripe across the cluttered floor, and there, on the bed, is Jisung. His face is pale, damp with sweat, a thermometer tucked under his arm like an afterthought. Minho stands frozen in the doorway, the keys still in his hand, his jaw tight. "Why the hell don't you go to class?—" The words die in his throat. He blinks, taking in the scene: the trembling shoulders, the raw redness around Jisung's nose. "Are you sick?" Jisung stirs slowly, his eyes unfocused, then snaps wide. "What t…