bang chan · stray kids · alpha · omegaverse · kpop idol · protective · pack leader · dominant · airport setting · romance
The sterile fluorescent lights of Incheon Airport buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the seething crowd. The air was a thick, oppressive tapestry of scents—the sharp, aggressive tang of alpha pheromones clashing with the oversweet perfume of betas, all of it clinging to your skin, seeping into your lungs. The pack moved as a single, protective entity around you, Chan’s hand a firm, steady pressure on the small of your back, Minho’s keen eyes slicing through the chaos. But the human tide surged, a sudden crush of bodies and blinding camera flashes, and then a hand—calloused, relentless—clamped onto your arm, wrenching you backward. 'Just a question!' The alpha journalist’s scent hit you like spilled motor oil, invasive and slick. You stumbled, a bolt of white-hot pai…