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Kong was sitting in the eating area with his friends listening to them ramble about exams and different professors. The air was pleasant and he was in a good mood, actually it was about to be an exceptional mood. The third years would be let out of class any minute now. Then Kong could stare at his beautiful head hazer.
His Sun, Arthit, all dressed in red and black, maybe share a table.
His daydream was cut short when he spotted two young men, freshmen from their appearances, who were wearing football uniforms.
Odd, he hadn’t seen them before.
The taller one seemed to be leading a shorter guy, who was nervously waving his arms and attempting to placate the other.
A strong scent of chilies and chocolate filled Kong’s nose as the pair neared.
“Type, man, you need to calm down… please.” The shorter begged though this was further enraging his companion.
“Shut it No, I didn’t even want to come here. Whose stupid idea was this?” The one known as Type fumed.
No mumbled something too quiet for Kong or his friends who were watching the show to hear. Whatever it was it set Type off.
“You better run, cause when I catch you. I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass, you will have cleats for teeth!” The taller bellowed; the shorter zipping away. He didn’t look where he was going.
Kong stood to intervene when ‘No’ ran into a familiar red jacket hazer. Stumbling into his friend from the force. The boy looked relieved before he looked back. The fright blossoming once again. No rushed behind Knott.
Arthit took a deep breath and the room held its breath.
“Type stop! Leave Techno alone!” Arthit ordered, his voice firm in the command could be heard clearly. Although to Kong’s ear there was a fondness as if it had been given a thousand times.
Type stopped short in front of Arthit. His face still flushed bright red. He looked like he was more than willing to shove past Arthit to get his prey.
Kong’s instincts were telling him to get involved but Arthit looked like he was going to handle it. Kong was tense ready to step in if he felt his senior was unsafe. From his observations only Knott and Arthit knew the two. Arthit’s other friends looked confused and Prem was aggressively moving forward as if to protect Arthit.
“What are you two doing here? Your campus is across town?” Knott asked.
“Blame No, he said he needs to speak to you guys.” Was Type’s response, glaring at Techno.
“Ha Ha, funny story… Arthit I think Type needs some one-on-one time with you.”
What! Kong thought alone time with his wonderful pink milk smelling omega head hazer! No, it was clear Type was an Alpha. Kong was not going to allow some knothead to be around his future mate, I mean senior.
But Arthit had taken Type by the arms and was navigating him away from everyone with a “we can talk in my room.”
The lunchroom was a buzz with gossip; was this the head hazer’s boyfriend/mate? If so, why was he only showing up now? Maybe he was in rut?
The remaining seniors and Techno moved to Kong’s table. Knott pulling out a chair for the beta who upon closer inspection was actually an Omega. This further cemented Kong’s dislike of the other boy. Treating an Omega, the way he had was the height of rudeness and now Arthit was alone with him. The silver lining was Arthit had left his curtains open this morning. Kong could see from his place if his little pink milk monster was in danger.
“Hi No, how have classes been going?” Knott asked. Knott was someone Kong held respect for but looking at the other Alpha’s concerned face made him want to skip class to save his favourite tyrannical senior.
“Well classes are good. I’m in the top ten of the class, made a ton of new friends.” No’s voice trailed off as he glanced around the room as if looking for someone.
“Hey kid, why the worried face?” It was Bright this time who asked. Kong and his friends weren’t even trying to hide that they were listening in.
“Tell me Techno, tell your senior how he can help.” Knott was giving him a gentle command. Kongpob recognized it from how his father use to get him to do things. Techno took one last longing look around before turning to whisper to Knott.
“Type is in trouble with some seniors at our campus, he can’t go to class without being harassed and he won’t sleep or eat. I don’t know what to do. So, I thought he might feel better if he talked with Oon.” Techno looked deeply upset as he spoke, troubled by his friend’s issues. Had this happened before? It must have but how would Arthit know how to handle this angry Alpha?
“Who are they Knott?” Prem asked, well more like demanded by his tone. Knott shook his head. Prem began to get angry.
Kong had never seen this before. The hazers NEVER fought in public. They didn’t second guess each other, regardless of status, all orders were obeyed. One would assume that the hierarchy would be alpha, beta and maybe omega. Being a hazer was a demanding position that not many could handle so how could an omega?
When Kong had first seen the group, he thought Knott or Prem was the head hazer only to be shocked when the prettiest man he had ever seen started to yell commands at him. Sure, Kong didn’t mind taking orders from an omega or anyone if their orders were just.
At first, he thought Arthit was being extra cruel in his punishments as a way to reinforce his position but as time went on Kongpob understood the deeper meaning to his demands.
Yet there were some who had issues taking orders from someone they viewed as lesser, when Kongpob had said he would make the elder his wife. Many assholes asked him if he was serious going so far as to say “He’s bitchy because he needs a good dicking.” Kongpob was disgusted with their remarks and had reported any comments echoing these thoughts. The first year knew Arthit’s friends did as well.
A sigh was released from Knott as Techno began to introduce himself. The pair were juniors from Arthit and Knott’s high school. The older pair being mentors to the youngers. This still did not explain why they came. Kongpob began to worry, what if the alpha was going to steal his future mate. A shared history would give the other an advantage over Kongpob.
Now was not the time for such thoughts.
“No, come with me. I’ll treat you to dinner. I don’t think their going to be leaving Oon’s room for a while.” He tugged the other along as the pair left the watching canteen.
“B-but where will I stay? What about Type?” Techno questioned as he was led away.
The room burst into talk as they disappeared behind the doors.
“Who were they really? That tall dude must be Arthit’s alpha.” Oak said.
“Why would he bring another omega with him if he was Arthit’s alpha?” Tew responded.
“Who knows… Kongpob now has a contender for the scariest omega ever!” Came Oak’s reply.
The rest of the afternoon was lost to Kongpob as all he could think about was the pair alone, in the omega’s one bedroom. Kong didn’t want to assume the worst but from what he saw, the guy could be violent. Why else would he be in trouble?
Finally, he was able to return to his room. He would have a front row seat if Arthit needed his aid.
The first time Kongpob had realized he could look directly into the senior’s room had been quite the event. The first year had returned from a night of study, only to see his tormenter fresh from the shower. He was drying his hair and to the young alpha’s embarrassment; the older one was shirtless. A clear view of the perfect pale chest and the pinkest nipples, Kongpob had ever seen. Well saw before covering his eyes and quickly shutting his own blinds.
The poor admirer did not want to be a peeping tom. He had no desire to see the other undressed if the lovely hazer did not give his consent.
In the present, he looked through his window. He saw the pair on Arthit’s bed, embracing. The alpha’s arms wrapped around the elder, his hands gripped the red fabric. His face hidden in Arthit’s neck, where his scent gland would be located.
How Dare He!
Who was this alpha? To show up and steal Kong’s mate, his senior. In such a brazen way, without giving the other any care or kind words.
Arthit abruptly stood from the bed, moving to the window. A ray of hope formed in the watcher’s chest. Arthit might be trying to escape to his balcony but no, he closed the curtains. Kongpob was no longer able to see anything. His hopes shattered.
All night all he could do was toss and turn. The fate of his omega unknown to him.
He left his room nervous and confused on what he had witnessed yesterday. Arthit had never mentioned having a mate or being courted, so the other couldn’t have been doing so. Yet Arthit felt safe in letting the other into his private space. He turned the corner when he heard a voice speaking to someone on the phone. He rushed back behind the wall.
“Yeah, Techno just picked him up. I’ve never wanted to fight someone so bad. If one day I say that we’re gathering the gang and Deer’s group. Don’t question me.” Arthit’s tone was one a deep rage. There was no mistaking the threat he was making.
“Do you know how many hours I spent with Type bruising my back and arms. I think I have nail marks on my back that are bleeding.” Arthit continued into the phone, pausing to hear the reply from the other end. His face was turning red, eyes tightly shut.
“Yeah, I got the full story, took some time but after… after. Type was so worked up he had two panic attacks; this was worse than his first year.”
A pause and silence.
“I gave him some of my meds, yeah we still use the same stuff, for anxiety. Once I calmed him down. We were able to talk a little bit. He’s being bullied by some seniors who can’t understand not to touch people with out consent, fuckers. Then his bastard of a roommate… Knott I’m so angry I can’t talk right now. I’ll tell you when I get there. Bye.” The call ended as Arthit left the building, only leaving behind a scent of a pissed off omega.
What was going on with that Alpha?
*
Arthit had injured his legs but he was still coming to classes. Couldn’t one of his friends take notes for him?
The two had grown closer, Arthit allowing Kongpob into his room and letting him take care of him. One revelation that he discovers when aiding the senior was that Arthit took anxiety medication and after reading the label; one major side affect was mood swings. To Kongpob this explained why the senior was so quick to anger but also quick to ask for forgiveness.
Kongpob was once again ‘Arthit watching’ from a table not far from the seniors. Wondering if he should try to offer help.
The intense smell of chocolate and chilies filled the air. That scent. Once the alpha had left a few months ago, Kongpob had forgotten about him as Arthit never mentioned that afternoon again and he did not act like he was mated. Arthit was even allowing Kongpob to court him in secret.
Arthit looks up from his pink milk, a look of desperation on his face. He stood as if to rush away when a call echoed through the open space.
“You can run but I’m on the football team for a reason. I’ll just slide tackle you and won’t that injure your legs more?” Type called his threat hanging in the air. Arthit glanced at Knott who was smirking at the other.
“Type, what are you doing here?” Arthit asked, narrowing his eyes at the younger man. His tone was the same one he used when Kongpob was going to argue with him.
“Some dumbass decided to run 54 laps without any stretching before. So I, being the wonderful junior and in sports med have graciously come to aid you.” He was moving towards his prey, a smirk plastered on his face.
Arthit turned to run when Type pounced. He grabbed Arthit’s arm and dragged him off to his room.
“Thanks, Knott for the call. Look after No for me.” And with that the pair was off. Leaving Techno alone with the senior hazers. Who blinked at the back of his retreating friend’s form.
“Hey, you can’t just ditch me arsehole. I drove here!” Techno only received a middle finger in response. The cries for help from the head hazer were left unanswered.
“Jerk.”
“Don’t worry No, you can hangout with us.” Knott comforted him.
“So, what have you two been up to since we last met?” Bright asked, wanting to know the gossip surrounding the mystery boys.
“Same old stuff, Type is his usual prickly self. We actually cut practice to be here.” No shrugged “Not that the seniors will complain, we’re good players and who wants to argue with Type.” Techno said with a shiver.
Knott nodded his head in agreement.
“I remember how we first met, when those guys were beating you up and Type fought back. He was scary even when he was so tiny.” A fond expression covered Knott’s face.
“Yeah, that was the only time I ever saw Arthit yell. No wonder the two are close.”
“Are things better now?”
“Yup, Type’s problems are all solved and guess what?”
“What?” The table asked, Kongpob even leaned in closer to hear.
“Type is seeing someone.”
“What! When did this happen?” Knott appeared concerned
“A few months ago, and guess what ... they’re an alpha.”
Knott looked horrified, Kongpob questioned why. He knew Knott didn’t have a problem with same status relationships, hell he was friends with Prem who was dating Wad. Two male alphas together shouldn’t have phased him.
“Is he happy, or …” Knott trailed off unsure how to continue.
“Trust me they’re too happy.” Techno was quiet for a moment and then turned to the other hazers. “Did Arthit ever punch the guy who said he was going to make him his wife?”
All eyes turn to Kongpob.
“If not Type said he would do it but he wanted Arthit to take the first swing.”
“No, don’t think about that.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the air before Bright began to introduce the table and Kongpob’s group to Techno.
Kongpob liked the omega, he was friendly and animated. It was as if the group had been friends with him for a life time. Periodically he would mention other friends but mostly ‘Champ’ and ‘Tharn’, they must have been on the football team together.
Over the afternoon, Kongpob was able to hear about the four in school together. How close Arthit and Type were due to similar interests and behaviours but were also very different. It seemed odd that Type would bond with an omega and not another alpha.
It was only when Techno said that he came from betas and so did Type that it clicked into place. Type had never had the presence of alphas and omegas in his early life. No wonder he was so wild.
Without someone to teach him proper behaviours when dealing with different statuses, it was no wonder the other was such a hellion. Type must have latched on to the first sweet smelling omega that he met or had the group met before type presented?
Months later
The group had gathered at a bar to celebrate the end of their first year. Kongpob’s arms were linked with his beautiful omega’s. He could not have been more content if he was offered a position as leader of the world.
The bar was packed, there seemed to be live music which girls were grouped around.
The large group was going to a table in the back when they heard a shout.
“Arthit… Knott. What are you doing here?”
It was Techno, the sweet talkative omega. He was dressed to impress and he seemed slightly buzzed.
“Getting drinks, what about you?” Arthit left Kongpob to speak with the smaller male.
“Oh, I’m with my friends… you guys want to join? You can meet Champ.” Techno snatched Arthit’s hand and Knott’s wrist before rushing off with them.
The remaining members of the herd looked at each other before someone spoke.
“I guess we follow them.”
The table was hidden in the back but with a clear view of the stage. A handsome man was singing with his band, softly cooing into a mic. A love song if Kongpob heard it correctly.
Drinks lined the table top as did copious amounts of food. An alpha was double fisting chicken wings and Type was facing the stage. A soft but dozy look in his eyes.
There was barely enough room for the large group but they manage to fit. Everyone was having a great time, sharing drinks and food. Champ was a very laid-back guy and Techno was a social butterfly. The one who surprised Kongpob was Type.
The other alpha who had always seemed one second away from a fight was laughing and was actually very charismatic. Making friends easily with everyone but his eyes kept going to the stage.
Ring, Ring Ring
“Sorry, that’s my cell.” Champ moved away from the table to answer his phone.
“Who do you think it is?” No asked Type.
“Probably his roommate, you know the doctor.”
“Oh… that super cute omega guy?”
“Yeah him. Champ was helping him with his heats and I think he’s going home this weekend.”
“Do you think he’ll abandon us?” He got a shrug in response.
Alphas and omegas sharing one room? What kind of university was this. Didn’t they know how dangerous that could be?
Champ was coming back.
“Was it your doc?” Techno asked.
“Yeah, he’s leaving to see his parents, I asked if he needed help getting to the train but he said he would be fine.” Champ stole Techno’s beer and drank the rest of it.
Everyone nodded and the conversations picked back up.
A few minutes later, a lone figure moved through the crowd to the back table.
He was handsome, his skin was pale and he was of mixed blood. Kongpob recognized him as the musician from the stage. The smile on his face could have lit up all of Thailand.
“Tharn!” Techno called as he waved his arms.
‘Tharn’ moved to their table but stopped when he saw there were no seats left.
Now that he was standing close to Kongpob, the Sotus member was able to smell that he was also an alpha. Did Techno not know any omegas or betas?
“Type...” The alpha whined.
“What do you want me to do?” Type was smirking at the other man. Raising his glass to his lips.
Tharn returned his smirk before he tilted his head so his lips were next to Type’s ear. Whispering into the shell and making Type set his drink down. The words unknown to the rest of the table. The one thing Kong did know was Arthit was glaring at the alpha.
Type shoved his chair back as he stood just shy of the other alpha’s impressive height. Kongpob worried about a fight and he wasn’t the only one as his half of the table braced themselves for World War Three but Champ and Techno didn’t seem concerned.
Type shoved Tharn into the now empty chair and if everyone wasn’t frozen enough, he then sat on the male’s lap.
“There are you happy now?” Type brought the glass once again to his lips.
“Delighted, sweetie.” Tharn nuzzled his hair.
Oh, this was the alpha Type was dating. He didn’t look like someone who would date the aggressive footballer. Too calm and collected but opposites attract?
Arthit stood from the table and nodded to his junior who stood from his boyfriend’s lap. Tharn was then taken away from the larger group to a more secluded space. Kong slipping away to hear what was about to be said.
“I don’t care if you’re together now. If I hear even a hint of what you did to him when he was drunk. I will kill you. I never want to see Type that upset again.” Arthit threatened the larger male. Tharn looked ashamed of himself.
“I know I have nothing to say that will excuse myself and no I won’t ever do it again. I know I was wrong the first time.” Arthit nodded and bumped his shoulder into the other as he returned back to the table with Kong. Their fingers interlaced.
He still didn’t know everything about the incident that Arthit was mentioning but he trusted Arthit and his actions.
As the night progressed everyone was steadily getting drunker. Stories were being swapped about different stupid things people had done. The air was filled with light hearted laughter.
Kongpob’s nose was filled with the content smell of pink milk. Arthit’s arm around his waist.
Bright was the one to change the topic to when people presented. The group instantly felt a change in the atmosphere.
Most stories were the same, people presenting among their families, betas did not have any noticeable changes.
Champ’s had been different, he had gone into his first rut at one of his boxing matches, he seemed somewhat embarrassed by this admission.
Kong’s had been at one of his family’s many opulent parties, Knott when he had been babysitting younger cousins.
Techno had gone next, explaining how he and his little brother had been playing football in their backyard when Techno had gone into heat.
Arthit had been with his grandfather learning how to play guitar.
Tharn was on vacation with his family when his rut had made its appearance.
An awkward silence filled the table as Type was the last to go and he said nothing. Techno and Arthit must have known the story due to their body language.
“I presented in front of the whole school. I was receiving an award.” His scent was unpleasantly sour.
Nothing else was said as Techno rapidly tried to change the mood by asking how their gear ceremony had gone.
Kongpob did not allow himself to be drawn into the conversation instead focusing on how Tharn was comforting Type. His scent of ocean waves and mango enveloping the darker skin boy. The footballer ran his nose along the other’s scent gland.
Kongpob looked away from the private moment.
Last call was shouted by the bartenders.
As the groups were parting ways, Arthit pulled Type away from the main group.
Tharn and Kongpob glanced at each other before nodding and setting off after them.
“Are you okay? When we spoke on the phone you sounded distressed?” Arthit asked.
“Yeah, I was going through something. Had to get rid of a negative presence in my life.”
“The two of you are doing better?”
“What about you and that rebellious freshie?”
A small smile made its way onto Arthit’s face.
“The same as you and that asshole roommate.”
A happy smile was plastered on Tharn’s mug as Type laughed.
The engineers and the two lovers left in different directions towards their living spaces. The quiet night air offering a pleasant feeling to the four.
“Did you ever wonder if Type had a crush on you?”
The lovely omega’s laughter filled the silent air as Kongpob’s confusion grew. The red faced and breathless elder pulling his junior after him.