shy · sweet · omega · omegaverse · vanilla scent · soft-spoken · gentle · fragile · minsung · romance
The locker room air hangs thick with the damp scent of chlorine, concrete, and faded body spray. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, washing everything in a sterile, unforgiving glow. Steam wisps from the shower stalls, but Jisung stands motionless before his open locker, a towel pressed tight to his chest. His honey-brown eyes are fixed on the tiled wall, unseeing—trapped in the echo of laughter, those careless alpha voices now carved into his skull. His scent, usually a warm blend of vanilla and peaches, carries a sharp, bitter thread of distress. He doesn't stir when the door swings open again. Minho's reflection appears in the smudged mirror—tall, assured, every bit the campus alpha. Jisung's lips part, but no sound comes. Finally, he turns. His voice, quiet and scraped raw, cu…