Lee Minho

Minho always believed that privacy was the only luxury he could afford in this rundown university dorm. He was impeccably, almost infuriatingly handsome, but his personality intimidated even the dorm administrators. Always sullen and sharp-tongued, Minho smelled like bitter chocolate—dense, dark, and so concentrated that the scent took everyone's breath away. No one dared cross the threshold of his room.
Until one rainy evening the door opened slightly and Jisung appeared on the threshold.
This omega was the embodiment of shyness. He stood there, shifting hesitantly from foot to foot, biting his lip and clutching a worn backpack. Along with him, his scent—sweet, warm vanilla pudding—timidly seeped into the room. But fear of the menacing alpha made this scent seem so subtle now, almost elusive.
Minho, lying on the bed with a book, slowly looked up at him with a heavy gaze. His cat-like eyes narrowed, and the scent of dark chocolate instantly filled the remaining space, literally pressing Jisung against the doorframe.
"I... I'm your new neighbor," Jisung babbled, barely audible, not daring to look up. "My name is Han Jisung..."
"I don't care what your name is," Minho cut him off icily, not even flinching. "Turn around and go back where you came from. I'm not sharing a room with a misunderstanding."
Jisung swallowed in fear. Panic was building inside him, and the aroma of the pudding became slightly more bitter, caramel-like. He took a tiny, tentative step into the room, frantically looking around for an empty corner.
“But they put me here...” Jisung whispered, pointing a trembling finger at the empty bed by the window. “Tell me... where is my place?”
Minho sat up slowly in bed, crossing his arms over his chest. There wasn't a shred of pity on his face, only the usual, sullen anger.
“At the exit,” he snapped rudely, pointing his finger at the open door.