Beyond Relationships // KAOEARTH OMEGAVERSE AU

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A low humming was heard in a room where a beta was currently cleaning the floor. His hands were busy wiping the mess one of the kids must have spilled on their lunch. He would usually leave the cleaning up to the staff assigned, but he felt quite good, so he volunteered to do it on his lunch break.

A shadow hovered over the beta, and he looked up to find one of his coworkers named Pineare, who was eyeing him confusedly.

"What's up, Pin?" Earth arched a brow while smiling brightly at the girl who was younger by two years than him.

Pineare frowned, seeing the grin on the older one's face, "You sure are weird, Earth. Just a few days ago, you would be gloomy over the windowsill, but today you're too happy even to clean up the mess."

"What's wrong with your coworker to be happy over something in his life for once?" Earth replied while grumbling. He had finished wiping the mess, and he brought the dirty rag to the cleaning staff who was waiting for him.

"Well, just let him be, Pineare. Don't rob him off of the only thing that made him that bright," Plan, Earth's other coworker, said in a mocking tone. He laughed, seeing the glare sent by the beta he was talking about.

Earth eyed the plate that Plan was bringing with him, narrowed his eyes as his nose picked up a weird smell. "Is that rotten food?"

Plan looked slightly hurt, and he cradled the plate to his chess as if protecting it from Earth's harsh words. "It's only an omelette I made; how can you be so cruel as to say this is rotten?"

"But it smells like one, though," Earth argued; he scrunched up his nose in disdain.

"It smells alright to me, Earth," Pineare said after she took a whiff of the omelette.

"Yes, it's good, though!" Plan gushed, looking insulted. Then, wanting to prove that Earth had a problem with his sense of smell, he brought the plate closer to the other beta's nose.

Right as the plate was a mere three centimetres apart from his nose, Earth gagged. He immediately ran to the bathroom while covering both his mouth and nose with his hand.

The beta hadn't had lunch yet, so he was puking out his afternoon snacks on the toilet when he arrived in the bathroom. Earth was sitting on the bathroom floor, which happened to be dry, fortunately, and had his head over the toilet seat.

Five minutes passed, his stomach already empty of its contents; he was dry heaving instead. Then, finally, he felt a hand massaging his temple, and he was forever glad for them as the motion eased his disobeyed stomach.

He brushed his teeth to wash off the smell of vomit from his mouth, and then he stepped out of the bathroom looking quite haggard.

"You were sick, Earth?" Pineare asked, looking pretty concerned for her coworker.

Earth shook his head as he sat down on an empty couch, and he slowly gulped down a glass of warm water, which soothed his stomach a little.

"Plan said he was sorry to cause you to throw up, and he didn't want to go near you just yet because he still has the smell of eggs, which was the trigger of your nausea," Pineare explained to the listless beta who had his head on the arm of the couch.

"The director said you better go home and rest, Earth," Plan said, standing at the doorway, far away from the beta on the couch.

Earth nodded weakly; he rested on the couch for a while before gathering his things and headed out of the building.

"Earth, wait!" Pineare ran after Earth before the beta had the chance to go far.

Earth turned his body around and saw Pineare holding out something for him.