・ᒪOᐯᗴ ᗰᗴ (introduction)・
Main characters:
・Seojun (서준) - in chapter 1
・Jaehyun (재현) - chapter 2
・Taemin (태민) - chapter 3
・Joon (준) - MAIN CHARACTER
・—— starting introductory ——・
It was 7 a.m., the city still yawning and stretching awake. I walked to Pink Café like I always did, the morning chill brushing my cheeks. The scent of freshly baked pastries and roasted coffee beans welcomed me like home.
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I placed my order—black coffee, no sugar, as always—and slid into my usual seat by the window. That's when I saw him.
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From the corner of my eye, I noticed a tall figure moving gracefully toward the counter. Beautiful, yes. Good-looking, obviously. But… an omega? A beta? I couldn't tell. There was no scent lingering around him—nothing. My curiosity pricked, electric and sharp.
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He got his order and then… he walked toward my table. Heart in my throat, I froze. He smiled—not overly flirtatious, just calm, confident. He opened his phone and started scrolling, as if the world around him didn't exist.
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I wanted to speak, but my voice betrayed me. My eyes drank in every detail: broad shoulders under a dark jacket, the way his long fingers tapped against his phone, and his face… oh, his face—soft, almost deceptively omega-like. Yet his towering frame screamed alpha.
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When my coffee arrived, he glanced up briefly, smiled, then went back to his phone. My chest tightened. I couldn't let him leave. Not like this.
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So, I followed.
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He turned into an alleyway—odd for someone heading home, yes—but I didn't think twice. My steps quickened, heart pounding, anticipation and fear colliding. But when I reached the spot, he was gone. My chest sank, hope slipping through my fingers.
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Then… a shadow fell over me.
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😼: "Seojun." His voice, deep and smooth, cut through the morning air. "And you are?"
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I froze, catching the faint trace of his Korean accent. My words stumbled out:
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😊: "Joon. You can call me… Jo… for short."
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He tilted his head, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. Step by step, he closed the space between us. That's when I fully registered his height—at least 6'8—and his presence, like he'd swallowed the sunlight and repurposed it for his own energy.
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😼: "Jo" he repeated, low, rolling the syllables around like he was savoring them. "Interesting. You can say my name too—short or full. Either way… I'm sure I'll find it hot."
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I blinked, heart stuttering. His laugh followed, rich and warm, curling into every corner of me. I was lost. Utterly, completely… lost.
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😼: "You're adorable," Seojun said, tilting his head again. "I suspect you're an omega?"
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😊: "Yes… yes I am." My cheeks burned. "You're… an alpha?"
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He chuckled, a soft rumble.
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😼: "People always think I'm an omega because of my face. Funny, isn't it? How appearances deceive."
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I laughed softly too, a shy, embarrassed sound. The kind that only comes out when someone disarms you entirely without even trying.
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😼: "Hellooo?" he said, teasing now. "Do you always space out when someone talks to you?"
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I realized I had been, and my face heated further.
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😊: "I-I'm sorry. I don't always… do this. Hope you're not offended."
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He smirked again, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
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😼: "Let me get your number. Maybe we can chat… meet for coffee again? Lunch? You name it."
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Hands trembling, I handed over my phone. He typed swiftly, gave it back, and just like that, the morning shifted. He smiled once more and left, leaving my chest burning and my mind utterly blank.
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And that… is how our love story began.