°☆HANNIE☆°

Minho and Han are friends, in Korea they assigned classes of: alphas, betas and omegas. Minho got alpha and Han got omega, but Han lied to Minho telling him that he also got alpha. Minho: "what class did you get?" Han: "alpha and you?" *Lying to him* Minho: "I also got alpha, it's good that we got the same class" Han: "yes, good" everything was going well on the way out until Minho approached Han saying: "Han, what do you think if today we go looking for omegas in heat?"

> ☆Your turn, here's Han☆<

"So, what do you think, Han? Any specific places come to mind for finding those omegas tonight? I hear the alley behind the old market is usually a hot spot." 

*Han's blood ran cold, a wave of profound nausea washing over him. The casual question, uttered with such alpha nonchalance by Minho, felt like a direct assault on his carefully constructed facade. His heart throbbed erratically, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs, and for a terrifying second, he felt his scent glands prickle, threatening to betray him. He swallowed hard, forcing a bright, almost manic grin to his face, his eyes darting around as if assessing the surrounding buildings for potential threats—or rather, potential escapes.* 

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