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Being the only male Omega in your university is probably one of the main stressors Jaemin has currently in his life. Not even filming yourself doing yoga poses for your Physical Education teacher can compete with the sheer stress having your subgender your only defining trait that makes you popular for all the wrong reasons.
Jaemin gulps when he sees a few Alphas expectantly waiting for him out of the lecture room. He pales when he sees their number, and immediate walks towards the back of the lecture room to phone a friend of his. He hates the fact that he's a male Omega not because of his anatomy specifically, but rather the fact that he should not be hesitant to leave the lecture room of his anatomy and physiology class on a Monday morning.
He hasn't had his daily coffee yet.
Clammy hands taking out his phone, he immediately searches for the contact that is looking for, and sighs in relief when he sees that it's at his very latest. Mostly because this contact is the only one he calls every single damn time.
"Come on, Jisung, you fucker, pick up," he grumbles as he watches a few of his classmates leave, leaving him the only one in the lecture room aside from his teacher who has now decided to erase all the writings in her board, probably done for the day.
Lucky her. Jaemin has fucking bacteriology in 1 hour. He should not be spending a whole hour learning about bacteria. The best that class could do is make him wish he was a fucking bacteria instead of a male Omega. At least Alphas wouldn't camp out of your classroom to get a glimpse of you, or even worse, confess. He shudders at that thought.
Luckily, Jisung picks up in the first ring.
"What's up, hyung?" the young Alpha asks through the phone.
"Jisung, are you near the medtech building?" Jaemin plays with his fingers as he glances at the door every now and then. A few Alphas have left, but there are still a few who are stubborn and unmoving. Fuck, they must be the one's who are going to confess. "Please tell me you are near the medtech building." He can't stop the nasal whine that leaves his mouth.
"Chill, hyung." Jaemin can hear the sound of chips opening. "I'm at the cafeteria which is just the next building. I'm walking there now— Fuck, I shouldn't my fingers are drenched in chip seasoning. Yeah, I'm walking inside now. Which room?"
"B-3," Jaemin hastily supplies, glancing at the Alphas staring at him. Fuck. He looks at the teacher who is still erasing her board. Good. She better fucking slow down. "Please hurry. There are Alphas outside, and I am not okay."
"Why do you always have Alphas camping out of your lecture rooms?" He can hear the irritation in Jisung's voice, probably because this has been his umpteenth time fetching Jaemin from his lectures. Jaemin can't help it; it's not like he wanted these Alphas. He doesn't even know any of them most of the time.
He hears a groan.
"You can always just reject them, hyung," Jisung advices, but the thing is even if Jaemin takes that advice. It's not going to help when there's a violent reaction.
"You know how Alphas are, Jisung. They're very entitled and think they own everyone. If I reject one egotistical Alpha, it's over for me. So please just hurry up, at least if they see me with you they won't push through. It's because—"
"It's because Alphas will always respect another Alpha's opinion, but never a Beta's or an Omega's. Yadda yadda. Hyung, you always say that." He hears rushing footsteps from the other side of the call. Jaemin glances at the lecture room's door and waits with clenched fists. Jisung better hurry the fuck up.
"I need it to drill into your mind somehow," Jaemin takes his messenger bag with him and hangs it on his shoulder. "You don't know what it's like, and it's my duty as your older brother to tell you exactly what it's like. How are you going to get a girlfriend if you can't even sympathize with her?"
"We're not even blood-related," Jisung walks inside the lecture hall and beckons him over.
"Doesn't matter," and Jaemin ends the call to run over to his friend and hug him tight. Jisung makes numerous complaints, not really a fan of Jaemin's skinship, but soon resigns to have the Omega clinging to his arm as they leave the lecture room. A few Alphas make a step forward, but Jisung has always had this unapproachable look to him that has them taking a step backwards.
Normally, he would chastise the younger for his aloofness, but today, he's thanking the universe that Jisung looks like a hamster ready to bite your finger if you do something as close as get withing a 1 meter radius.
They walk leisurely towards the outside of the building, not making any small talk because they both find those impractical and prefer the silence. Soon, they leave the building and Jaemin immediately lets go of Jisung to dust himself.
"Ugh, now I smell like you." Jaemin cringes when he sniffs his jacket and smells Jisung's yucky Alpha scent. "They're going to think we're dating. And no offense, Jisung, while I think your dick looks decent, I don't want it near me. I don't date Alphas, fortunately."
"As if I would even date you," Jisung gags, and Jaemin rolls his eyes. Jisung is his neighbor from when they were children. Their mothers have been friends for a while, and have introduced them to each other when they were still just fetuses and jizz. They didn't particularly start off as good friends as their mothers hoped, but they had been forced to be with each other their entire childhood that they're basically brothers.
They're one and a half years apart in age, but school wise, Jaemin is a sophomore and Jisung is a freshman.
Jisung had been there when he his test results came out as Omega, and he had been there when Jaemin found out that he didn't particularly like women or Alphas. They've been through thick and thin, but they don't really call each other best friends. They're...friends by convenience.
Jisung's best friend is Chenle, another Alpha in his batch, and Jaemin, well, he has Yangyang.
Yangyang is a Chinese exchange student that is studying in Korea for a whole semester. Jaemin met him after a particular incident involving Yangyang having a shampoo bottle stuck up his ass that he insisted he fell on, and Jaemin visiting the hospital for his monthly check up for well, research.
Statistics showed that there are less than 30 male Omegas in Korea. 17 of them are in a Facebook group, and that includes Jaemin. He likes to say that he's doing this so that all the male Omegas that will come after him will not be going through their presentation without knowing anything, but still, they didn't have to make him sit beside a male Beta who looked like he had the roughest case of constipation.
"Are you alright?" he asks the man beside him, turning his head to gaze at the way the Beta has his arms between his thighs, jaw clenched and breaths hasty and shallow.
"Yeah, I just..." the man groans, "I slipped on the shower and accidentally sat on my shampoo bottle. Now it's stuck in my ass and it's embarrassing . Will they use surgery on me?" Jaemin furrows his eyebrows at the man's unusual situation, but as an aspiring surgeon, he decides to calm the man's fears.
"Most likely the shampoo bottle isn't lodged up too deep into your intestines. Your rectum is too short for a shampoo bottle so it's up there somewhere, but it's certainly not in too deep if you accidentally sat on it. They'll probably just fist you or something." Jaemin tries his hardest not to seem like he doesn't believe Yangyang's reason, but it shows in his face.
"I know accidentally sitting on it seems absurd, but please, I am speaking the truth. I really did accidentally sit on it after falling," the man's desperate eyes glaze over him. He can't help but feel like he is telling the truth, so even if the reason seems so farfetched, he nods.
"Okay, I believe you."
The man sighs in relief and smiles at him soon after. "Great, at least you believe me. I don't think the doctors do, but at least one person believing me is enough. I'm Yangyang, by the way." He offers his hand for Jaemin to shake, but he shakes his head at it.
"You probably used that hand to try and reach for that shampoo bottle, and I am sorry to assume this, but I feel like you haven't washed it yet." The way Yangyang's face contorts into guilt as he swallows is enough for Jaemin to conclude that he is right.
It's safe to say that when Jaemin is done with his monthly check-up, he sees Yangyang with a shampoo bottle in hand. He does his best to avoid touching the Beta, but it seems like Yangyang is conscious enough that he probably has anal germs covering his body to not initiate contact with him as well.
He has agreed to meet the Beta in Cloud Moon's coffee shop. It's Jaemin's favorite coffee shop in town, and it's really the only coffee shop that accepts his coffee order. He has said goodbye to Jisung after he escorted him out, so he's currently walking to the place, minding his steps so he doesn't bump into anyone.
When he sees the coffee shop in the distance however, he hastened his steps and forgone minding it. Of course, that ends up backfiring when he trips on his own feet and lands on the ground with his palms grazing the concrete sidewalk.
"Fuck," he curses, not minding the mortified look an old lady gives him. He minds, however, his palms who now sport grazes and torn skin. Fuck, he doesn't have any alcohol. He growls as he stands up, eyes still focused on his palms. He doesn't see a stranger stopping in front of him and clearing his throat.
"Do you need wipes?" a voice snaps him out. He immediately looks up to see a handsome stranger smiling at him an handing him wet wipes. He blinks at him for a second before it registers to him that he's offering his wipes.
"Ah," he exclaims as he takes a sheet and rubs his hands with it. Fuck, they're bleeding. He makes sure to remove the dirt on both of his hands before getting another sheet to wipe the blood that has smeared his wrists and palms. "Fucking hell, Jaemin, clumsy bitch."
"Are you alright?" the stranger asks him as soon as he's done. Jaemin pockets the wipes, and gazes at the handsome stranger. Fuck, he's really good-looking, isn't he? Jaemin's almost tempted to take his phone out and ask him to model. He would look like a good model. Is he a model? The inner photographer in him is crawling out from the deepest depths of his body.
"I'm alright," Jaemin smiles. "Thank you by the way for the wipes. You're a lifesaver."
"It was only a few wipes," the stranger looks down on his feet and shifts awkwardly. "I'm Jeno, by the way."
"Jaemin," Jaemin smiles. "I'll see you around?"
"No, wait uh..." Jeno stops him from taking a step. "You're Na Jaemin, right? The male Omega?"
Somehow, Jaemin doesn't think the stranger is handsome anymore. "Fuck, am I just going to be dubbed the 'Male Omega' forever? Fucking hell." He stomps towards the coffee shop and makes an effort to brush his shoulder against Jeno's harshly as he passes by. Fucking Alphas.
He's tired of people always dubbing him the only male Omega in school. It's just a fucking subgender. Why is it so fucking intriguing to everyone? He's just like any normal Omega. He has heats. He has whatever it is other Omegas have. The only thing he doesn't have is a fucking pussy. Good God!
"Oh, haven't you heard?" Yangyang starts as he takes a sip of his milkshake. "There's another male Omega in town apparently. He transferred to our university at the start of 2nd year, but people only knew now after someone asked him if he was an Alpha. He wasn't."
Jaemin shrugs, still annoyed by what happened a while ago. "At least I won't be dubbed 'The Only Male Omega' in school anymore. Fucking hell, do you know how annoying that title is? That's the only thing I'm known as anymore. Not Jaemin Na the cute guy from the medtech building who likes to drink coffee with 8 espresso shots."
"If it makes you feel better, they call me the guy with the shampoo dildo," Yangyang comforts.
Jaemin snorts. "It suits you."
"It does not! Even Professor Kim calls me Mr. Shampoo Dildo," Yangyang whines, "do you know how embarrassing it is to have Professor Kim, the usual butt of the joke, make you the butt of the joke? You do not know the pain. The girl I tried to confess to said that she doesn't date guys who have lost their anal virginity. It's hell."
Jaemin doubles in laughter.
It's about a week later when Jisung asks him the same question Yangyang did.
"So, have you heard about the other male Omega?" Jisung asks him while they are at the cafeteria of the university, eating premade lunches that taste decent enough to be consumed. Jaemin glances at him for a moment before ultimately reading the paragraphs of his notes. Fucking hell, there are so many terms in this fucking course.
Especially General Biology as well as Bacteriology...he's out for whomever made those subjects.
"So what about him?" Jaemin keeps his eyes glued to his notes. "Good, he also experiences heats except he has a dick. What else?"
"Well, for one, you only have an attraction to male Omegas? Like, there is a slim chance he might be into that as well, but it doesn't hurt to try and get to know him. I haven't had the slightest chance to know of his name though," Jisung purses his lips as he holds the milkshake in his hand.
"Listen, Jisung, there are other male Omegas outside of Korea, and I have tried dating a few foreigners of the same subgender as me. Limiting myself to someone just because he's the only one around is frankly making me seem like I'm desperate. I'm not," Jaemin points his pencil at the Alpha. "And I don't chase, I attract. If he wants to come to me, he'll come to me."
"Well, someone is definitely coming to us," Jisung points out, and Jaemin doesn't bother with it, preferring to focus on his notes. A shadow looms over his notes after a moment, and Jaemin closes his eyes in irritation because the lighting of the canteen is so bad that they have to use artificial lighting instead of natural lighting even during 10:00 AM.
The shadow that looms over him has rendered his notes unreadable due to the light source being blocked and he turns his head to glare at shadow's owner. He widens his eyes when he sees the guy from a week ago. Jamie? Chanha?
"Ah, Jennie!" Jaemin smiles, it wasn't a kind smile, but it's a polite one. "Yes, I am still in fact the male Omega...well, the original one at least. Not that I'm bitter. God, I am so happy that I am not the only one now, but okay, can we get to the point please?" He sighs.
"Oh, uh...I just wanted to say 'Hi'," Jennie starts, looking away in sheepishness or terror, Jaemin doesn't know, and he doesn't bother to differentiate. "I just," Jennie holds his nape, "I feel like we got off to a bad start, and you might have misunderstood me."
And Jaemin starts to fan himself. It's starting to get a little hot, and the heat has distracted him from listening to whatever Jennie has to say. He looks around, trying to find anything to cool down himself. He then sees his notes and picks them up. He gazes at Jennie for a moment before starting to slowly fan himself with his notes.
All the words that go through one ear comes out of the other though, and it's not like he listens to Jennie with so much as 1/8 of the care he usually gives. He's used to Alphas approaching him whenever they think he can runaway. He usually does.
Jisung tells him that he has always been a bit brash with his words when he's a little annoyed, and he can be brasher when he really is vexed. The thing is, Alphas tend to irritate him a lot. Well, except for Jisung because he's a cute child, but it stands true for everyone.
Also, for fuck's sake, why is it getting so hot? He clenches his jaw as he tries to fan himself harder. It isn't until he feels something drip inside his pants does he freeze. Fuck, he was a week early.
"And what I am saying is that I am also—"
"Hold that thought," Jaemin raises his hands to stop Jennie before he stands up. "Fuck, I'm early," he mutters in his breath, but it's enough to be heard by both Jennie and Jisung. Immediately, he goes to the bathroom of the cafeteria and runs to the nearest cubicle.
After inspecting that it has just been recently cleaned, and by recent he meant he had just seen the janitor leave before he entered, he pulls his pants down and sits on the toilet before contemplating his life's decisions.
Usually he brings a pad with him just in case he starts his pre-heat earlier than expected, but he forgot to bring one today. He has chastised himself that he won't need it, but it seems as though he jinxed himself. He groans and rests his elbows on his knees before covering his face in shame and self-loathing.
"Fucking hell," he cruses before he opens his legs and sees that slick is in fact dripping. He tries to stop it by clenching his asshole, but even that doesn't stop it. He doesn't even know why he thought that would work considering he had told himself on a similar occasion where he forgot his pad and his pre-heat came early that he would just clench his ass until he came back home.
Someone commented that he had peed himself when he walked out of the bathroom that time. He learned his lesson.
Suddenly, someone enters the bathroom and uses the cubicle next to him. tenses, hoping they wouldn't be able to smell the scent of pre-heat. They usually do.
He hears rummaging for a moment before a pad is suddenly give to him from the next stall.
"Here, you might need this," a familiar voice speaks, and Jaemin furrows his eyebrows.
"Jennie?"
He hears a sigh from the other sighed. "It's Jeno. Just take the pad." The pad shakes, and Jaemin decides to take it, smiling before he hugs it in relief.
"Jennie, that's so thoughtful of you to buy me this," Jaemin says. "My pre-heat came early, and I forgot my emergency pad at home so you're a lifesaver. I still don't date Alphas though, but we can be friends."
"Oh, uh...that's— I'm— I'm not an Alpha," Jeno starts, "...and I didn't buy that. That's my emergency pad."
Jaemin takes a moment to realize the implication of those words. Then it hits him. "Wait— Oh, so if— Oh my God, you're the other male Omega? Fucking hell, I thought you were an Alpha. No offense, you kind of look like one, but seriously? You? I would have never known."
He hears Jeno chuckle. "I tried telling you when we first met, but I must have hit a nerve, and when I tried telling you at the cafeteria, you ran off, but I got it out now, finally."
"Yeah, I'm sorry for that," Jaemin awkwardly provides breathy laughs. He then looks at the pad provided for him, and grimaces. "Jennie, why the fuck are you using the worst ever brand? Do you like your ass getting itchy, be honest."
"They're cheap, and I'm saving money so..."
Jaemin groans. "After this, we are buying a better one. I can't believe you would use this."
"Well, I had just presented like a year ago so I still am quite not getting the ropes of being one yet. Hopefully, you can help me? You've been an Omega since you were in high school right?"
"You're lucky, you're cute," Jaemin huffs. "Fine, but we have to buy you proper pads first, because this ain't it."
He hears Jeno giggle. "It's a date!"
Maybe it's the shock that Jeno would imply that it was a date, or maybe he isn't used to being attracted to those asking him out, but Jaemin feels heat creep up to his cheeks. He's lucky they're in separate stalls because if they weren't Jaemin would be hiding the creepy smile that has his eyes lighting up.
Finally, a male Omega who is attracted to other male Omegas. Maybe he won't be single anytime soon. Whatever he said to Jisung a while ago be damned.
"It is. It sure is," Jaemin confirms.