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Lee Sangwon. The pretty omega senior with an insane sense of style and an even more insane facecard. And! He’s bad luck—terrible, actually, to none other than Zhou Anxin.
“Anxin stop looking like a fucking perv,” Woojin snickers, jabbing Anxin in the side as he watches the lovesick fool stare at the front of the class where Sangwon sits, all pretty and pristine with the cutest smile gracing his lips as he listened to whatever Leejeong was saying.
Anxin doesn’t snap out of his trance until a good shove to his head was delivered, which sends his glasses flying down to the floor. They let out a pitying squeak and laid there limply, “HEY IF I DON’T HAVE MY GLASSES THEN I CANT SEE SANGW-” He cuts himself off once he notices that he was speaking especially loud, all eyes trained onto him and the professor sends him a disapproving glare at the disruption to his lesson. Slowly, he shrinks back into his seat, kicking blindly underneath the table and only relenting once he had hit Woojin with a hard blow.
“You stupid fuck! Now he’s gonna think I’m a loser!!” Anxin cries out, softly, this time, and Woojin can only shake his head in disbelief. “You already are one.. gosh just confess already before I throw up,” the taller one gags, sending Anxin a stink eye his way.
“Oh you shut up! Easy for you to say since Sanghyeon literally climbs onto you every other day and professes his undying love for you,” Anxin rolls his eyes, “And pick up my glasses you asshole, if it’s broken, you need to buy me the ones that Sangwon has.”
Woojin grumbles from beside him but obliges nonetheless and Anxin pays no mind, eyes already focusing back onto the task at hand—Lee Sangwon. A.k.a the resident omega everyone and their fathers have a crush on, small or big, doesn’t matter. Everywhere he goes, looks of love, lust and envy trails behind him, and Anxin can’t help but agree with the sentiments.
It’s unfair that someone like Sangwon has to exist while he did so too. Sangwon with his big, round, doe-eyes when he looked up at anyone, his stupidly addictive peony and cedar scent, the scent that Anxin may or may not have spent his past few ruts dreaming of while rutting against his pillow.
Everything about Sangwon was so perfect it physically hurts Anxin to even let the world see Sangwon in all his 5 ft 10 glory. Tiny, delectable waist that Anxin knew that if he tried hard enough, he’d be able to fit it in both his hands, fingers almost touching. His smooth, pale thighs that he flaunted without shame during cheerleading practice when he wore those impossibly short shorts that left little to imagination. (Sometimes, he, in his post-rut induced brain, the same brain that supplies endless images of Sangwon to rub one off to, would start growling whenever one of his teammates’ stares get a little too extreme and either Jiahao or Donggyu would have to drag him aside to let him cool himself down.)
If Anxin had the chance to talk about all his favourite things about Sangwon, which is, quite literally, everything about Sangwon, from his never-changing hairstyle that frames his pretty face just right, to his soft lips always tinted with a cherry red gloss that Anxin so desperately wants to devour, down to his thin wrists and ankles that Anxin believes he could most definitely grasp in one hand. And the list could just go on and on and on.
Anxin is obsessed, to say the least.
Which is also the main reason why Lee Sangwon was detrimental to not only his health, but to his grades as well.
Every single class he shared with the older omega was wasted away, well not technically, since he can stare at the absolutely magnificent human being just 3 rows ahead. This resulted in Anxin needing at least 10 consultation sessions with the professor a week prior to the exam, filling up all the empty slots designated for the entire class. Which does nothing to save his ass from social scrutiny for hogging the professor, but, he couldn’t give less of a fuck.
That was, until, the professor himself had gotten sick of seeing Anxin’s face every time the examination period came about and emailed him:
Zhou Anxin,
Kindly stop coming to my consultation sessions. It’s been an entire 9 months, I have other students too. If you’d like, you can contact this number for top students that tutor others. XXXX-XXXX
Thank you,
Prof. Kim
“You’re actually shitting me,” Anxin groaned, slamming down his phone and rubbing his face into Jiahao’s shoulder.
He was barely allowed two seconds of comfort before Jiahao pushed his face away, dusting off his shoulder with a twisted look on his face. “Who told you to keep staring at your pink princess all lesson long?” Suren mocked, erupting a sea of toe-curling laughs from the rest of the table.
“It’s okay Hyung, you should probably take up that student tutor offer. That’s how I met Woojinie anyways,” Sanghyeon smiles a knowing grin, lips stretched into an adorable heart shape that Anxin would normally coo over but he’s too busy wallowing in self-pity.
“Yeah I agree. Maybe that’ll help you get over pink princess. Also, contain your emotions, dude, your pheromones are all over the place,” Zihao complains from across the table and when Anxin lifts up his head from the table to flip him the bird, he’s met with Zihao tucked comfortably on Suren’s lap, mid-spoon feeding the latter some of his mǐ fén. He gags and turns to his left, hoping for some semblance of reassurance but was just met with a similar sight of Sanghyeon throwing his legs on Woojin’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck, giggling as they recounted what happened in their previous class.
He feels his neck grow tighter and looks to his right as a form of final destination and promptly screams as he sees Jiahao and Donggyu fumbling away on HIS phone, their giggles not doing anything to calm his nerves.
Without wasting a second thought, he reaches over the table and snatches his phone and due to the momentum of his force, as he pulls his hand back, the s22+ slips from his fingers and he watches in horror as it lands in someone’s bowl of ramyeon, two benches away from his own.
Before his mind could comprehend what just happened, Sanghyeon goes completely silent and he feels Zihao’s chunky ass Nike pros kick at his shin. “Anxin…” both Jiahao and Donggyu whisper-screamed, and that was the exact moment Anxin shifted his gaze from his soiled phone to the owner of the food.
His heart stops and he forgets how to breathe.
“PINK PRINCESS??” He gapes out loud, and thank the lords no one heard that embarrassing outburst.
Sat in the middle of the cafeteria, was Sangwon and his three other friends, 03z or whatever the school dubbed them as.
Kangmin was in tears, doubling over in laughter as Leejeong scans the vast room, trying to figure out where the phone spawned from while blindly wiping the soup splatters on the table with wipes, missing out by a margin. The only thing, or person, that was keeping Anxin from marching up and begging on his knees for forgiveness was Geonwoo, the sole alpha in that friend group, patting Sangwon’s back and frantically wiping at the orange stains starting to bloom on Sangwon’s grey tank top. Once he deemed he salvaged whatever he could, his gaze turned murderous, joining Leejeong in his search for the perpetrator.
Fuck, cursed Anxin, now he had to lie face flat on the floor and find a way to bow even deeper in apology.
In the center of all the chaos, Sangwon looked so adorably lost—pretty coral lips forming an ‘o’ shape, as if the situation hadn’t yet caught up to him. He sat there dumbly, in like a non-dumb way, Anxin’s uselessly supplies. He looked so insanely pretty Anxin almost forgot what he was supposed to do until Suren flicked a straw to his head.
“What are you doing?? Go and fix this mess before Geonwoo eats you up, man that guy is scary. He lives like a dorm away from mine and I heard he absolutely fried his previous roommate for leaving the ac on,” He shivered, hugging Zihao impossibly closer.
That just made Anxin all the more want to not go up and apologise, but he steeled himself, he was an alpha for fucks sake, there wasn’t any semblance of hierarchy between two young alphas…right?
With a deep, long exhale, he decided to finally stand up, powered on by his table’s quiet cheers and marched forward, each step he took made his legs feel more and more like jelly.
Alas, the dreaded moment came to, and he stood right smack in front of the 03z, eyes darting nervously between Kangmin, who was still cackling, to Leejeong, who has his brow raised as he stared at Anxin, to Geonwoo who held a neutral expression and lastly to Sangwon, who looked up at Anxin, adorable boba eyes peering up through long lashes and Anxin felt like he could die right then and there.
Sangwon was so close, so near, so otherworldly unreal. Anxin could see his bleached eyebrows slowly giving way to some black strands growing back, his oh so pretty pink, sparkly blush placement on his cheeks and he could smell the older omega’s peony and cedar so strongly and clearly, he couldn’t help but take in huge lungfuls, and oh was that a hint of cherries too-
His fantasies were short-lived as a pungent, way too powerful wave of licorice and nutmeg assaults his nose and only then can he comprehend that everyone at the table was talking to him.
“Is this guy an actual loser or what…hello??? Dude what are you doing??” Leejeong looked genuinely baffled as he waved a hand in front of Anxin’s face.
“Guys my stomach hurts so much oh my god does this mean I can skip Chem later?” Kangmin managed to spit out through his still ongoing fits of laughter.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Geonwoo’s stern and very much alpha-like voice breaks him out of his trance and Anxin fights the urge to wrinkle his nose at the possessive pheromones leaking out of said alpha in front of him, tall physique towering over Anxin and also blocking Sangwon from his sight.
“Uhh, I just, I just, wanted to apologise…Sorry, that was my bad. I didn’t mean to fling my phone, something just like, uhh, happened. I can wash that shirt for you and like…pay for your food, if you want?” He fumbles lamely, hands forming weird gestures as he speaks, scratching his head and ending off his sentence with a goofy grin, throwing a finger gun at Geonwoo to hopefully lighten the mood.
He almost forgot what was going on when Sangwon’s head peeks out from behind Geonwoo’s body and Anxin swears he’s going to be admitted to the hospital because did THE Lee Sangwon just smile at him?
A hand tugs at Geonwoo’s varsity jacket and the alpha does an entire 360, anger rolling off his shoulders and released a soothing scent, a warm nutmeg enveloping the table as Sangwon cups a hand over his mouth and whispers into the taller’s ear.
Geonwoo frowns but relents and moves away to return to his seat beside Sangwon and slings an arm over the omega.
Anxin feels his eye twitch at the display and has to bite his tongue to suppress the primal urge to growl.
“You’re…Anxin, right? From geography?” Sangwon’s soft voice invades his senses and he visibly melts. Eyes almost closing but he catches himself before he does anything else that makes him seem even more like a loser than he already did.
He also saves the jitters he gets when Sangwon pronounces his name so delicately and carefully for later and he can already imagine the uniform groans his friends are going to be giving him.
“Oh yes. So sorry for that, please forgive me! I'll make it up to you, I swear!” Anxin yells out, posture unbelievably straight which elicits another string of giggles from Kangmin who has Leejeong in a death grip as both betas judge him in their own ways.
“Okay, I’ll hold you to that offer, but it’s fine. I can handle this myself,” Sangwon smiles at him again, and Anxin is sure he’s two seconds away from meeting his creator so he meekly bows one last time, grabbing his phone right from the soup bowl, which definitely wasn’t the best choice as he makes an even bigger mess.
Geonwoo sighs, Leejeong bites his fingers before shoving his face into Kangmin’s shoulder and the latter positively dies, clutching his stomach as he barks out breathless laughter, seconds away from hyperventilating. Sangwon meets his eyes, amusement evident in his glint and Anxin wishes the ground could swallow him whole already.
But Sangwon, the absolute angel that he was, pulls out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to Anxin. No words spoken, just crinkling eyes and pretty lips stretched into an even prettier smile.
And when Anxin grabs it, their fingers touch for a brief moment and his heart thumps so loudly against his chest and he’s sure his pheromones are all over the place since Geonwoo pinches the bridge of his nose in disdain.
He bows one last final time and sprints back to his table, suddenly hyper aware of the stares being sent his way by the entire cafeteria.
When he returns, he can hear his heartbeat in his ears and he promptly squeezes back into his seat beside Jiahao and whatever anomaly Woojin and Sanghyeon were merging together to be. A bang resonates as he plops his head down onto the cold surface and the table finally erupts into noise.
“DID YOU SEE HIS FACE OH MY GOD” Zihao shrieked, reaching over to smack his hand multiple times.
“Oh Geonwoo sooo totally hates you!” Sanghyeon giggles, fully positioning himself on Woojin and swinging his spiky Converse on Anxin’s lap.
“I would’ve gotten the ick if I was Sangwon. Actually no, I already got the ick,” Suren sniggers before a ping sounds throughout the table and everyone laughs even more when Suren sends the entire 8 minutes long video to their group chat.
“You guys are the worst. If my phone’s broken you need to buy me the new iPhone 17 plus pro max,” Anxin sulks from his spot, finally taking out his phone to check for the damages.
He lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding when his phone switches on perfectly fine. Except his relief was short-lived.
A notification popped up on the top of the screen, and it hadn’t come from their group chat.
XXXX-XXXX: Thank you for contacting Student Tutors, I see you need a geography tutor. You’re in luck since you texted us early! Starting tomorrow, everyday for the next 2 weeks straight, you’ll be receiving 2 hours daily of geography classes at your dorm, from 1800 to 2000.
XXXX-XXXX: Kindly text us your dorm’s details and be on time for every session. As always, back out fees start from 300 dollars. This Link will lead you to our homepage. Feel free to text this number for any queries. Happy studying!
“Park Donggyu, Zhang Jiahao, I give you exactly three seconds to make a run for it before I personally get my hands on you and kill you. You have two seconds left,” Anxin’s voice drops an octave and a dark shadow casts over his face.
The table nearly flips over as Donggyu and Jiahao springs out of their seats, no longer laughing as they sprint in two separate directions. As playful as Anxin looked, he was the captain of the basketball team for a reason, despite being one of the youngest teammates, save for Woojin.
“Oh nah, not the government name,” Zihao whispers, phone in his hand as he starts typing out funeral invites.
“Can this day get any worse?” Anxin groans before standing up, popping one cherry tomato into his mouth before stretching his limbs. If one thing was to go his way today, it’d be to catch either one of those two fakes he called ‘friends’ and force them to do cleaning duty for the rest of the month.
He merely pockets his still wet phone and Sangwon’s handkerchief in one pocket before his brain could process the action and he falls to his knees in despair.
Seriously, what was up with his terrible luck today?
He mentally beats himself up and makes a u-turn to go to the nearest toilet and decides that as the captain, he could just force both Donggyu and Jiahao into doing cleanup duty. And while he’s at it, add Suren and Woojin too, for no particular reason.
He smirks inwardly to himself as he conjures up his master plan. That's at least one win for him today.
As he nears the bathroom, he pauses right as he was about to push the door open, hand freezing on the knob as the oh so familiar sweet scent of peonies and cedar fills his senses. Except they were ten times stronger than usual, accompanied by a foul smell of gasoline and…whatever it was. He makes up his mind to go in the moment he hears a muffled yell and kicks the door open for a dramatic entrance.
His heart sinks and an involuntary growl escapes his lips.
His nose definitely didn’t fail him, standing right there was Sangwon in the flesh, a pained expression on his face as another ugly alpha desperately attempts to tear off the soiled tank top, lust rolling off his pheromones as another hand squeezes Sangwon’s cheeks together, silencing any noises being made.
Before Anxin’s brain could formulate a plan, he had already surged forward, ripping the alpha’s nasty hands away from the frightened omega and throwing him to the floor. The alpha lets out a grunt as his back comes into contact with the bathroom stall.
He prepares himself to regain his bearings but Anxin doesn’t give him the time to do that, immediately leaping on the other alpha and throwing a fist at his face. He watches in satisfaction as the other couldn’t do anything but lie there limply, just turning into a punching bag for Anxin.
He only stops when a soft voice calls out his name. Then does he remember that he shouldn’t be caring about the waste of space that was probably already unconscious and be checking up on the omega.
He shoots the pathetic excuse of an alpha one last glare before turning to the older omega crouched at one corner of the toilet, fingers gripping the hem of his tank top so tightly his knuckles turned white. Anxin’s heart breaks a little more when the omega shakes and shivers, breathing laboured.
Anxin bends slightly before deciding to crouch in front of the older, maintaining a safe distance away from the trembling omega and softly starts, “Sangwon-ssi, it’s okay now, don’t be scared, he won’t be able to hurt you while I’m here.”
It’s only when Sangwon responds with a small whimper that Anxin realises that Sangwon’s scent smelled extra sugary and strong.
Was he going into heat?
“Oh fuck,” Anxin blurts out, but quickly reels in his surprised pheromones when the omega whimpers again.
“Okay Sangwonnie Hyung, I need you to stay with me here okay? Sweet thing, is your dorm nearby?” Anxin surprises himself by his calmness and mentally high-fives himself for the smooth delivery.
He’s snapped out of his trance when Sangwon peers up at him through wet lashes, normally brown irises flashing back and forth to a dazzling golden.
“Alpha, please, hurts…take me somewhere, anywhere, please alpha,” Sangwon chokes out, body losing strength and falls forward, landing in Anxin’s warm arms.
“Oh,” Anxin mumbles, caught off guard and he tries to will his heart to quieten the fuck down because Sangwon is so close and if he really tried to, he could probably count how many lashes Sangwon has and also cause Sangwon’s head is laid right on his left chest and Anxin feels like he’s the one going into rut because he’s engulfed in everything Sangwon and he’s slowly going to lose it—
His train of thoughts get ruined as Sangwon lets out a soft whine, muffled by Anxin’s varsity jacket and an idea crosses his mind.
He carefully switches the hand supporting Sangwon and meticulously wriggles his arms out of the jacket sleeves. Once he was done, he cautiously draped the clothing over the older omega and held back the instinctive urge to coo and keep the smaller male in his pocket.
Anxin grins wide and unapologetic as he watches the other let out a satisfied hum and snuggles closer to his chest.
But his streak ends as Sangwon’s relief is short-lived, the omega letting out another pained whimper and another wave of strong peonies falls over them and Anxin was just a boy, a freshly-presented alpha, a pup basically. So he conjures up pictures of Mr Kim’s saggy ass in a two piece bikini and prays to all the Gods in the world that his boner will magically die down, cause his mom taught him better than to take advantage of an omega in their most vulnerable state.
“Hey, Sangwonnie Hyung,” He starts of soft, voice not even trying to hide the affection dripping from each syllable, “I don’t really know where you live, so do you want to come to my dorm and call someone over to fetch you, bǎo bèi?” He didn’t even notice the endearment slip and even when he did, he could only marvel at how nice it sounded—bǎo bèi had a nice ring to it, but only cause it was being used on Sangwon.
Sangwon just hums and Anxin takes that as enough affirmation and slowly rises to his feet, movement less graceful than it should’ve been due to him needing to carry Sangwon up as well.
Just as he was ready to flee the scene, he remembers the banged up alpha on the floor and rolls his eyes. As much as he would love to leave him to rot on the floor, he isn’t trying to land a case on his tail so he switches on his phone in one quick motion and sends a voice mail in Chinese to Jiahao, the only reasonable alpha in his entire friend group, rapidly spitting out long sentences in Chinese before pressing send and pockets his phone in the right side this time, not in the same one as Sangwon’s little handkerchief.
Once he ensures that he and Sangwon didn’t leave anything behind, he crouches down and bends his back, gesturing the older to get on, only to be met with hesitance.
“What’s wrong bǎo bèi? Come on, let’s get you some rest,” He gently persuades the omega, turning around to come face-to-face with the other and tries to play off his sudden sharp intake of air with a cough, hoping he didn’t look as hot and bothered as he felt.
He knows he shouldn’t be feeling like this, especially not when Sangwon was in his most fragile state and had just been assaulted, but he just looked so delectable—raven strands falling over his pretty, glazed over eyes, his cheeks flushed a rosy hue and lips parted—
He stops his thoughts from advancing via a harsh pinch to his hand and mentally slaps himself for ever thinking about the older one in such a scandalous way, especially since he was right in front of him.
Anxin shoots a hand out to clasp over the omega’s cold ones and squeezes it encouragingly, shooting him a soft, genuine smile, before getting into his previous position.
He can’t help but feel haughty as a warm weight presses against his back, how many people could say that they had the Lee Sangwon on their back?
Anxin wraps his hands delicately around the older’s thighs and wills himself to not think about the soft, smooth skin under his palms and instead opts to rasp out a quick, “Hold on tight, princess.”
Throughout the journey, he promptly decides to ignore the way Sangwon’s body start to relax in his hold, the way Sangwon’s cheeks pressed against his hair, the way his dainty fingers interlocked themselves around Anxin’s neck and the way Sangwon hums, cute and satisfied, every time he breathes in the comforting pheromones Anxin was letting out, cocoa and oak wood filling the air around them.
(But truth be told, Anxin was also producing pheromones to mask Sangwon’s heat-amplified sweet scent in case there were any disgusting perverts lingering near the hallways.)
Thankfully, the way back to his dorm was smooth sailing and no one was in sight. Though, he only lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding once he clicks his door shut and gently lets Sangwon down.
And when Anxin turns around, he meets Sangwon’s watery, dilated golden pupils and he’s suddenly way too aware that they, a newly-presented alpha and an omega in his heat, were together, in this small, enclosed, cozy room that Anxin shared with Woojin.
He scratches his head and avoids eye contact with the absolute vixen in front of him. The initially innocent and calm atmosphere of the room now charged with tension.
“So, do you wanna, like…change your clothes? You can use the shower too,” Anxin shyly mutters, eyes trained on the floor and totally not at the way Sangwon was basically drowning in his jacket.
“Only if you want to of course, do you want me to like, call anyone?” He hastily adds, in case Sangwon thinks that he was just another one of those perverts.
He only looks up when he hears a small, breathless chuckle, “I could definitely use a shower, thank you Anxinnie,” and with a weak smile, Sangwon stumbles his way to the bathroom, making a slight wrong turn along the way.
Trying his best to not dwell on the fact that there was only the two of them in his room, Sangwon showering in his toilet, Sangwon using his shampoo and body wash, Sangwon leaving a trail of his lovely scent all over his (and Woojin’s) shared dorm and Sangwon soon to be wearing his clothes, Anxin gets to work.
Firstly, he grabs a towel, a few clean toiletries he keeps around for whenever the boys wanted to hang around and digs through his closet, in search for some of his coziest, worn-out shirts and thin, cotton pants, as well as a fresh set of boxers that Woojin reserved for Sanghyeon when he slept over (but Sangwon needed it more now) before placing them on the floor, adjacent to the toilet.
Next, he rummages through his cupboards, and luckily finds some heat suppressants Sanghyeon keeps lying around in case anything happens (Bless him, Anxin will definitely be buying him the next JUSTHIS cd release). He carefully pops out one of the small pills, as well as paracetamol and places them on a small petri dish, settling a glass of water beside it.
Once he deemed that everything he needed to do was done, he collapses on his bed and fishes his phone and Sangwon’s handkerchief out of his pockets and notices that his phone was 10% away from dying and promptly charges it, only to be met with a noisy beeping that says, ‘Foreign objects or water found in charger port, device can only be charged with a wireless charge’.
He sucks in a long breath before grabbing his pillow and screaming into it. Thank god he and Zihao had tested the soundproofing-ness of the different objects in his room, so he had no worries of making a fuss.
His heart drops impossibly further as the battery levels drop down to an 8 and immediately gets to work—opening TikTok and pressing on his ‘Favourites’, scrolling through a dozen collections, (When the hell did he even have a ‘country bops to cry to’ in his collection, with over 20 videos saved in it?) and finally landing on the ‘water in phone’ one.
He mutters a quick prayer to whichever of the beings above that this would work and that the water would be expelled from his phone by the time his phone reaches 1% so he could send Woojin a heads up of the unexpected visitor.
But just as he finishes settling his phone on the little drawer in between the two super single beds, random buzzing noises blaring from the TikTok video, the sound of the bathroom door catches his attention and he immediately tries to act cool, trying and failing at leaning his back onto the wall and ends up lying down on the bed.
And when he was about to get back up, peonies and cedar invades his senses, mixed with the familiar smell of coconut and mint from his shampoo.
In walks Sangwon, and Anxin wishes he was lying back down from how light-headed he feels. Sangwon looks impossibly hot and insanely delectable, raven hair damp, swimming adorably in one of Anxin’s most-worn shirts, the hem of it only reaching the middle of his thighs, neckline draping off one of his shoulders, exposing the pale, unblemished skin which was slightly pink from the warm shower.
As Anxin lets his eyes wander, he’s suddenly way too aware of the fact that Sangwon decided to disregard wearing the cotton shorts Anxin gave him and was he even wearing boxers? The shirt covers everything that needs to be covered but does nothing to stop the heat bubbling inside of Anxin’s stomach. He lets his intrusive thoughts win and dares a slight glimpse at the older’s long, thin legs and oh how he wished that those legs—
He snaps out of his fantasies when Sangwon, still standing at the edge of the bed, fidgets at his spot, trembling slightly under the intensity of the stare, opens his mouth to whisper meekly, “Uh, Anxinnie?”
And the named boy checks his imaginary hypothesis, Lee Sangwon was indeed, detrimental to his well-being cause he has no right saying Anxin’s name that prettily and delicately.
“Oh yes! Sorry Hyung, you can give me the towel and there’s some heat suppressants and a Panadol there. Once you’re done, you can just rest on my bed, I’ll just hop in the showers. That guy’s pheromones are seriously throwing me off,” Anxin wrinkles his nose in disdain at the thought of that piece of shit but that quickly melts into a dopey smile when Sangwon lets out a small giggle.
When he walks into the bathroom, Sangwon’s lingering scent is so overwhelming and Anxin wants to drown in it forever. And his thoughts slowly wind back to how Sangwon’s thighs felt so smooth, the flushed look, the exposed jugular, where he imagines his mating mark will be imprinted on and Anxin should really stop doing this.
Was he really this pent up? Even normally, he wouldn’t be this turned on thinking about Sangwon, so why now? Anxin was a normal boy, one that watched his fair share of porn and jerked off regularly, so why was he acting so uncouth, especially when said omega was probably lying on his bed right now, who was also in his freaking heat.
Before his brain could conjure up any more weird theories, his hand unconsciously twisted the faucet, sending a downpour of ice, cold water down Anxin’s hot and bothered body. As painful and unsexy as it was, it definitely helped to silence his body’s instincts and he quickly finished up the rest of his shower.
When he steps out of the bathroom, he makes his way into the bedroom-kitchen-living room area and he feels his shriveled up buddy fighting to stir at the sight of Sangwon laying on his bed, drowning in his clothes, his shirt ridden up so high it exposes the slim plane of his waist.
But more than that, the sheer domesticity of this entire scene makes Anxin’s heart race so fast, he swears if it were to ever join F1, it could easily beat Max Verstappen.
As if sensing eyes on him, Sangwon lifts his head up and Anxin swears his eyes are playing pranks on him when he sees the slight shift in Sangwon’s glum mood.
Like an over-excited bunny, the older happily pats the empty space on the bed and Anxin, the ever lovesick fool, follows blindly and sits gingerly on the edge.
“Feeling better, Hyungie? Do you need me to call anyone?” Anxin asks, the slightly dejected pheromones flowing out of his being exposing his true feelings to the thought of Sangwon needing to leave.
“No…none of my friends are done with their classes and they all have evening sessions. Can I crash here? Just for a while? Pretty please, alpha?” Sangwon pleads and Anxin feels his breath hitch at the name. Sangwon’s pink lips purse into a pout that Anxin just wants to kiss and how could he ever say no to that?
“Okay then. Rest, hyungie. I should probably leave you to yourself…” Anxin trails off, already starting to stand but instantly halts as he feels fingers tugging at his shirt.
“Noooo, alpha stay, please,” Sangwon whines, loud and pitchy and Anxin even likes this bratty side of the older.
“Are you sure, bǎo bèi?” Anxin asks once more, for good measure and to double confirm that his Sangwon-obsessed mind wasn’t putting words into his mind.
“Yes, alpha. Cuddles please? ‘M sleepy,” Sangwon complains softly, already dragging Anxin to lie next to him.
The normally vast bed for one person feels so warm and full and Anxin doesn’t know how to sleep alone again. Especially not after Sangwon’s already shown him just how comfortable laying together could be.
The moment the two of them had settled into better positions, Sangwon quickly curls into Anxin’s side and the younger indulges in his own desires, wrapping a strong arm around the older, pulling him in closer.
It seems like it was a good decision on Anxin’s part as the omega lets out a contented sigh, snuggling into the alpha’s chest.
“I like your scent, Anxinnie,” Sangwon mumbles, slow and lazy, the little shapes Anxin’s fingers drew on his skin lulling him to a quiet slumber.
“Really? I like yours too, Hyung, a lot,” Anxin reciprocated, maybe a bit too much, sincerity dripping like the sweetest, stickiest honey from every word that came out.
But he doesn’t get a reply and only receives soft, even breaths in return and he holds back the primal urge to just start screaming as his throat tightens from the immense joy he was feeling.
Maybe his unlucky streak was just to even out this precious gift—taken in the form of a certain Lee Sangwon.
Soon, the thoughts of his Geography teacher, his new student tutor, the soup incident, the shitty alpha, and his phone mellow out into Sangwon’s steady breathing and he too, succumbs to sleep.
(He also forgets to check up on his phone, which died the second he stepped into the shower, and as a result, forgets to send Woojin a warning that Sangwon was at their dorm.)