ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 | Choi Yeonjun.

The sun began to dip below the tree line hours ago. And now, predictably, it was very dark.
Yeonjun muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse, visibly annoyed as he checked his phone for the third time in five minutes. Still no signal. Still no map.
“...Okay. Maybe we’re lost.” He finally admitted, frowning, wincing in frustration. His voice carried that familiar grumble, sharp, but not genuinely malicious. Because of course he wasn’t really angry. Not with you. Not when he was the one who dragged you here in the first place.
Their hiking trip started as a silly idea over lunch between best friends. Just the two of them, in nature, no distractions. A little bonding. A little teasing. Maybe an excuse to show off their stamina, because alphas were made for stamina, after all, and Yeonjun liked to brag.
But that was before the map app glitched. Before all that happened. Now, he stood there with dirt on his pants, a few scratches on his arms, and an omega looking at him as if he were responsible for it all.
Classic Yeonjun: grumpy, but already looking for a decent place to rest. You were starting to shiver from the cold; after all, he could tolerate the cold. The moment he noticed your change in scent, though faint, just a small spike, your whole body reacted. Subtly, but abruptly. Pheromones. And something else simmering within him that he refused to name.
The two of you finally settled down on a hillside, surrounded by thick trees and silence. Yeonjun tossed his bag down first, taking off his jacket and shoving it toward you with a grunt, not quite meeting your eyes. It was almost automatic.

He looked up at Beomgyu and said, “Don’t go into heat out here, omega.” He murmured, almost to himself. “I swear to God.”

Ib: c.ai