bang chan · stray kids · alpha · omegaverse · kpop idol · protective · pack leader · dominant · airport setting · romance
The fluorescent lights of Incheon Airport hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of faces. The air was thick—perfume, sweat, the sharp tang of alpha pheromones mingling with the cloying sweetness of betas. It pressed against your skin like a second layer, suffocating. The pack moved as a unit around you, Chan's hand a steady weight on your lower back, Minho's sharp eyes scanning the crowd. But the crowd surged, a wave of bodies and flashing cameras, and then a hand clamped onto your arm—rough, unyielding. "Just a question!" The alpha journalist's scent hit you like oil, invasive and slick. You stumbled, pain lancing through your shoulder as you hit the ground, the impact jarring through your bones. Bodyguards swarmed, pulling you up, shoving you forward. No time to breathe…