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The wind rushed past them like a living thing, wild and free, as the motorcycle tore through the night. Seonghwa pressed himself against Hongjoong's back, his arms wrapped tightly around the alpha's waist, his heart pounding with exhilaration and fear in equal measure. The world blurred around them—streetlights became streaks of gold, buildings melted into shadows, and the cool night air carried the mingled scents of cedarwood and strawberry into the darkness.
Seonghwa had never felt anything like this. The freedom, the speed, the sheer recklessness of it all—it was intoxicating. For the first time in his life, he wasn't Park Seonghwa, the principal's son, the perfect student, the obedient omega. He was just Seonghwa, a boy on the back of a motorcycle, holding onto someone who made his heart sing.
Hongjoong drove with confidence, his body relaxed and familiar with the machine beneath him. He took turns smoothly, accelerating on straight stretches, and Seonghwa found himself laughing—actually laughing—as the wind whipped tears from his eyes.
"Where are we going?" Seonghwa shouted over the roar of the engine.
"You'll see!" Hongjoong called back, his voice filled with warmth and excitement. "Just hold on!"
They left the city behind, the buildings giving way to trees and open fields. The road twisted upward, climbing a hill that seemed to reach toward the sky. And then, suddenly, Hongjoong slowed the motorcycle and pulled to a stop.
Seonghwa looked up and gasped.
They were on top of a hill, the highest point for miles around. Below them, the city sprawled like a carpet of glittering lights, a sea of gold and silver that stretched to the horizon. But above them—above them was something even more magnificent.
The sky was alive with stars.
Millions of them, scattered across the darkness like diamonds on velvet. They pulsed and shimmered, some bright and bold, others faint and delicate, and Seonghwa felt his breath catch in his throat. He had never seen so many stars. In the city, the lights drowned them out, but here, on this hill, they reigned supreme.
"It's beautiful," Seonghwa whispered, his voice filled with wonder. His strawberry scent softened, becoming sweeter, more open.
Hongjoong swung off the motorcycle and helped Seonghwa down, his hands lingering on the omega's waist. "I come here when I need to think," he said softly. "When I need to remember that there's more to the world than just... everything else."
Seonghwa looked at him, his eyes shining. "Thank you for bringing me here."
Hongjoong smiled, and in the starlight, his features seemed softer, younger. "I wanted to show you something beautiful. Something that would make you forget all the horrible things people said today."
Seonghwa's heart swelled. He turned back to the sky, tilting his head back to take in the full majesty of it. "I've never seen so many stars."
"Look," Hongjoong said, stepping closer and pointing upward. "See that cluster there? That's the Pleiades. And over there—" He traced a line in the sky. "That's Orion. You can see his belt."
Seonghwa followed his finger, his eyes wide with wonder. "How do you know all of this?"
Hongjoong shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I used to spend a lot of time looking up. When things got hard at home, I'd come here and just... stare. It made me feel small. But in a good way. Like my problems weren't so big after all."
Seonghwa understood that feeling. He had felt so small for so long, crushed under the weight of his mother's expectations. But standing here, under this vast sky, he felt something different. He felt like he was part of something bigger, something beautiful.
"Hongjoong," he said softly.
"Mm?"
Seonghwa turned to face him. "Thank you. For tonight. For... everything."
Hongjoong's eyes met his, and in the starlight, they seemed to hold the entire universe. "Seonghwa," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you know what I see when I look at you?"
Seonghwa shook his head, his heart pounding.
"I see stars." Hongjoong reached out, his fingers brushing gently against Seonghwa's cheek. "I see stars in your eyes. They shine brighter than anything up there."
Seonghwa's breath caught. His strawberry scent bloomed with emotion—joy, hope, love. "Joong..."
Hongjoong's eyes widened slightly. "What did you call me?"
Seonghwa blushed, suddenly shy. "Joong. If that's okay. I just—"
"It's more than okay." Hongjoong's smile was radiant, his cedar scent warming with happiness. "I love it. I love when you say my name."
Seonghwa's heart soared. "Joongie," he repeated, testing the name on his tongue. It felt right. It felt like home.
Hongjoong stepped closer, his hand still resting on Seonghwa's cheek. His thumb traced a gentle arc across the omega's skin. "Seonghwa," he murmured. "There's something I need to ask you."
Seonghwa's heart raced. "What is it?"
Hongjoong took a deep breath, his cedar scent flickering with nervousness. "I know things are complicated. I know your mother hates me, and I know there are rumors, and I know... I know I'm not perfect." He laughed softly, a little self-deprecating. "I'm probably the worst choice you could make."
"Hongjoong—"
"Let me finish." Hongjoong's eyes were earnest, vulnerable. "I know all of that. But I also know that when I'm with you, I feel like I can breathe. I feel like the world makes sense. And I know... I know that I want to be with you. Not just as friends. Not just as... whatever we are now. I want to be your boyfriend, Seonghwa. I want to hold your hand and bring you strawberry cake and take you on motorcycle rides under the stars. I want to be the person who makes you smile."
Seonghwa's eyes filled with tears. "Joongie..."
"So I'm asking you." Hongjoong's voice was soft, hopeful, trembling just slightly. "Will you be my boyfriend? Will you let me try to make you happy?"
The words hung in the air, shimmering like the stars above them. Seonghwa felt his heart burst with joy, his strawberry scent exploding with happiness. He had dreamed of this moment, hoped for it, wished for it with every fiber of his being. And now it was here.
"Yes," he breathed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Yes, Joongie. Yes."
Hongjoong's face lit up with a smile so bright it rivaled the stars. "Really?"
"Really." Seonghwa laughed, a sound of pure, unbridled joy. "I want to be with you too. I've wanted it for so long."
Hongjoong pulled him close, his arms wrapping around Seonghwa's waist. "You have no idea how happy you just made me," he whispered against Seonghwa's ear.
"I think I have some idea," Seonghwa whispered back, his arms looping around Hongjoong's neck.
And then Hongjoong kissed him.
It wasn't like the gentle, fleeting kiss on the forehead, or the soft, brief kiss on the check earlier. This was different. This was a real kiss, deep and passionate, filled with all the longing and hope and love they had been holding back. His first kiss ,their first kiss.Hongjoong's lips moved against Seonghwa's, soft and insistent, and Seonghwa melted into him, his omega happy .
Their scents swirled together—cedarwood and strawberry—intertwining in perfect harmony. The kiss tasted like sweetness and promise, like a future they could build together. Seonghwa's fingers tangled in Hongjoong's hair, pulling him closer, and Hongjoong's hands gripped his waist, holding him as if he never wanted to let go.
When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting together.
"Wow," Seonghwa whispered, his voice trembling.
"Yeah," Hongjoong agreed, his voice equally shaky. "Wow."
Seonghwa laughed, a happy, giddy sound. "Joongie."
"hwa." Hongjoong pressed another soft kiss to his lips, then another, and another. "My Star."
"Your Star ," Seonghwa repeated, the words feeling like a promise. "I like the sound of that."
They stayed on the hill for hours, wrapped in each other's arms, watching the stars wheel overhead. They talked about everything and nothing—their dreams, their fears, their hopes for the future. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, Hongjoong finally helped Seonghwa back onto the motorcycle.
"I'll take you home," he said softly. "Before anyone notices you're gone."
Seonghwa nodded, his heart heavy at the thought of leaving. But as they rode back through the waking city, he pressed himself against Hongjoong's back and smiled.
He was Seonghwa, and he was in love. And for the first time in his life, that felt like enough.
---
Meanwhile, at the school library, the evening had taken an unexpected turn.
Wooyoung had come to the library to study—or at least, that had been the plan. He had found a quiet corner, a comfortable chair, and a book that had looked interesting. But somewhere between page ten and page fifty, his eyes had grown heavy, and before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.
He woke with a start, disoriented and confused. The library was dark, the only light coming from a single lamp at the front desk. He blinked, trying to remember where he was, and then his eyes landed on a figure sitting at the next table.
Jung Yunho.
The beta was bent over a book, his golden retriever energy soft and focused in the dim light. His scent was warm and comforting, like fresh laundry and sunshine, and Wooyoung felt his heart skip a beat.
"Y-Yunho?" he squeaked, immediately mortified by his voice.
Yunho looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wooyoung? What are you doing here?"
"I fell asleep," Wooyoung admitted, his cheeks flushing. His lemongrass scent spiked with embarrassment. "What time is it?"
Yunho checked his watch. "Almost midnight."
"MIDNIGHT ?!" Wooyoung scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. "The library closes at nine! We're locked in!"
Yunho blinked, looking around the darkened library. "Oh. I guess I lost track of time. I was reading, and I just..."
"Lost track of time," Wooyoung finished, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I do that too."
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. Wooyoung's heart was pounding so loudly he was sure Yunho could hear it. He tried to calm himself, to remember how to breathe, but it was impossible. Yunho was right there, tall and handsome and smelling like sunshine, and Wooyoung was trapped in a library with him.
"Do you think anyone will come to let us out?" Yunho asked, his voice calm and easy.
Wooyoung shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. "Probably not until morning. The janitor comes at six."
"So we're stuck here until six."
"Looks like it."
Yunho smiled, and Wooyoung's heart did a little flip. "Well," the beta said, settling back into his chair. "At least we have good company."
Wooyoung's face exploded with heat. "I— you— we—"
Yunho laughed softly. "Relax, Wooyoung. It's just me."
Just me, Wooyoung thought hysterically. Just the person I've been crushing on for months. No big deal.
He sat down across from Yunho, his legs feeling like jelly. "What were you reading?" he asked, desperate for conversation.
Yunho held up the book. "It's a fantasy novel. About a kingdom where everyone has magical abilities, but they're all dying out."
"That sounds interesting."
"It is. There's this one character, a prince, who's hiding his powers because the king thinks magic is evil. And he falls in love with a commoner who has no powers at all." Yunho's eyes lit up as he talked. "It's really romantic."
Wooyoung's heart soared. "I love romance."
"Me too." Yunho smiled, and Wooyoung felt like he was melting. "Do you read a lot?"
"Whenever I can. Though I usually end up falling asleep, like tonight."
Yunho laughed, and the sound was like music. "That's okay. It means you're comfortable."
They talked for hours, the conversation flowing easily between them. Wooyoung discovered that Yunho was funny and kind, passionate about books and music, and surprisingly shy for someone so tall. And Yunho discovered that Wooyoung was smart and sweet, full of energy and enthusiasm, and had the most adorable laugh.
As the night wore on, Wooyoung's exhaustion began to catch up with him. His eyelids grew heavy, and his words became slower, more slurred. He tried to fight it, but his body refused to cooperate.
"Wooyoung?" Yunho's voice was soft, concerned. "You look tired."
"I'm fine," Wooyoung mumbled, but even he didn't believe it.
"Come here." Yunho shifted, patting his shoulder. "You can rest. I'll wake you when the janitor comes."
Wooyoung hesitated for only a moment. Then, too tired to argue, he leaned over and rested his head on Yunho's shoulder. The beta's scent enveloped him—warm, comforting, like sunshine and safety. Wooyoung felt his body relax, his breathing evening out.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
"Anytime," Yunho whispered back.
And Wooyoung drifted off to sleep, his lemongrass scent calming, his heart full of warmth. He felt Yunho's arm wrap around him gently, holding him steady, and he smiled in his sleep.
When the janitor finally unlocked the doors at six in the morning, Wooyoung woke slowly, his head still resting on Yunho's shoulder. He blinked, disoriented, and then realized where he was.
He had fallen asleep on Yunho. Yunho had held him all night.
Wooyoung's face flushed bright red. "I— I'm so sorry—"
"Don't be." Yunho's voice was soft, his smile gentle. "You needed the rest."
Wooyoung scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. "I should— I have to go—"
"Wooyoung." Yunho stood up, his hand reaching out to touch Wooyoung's arm. "I had a really good time tonight. Even if we were technically trapped."
Wooyoung's heart soared. "Me too."
"Maybe we could do it again sometime?" Yunho's ears turned pink. "Without the being trapped part, I mean."
Wooyoung grinned so wide his cheeks hurt. "I'd like that."
And as they parted ways, Wooyoung couldn't stop smiling. He had fallen asleep on Yunho's shoulder. Yunho had held him. And Yunho wanted to see him again.
It was the best night of his life.
---
The next morning, Seonghwa floated through the school hallways on a cloud of happiness. His strawberry scent was bright and sweet, impossible to miss, and his smile was so wide it seemed to illuminate everything around him.
Wooyoung noticed immediately. "Seonghwa! What happened to you? You look like you just won the lottery!"
"Better," Seonghwa said, his voice dreamy. "Hongjoong asked me to be his boyfriend. And I said yes."
Wooyoung gasped so loudly that several students turned to look. "WHAT?!"
"We kissed," Seonghwa continued, his cheeks flushing with joy. "Under the stars. He took me to a hill on his motorcycle, and he said I have stars in my eyes, and he asked me to be his boyfriend, and I said yes, and we kissed, and—"
"SEONGHWA!" Wooyoung grabbed his shoulders, shaking him gently. "This is HUGE! This is AMAZING! I'm so happy for you!"
Yeosang appeared beside them, his vanilla scent warm with happiness. "I heard. Congratulations, Seonghwa."
Seonghwa beamed. "Thank you. I still can't believe it happened."
Mingi bounded over, his coffee scent bright with curiosity. "What's all the commotion about?"
"Seonghwa and Hongjoong are dating!" Wooyoung announced.
Mingi's eyes widened. "No way! That's incredible!"
"I know!" Seonghwa laughed, his strawberry scent blooming with joy. "I'm so happy, I feel like I'm floating."
Wooyoung smiled, then a thought struck him. "Speaking of floating... I had an interesting night too."
Mingi raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Wooyoung's cheeks flushed. "I fell asleep in the library, and I got locked in with Yunho. We talked all night. And then..." He paused, his face growing even redder. "I fell asleep on his shoulder. And he held me. And when we left, he said he wanted to see me again."
Mingi's eyes widened with delight. "Wooyoung! You spent the night with your crush? And he held you?"
"It wasn't like that! We just talked! And then I fell asleep, and he was just being nice—"
"Sure, sure." Mingi waggled his eyebrows. "That's what they all say."
Wooyoung threw a punch at him, but he was grinning. "Whatever. It was nice. Really nice."
Seonghwa squeezed his friend's hand. "I'm happy for you, Wooyoung."
"Thanks," Wooyoung said softly. "Maybe there's hope for all of us."
---
Across the school, Principal Park sat in her office, staring at a piece of paper.
It was an application form for an international mathematics competition. Students from all over the world would be participating, and Seonghwa's scores had placed him in the top percentile. He was eligible to compete.
She had already filled out the form, signed it, and sealed it in an envelope. It was just a matter of sending it off, this will be they ticket for seonghwa to enter an excellent university,he will be present in front of many important person,his career will be excellent.
Seonghwa would be proud. He would feel accomplished. He would have something to focus on besides... distractions.
Principal Park's jaw tightened. She thought of Kim Hongjoong, of the rumors spreading through the school. She thought of her son's bright smile, his defiant words, his determination to be happy.Park Mihyeon was not stupid. She had seen lovesick eyes before — she had worn a pair herself, once, before deciding that love was a form of debt she no longer wished to contract.
She shoved the envelope into her desk drawer and pulled out another file.
This one was older, yellowed with age. It contained documents from years ago—the scandal she had fabricated against Teacher Kim. The false accusations, the forged evidence, the witness statements that had been coerced and manipulated. Everything she had used to destroy a good man's career.The accusations of inappropriate conduct toward female students. The testimonies — three girls, carefully selected, chosen for their fragility and their need for approval. The internal reports she had taken the precaution of signing herself, as acting principal at the time, before the scandal broke entirely. The fabricated memos. The investigation letter addressed to the district board, written in exactly the style one expected from a serious establishment taking a serious situation seriously.
She stared at the files, her hands trembling slightly. She had kept them for years, a reminder of what she was capable of. A reminder of the power she wielded.
But now, with Seonghwa's relationship with Teacher Kim's son, the files had become dangerous. If anyone found out...
She couldn't destroy them. They were proof, yes, but they were also insurance. If Kim Hongjoong ever came after her, she could use them to destroy him too.
Instead, she gathered the files and tucked them into her bag. She would hide them at home, in her room, where Seonghwa never went. They would be safe there.
And she would never speak of them again.
---
At the end of the school day, Hongjoong's phone buzzed with an international call. He stepped outside, his brow furrowed, and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hongjoong." His mother's voice crackled through the speaker, tinny and distant. "How are you?"
Hongjoong's jaw tightened. "I'm fine, Mother. What do you want?"
"I want you to come to London," she said, her voice strained. "I've found an opportunity here. A good school, a good future. You could start fresh, away from all of that."
Hongjoong closed his eyes. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because..." He took a deep breath. "Because I have something here. Someone. And I don't want to leave."
His mother was silent for a long moment. "Hongjoong, you can't let a relationship—"
"It's not just a relationship," Hongjoong interrupted. "It's... it's everything. He makes me want to be better. He makes me happy. And I don't want revenge anymore."
"Revenge?"
Hongjoong hesitated. He had never told his mother about his plan. "Principal Park. I wanted to destroy her. I wanted to make her suffer. But I can't do that to Seonghwa. He's innocent, and I... I love him."
The words hung in the air, shocking even Hongjoong himself. He hadn't meant to say them. But they were true.
His mother sighed, a sound filled with exhaustion and resignation. "You're sure about this?"
"I've never been more sure of anything."
"Then stay," she said softly. "Stay and be happy, Hongjoong. That's all I ever wanted for you."
Tears pricked at Hongjoong's eyes. "Thank you, Mother."
"Take care of yourself."
"You too."
He hung up, staring at the sky. He had given up revenge. He had given up his plan. All for a boy with stars in his eyes.
And he didn't regret a single thing.
---
On the volleyball court, San and Yeosang had found their own moment of peace.
The court was empty, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the ground. San had been practicing his serves, his dark chocolate scent swirling around him, when Yeosang appeared.
"Need a partner?" the omega asked, his vanilla scent soft and inviting.
San turned, a grin spreading across his face. "Always."
They played for a while, their movements synchronized, their laughter filling the air. But gradually, the game slowed, At one point, Yeosang missed a pass and the ball rolled to the fence. They both went for it at the same time.
They ended up crouched side by side, within arm's reach, and for one second — just one — their eyes met at that reduced distance.
San wouldn't have known how to say what was in Yeosang's eyes at that precise moment. Something open, perhaps. Something that resembled a question not yet fully formed.
''You play really well'' said Yeosang.
It wasn't an answer to anything. But it answered something all the same.
''Thank you'' said San.
He stood up. He offered his hand to Yeosang.
San caught Yeosang's wrist, pulling him closer. "You know," he murmured, his eyes dark with affection. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
"Do what?" Yeosang asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
San leaned in and pressed a soft, tender kiss to Yeosang's cheek.
It was gentle and sweet, filled with all the longing he had been holding back. Yeosang's eyes fluttered closed, his vanilla scent blooming with happiness. When San pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, his expression soft.
"Yeosang," San said, his voice filled with emotion. "I really like you. I've liked you for so long. And I don't want to hide it anymore."
Yeosang opened his eyes, and they were shining with unshed tears. "San..."
"I know we're different. I know we don't always see eye to eye. But when I'm with you, everything makes sense." San's hand cupped Yeosang's cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "Will you give me a chance? Will you let me show you how much you mean to me?"
Yeosang smiled, a soft, beautiful smile that made San's heart soar. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, San."
San's face lit up with joy. He pulled Yeosang into a tight embrace, burying his face in the omega's hair. His dark chocolate scent swirled with Yeosang's vanilla, creating a perfect harmony.
"Thank you," San murmured. "Thank you for giving me a chance."
Yeosang's arms wrapped around him, holding him close. "Thank you for waiting."
---
At the arcade, Mingi was losing badly at a racing game.
"Hyung ! You're distracted," Jongho observed, his ocean scent sharp with amusement.
Mingi groaned. "I can't help it. I keep thinking about... stuff."
"Stuff?"
Mingi hesitated. He liked Jongho. He really liked him. But they were both alphas, and that felt strange, complicated. He didn't know how to handle it. His coffee scent was agitated, nervous, betraying his inner turmoil.
"Jongho," he said slowly. "Can I ask you something?"
Jongho paused his game, turning to face him. "Sure."
"I have two friends who are both alpha, they really love each other...but one of my friend is afraid that the other will think it's weird and ask me for advice ...What do you think about... alpha-alpha relationships?"
Jongho blinked, then smiled softly. His ocean scent remained calm, accepting. "I think love is love. I don't care about labels. If someone makes me happy, that's all that matters."
Mingi's heart soared. His coffee scent warmed with relief. "Really?"
"Really." Jongho reached out, his hand brushing against Mingi's. His touch was gentle, reassuring. "Is that what's been bothering you?"
Mingi nodded, his coffee scent warm with relief. "Yeah. I guess I was scared. I didn't know if you'd... if you'd be okay with it... I mean i was afraid for that friend " he said while blushing.
"Don't be." Jongho squeezed his hand, his ocean scent steady and reassuring. ''If they love each other then it's okay ''
Mingi felt tears prick at his eyes. "Jongho..."
"It's okay." Jongho smiled, his eyes soft. "Don't cry princess , let start playing again"
Mingi nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Okay."
And Mingi smiled, feeling lighter than he had in days. His coffee scent had calmed, becoming sweeter, more open. He had been so scared, so uncertain, but Jongho had accepted him completely , well not his feeling but it's a good start.
Maybe everything would be okay after all.
---
That night, Seonghwa lay in his bed, the pink rabbit clutched to his chest. His phone buzzed with a message from Hongjoong.
"Goodnight, my bunny. Sweet dreams."
Seonghwa smiled, his heart full to bursting.
"Goodnight, Joongie. I love you."
He sent the message before he could second-guess himself. His heart raced as he waited for the reply.
A moment later, it came.
"I love you too. More than the stars."
Seonghwa hugged the rabbit tighter, his strawberry scent blooming with happiness. He had stars in his eyes, and a love in his heart, and for the first time in his life, he believed that everything would be okay.
Because he was Seonghwa. And he was loved.