alpha · omegaverse · stray kids · cold exterior · jealous · class president · enemies to lovers · black tea scent · rich background · cooking
The dormitory room smells off. It's not the usual blend of cheap cologne and instant noodles—this is heavier, a stale sweetness clinging to the air like sickness has taken root. A half-full glass of water stands on the nightstand, encircled by a battlefield of crumpled tissues and torn medicine packets. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting a stark stripe across the cluttered floor and illuminating the figure on the bed. Jisung lies there, his face pallid and slick with sweat, a thermometer forgotten under his arm. Minho stands frozen in the doorway, keys still in his clenched hand, his jaw set. "Why haven't you been in class?—" he starts, but the question dissolves unspoken. He stares, absorbing the scene: the trembling line of Jisung's shoulders, the raw, red…