ALPHA UNIVERSE #3: BEAUTIFUL TROUBLE

CHAPTER 5

The sun is at its peak, and Jisung would lie if he's not affected by it.

The rolling of his sweat down his jaw, his grey PE uniform drenched from his sticky skin, the weird bubbling of his stomach, and the controlled heavy breaths.

His heart is also thumping erratically, hands on his knees as he inhales much oxygen after running three laps around the soccer field.

It's their PE class, led by their favorite hunk of a teacher, Shin Wonho, who's now in between dismissing the class early.

Jisung scrunched his nose for the amount of strong scents swarming around the covered court beside the field, his throat desperately craving water, hoping to at least freshen him up.

"Class dismissed. See you next week."

"THANK YOU, SIR!"

It made the young pure alpha run to his bag, immediately rummage for his bottled water, and let out a relieving groan once the cool liquid passed through his dried-up system.

"The weather's fucked up," one of his beta classmates, Yedam, said. "You're fucked up."

Jisung tiredly laughed, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Yeah, the sun exhausts me. Do I look really bad?"

"Mmm, nah, but I assume your scent is pretty bad 'cause I can smell it from here."

It made his brows raise a fraction. Yedam is at least one and a half meters away from him; he's a beta, and betas have very bad senses. It can only trigger within their close proximity, and it worried Jisung so much.

It just meant he smelled too strong for the beta to sense at a fair distance.

"Don't worry, it's understandable. The weather's too hot, and we just finished PE. If that is, you have... well, another problem." The male beta smiled and tapped his shoulder.

Jisung squinted his eyes, raking his brain for the possible problem—if there really is one. He shook his head after a moment, deciding to crash in the swimming team's shower room, then settled in just a plain white shirt, black jeans, and black converse.

For the rest of his afternoon schedule, the pure alpha struggled a little to continue his remaining classes.

Every time he would go out of the classroom, the sun would continuously greet him with a big, hot hello as he'd navigate through his next class.

It annoyed him so much for the fact that his classes are from building to building, not to mention that his very first class is PE, so he's already exhausted by it—not just him, but the whole class.

It's also troublesome, as his nose is continuously catching up on the musky scents of alphas, or the raging sweets of omegas. It made the pure alpha dizzy, his system burning.

It made him want to throw up for the nth time, although this time, his nose was suddenly covered with a cloth.

Jisung leaped in shock, his eyes snapping at the culprit and instantly widening after seeing a familiar brunette.

"You little–"

"piece of beauty, I know," the female beta cheekily cuts him off with a wide grin. "Having a problem, dear Jisungie?"

"Fuck off," he grumbled, yanking her hand away with a scentless handkerchief.

"I personally prefer you as the second word."