GIVE ME FEVER || Jakehoon

One

I have never been to a club.

I haven't until 1 hour ago when Sunoo, who clearly has no experience either, forced me to join our microbiology block mates. I was told that we'd have a casual discussion regarding our upcoming midterm project but all I see are drunk-ass veterinary students getting it on.

"You look like a middle-aged man waiting for his young wife to finish shopping on a 50% off one-day sale.", said Sunoo as he hands me a drink.

"And you're my young wife.", I sarcastically retorted and then took a sip of whatever he gave me to which I immediately regret. I have tasted alcohol before but never really enjoyed it. More importantly, I can't be drunk with all these people around. I must be careful. 

I could feel Sunoo observing me from his seat while alternately sipping his drink and munching on the leftovers on the table--everyone's leftovers.

"Oh come on, Jake.", he chugged the cocktail down to the last drop, "This ain't so bad."

"What? I didn't say anything.", I murmured loud enough for him to hear.

"You didn't have too.", he took a bite of a chicken wing, "I can see it on your face." 

"Does my face also tells you how badly I want to leave?"

"And do what? I'm doing you a favor here. Tell me, when was the last time you did something that's not on your 'to-do' list or daily routine?"

"Today. Right now. This whole thing? Not suppose to be part of my day.", I answered with no enthusiasm whatsoever. My nights consists of doing homework, playing with Layla, cooking dinner and planning for the next day. How did I go from that to this? There's only Sunoo to blame.

"Exactly! You never try new things. I mean It's great that your life is going according to your plan but it's somehow unhealthy, unrealistic even.", he sighs, "You're like a good dog that never misbehaves. Wait, you also look like a dog, specifically a border collie."

"Basically, your telling me that I look like Layla?"

"Yea, you're like the male version of your dog-- but that's not the point! What I'm trying to say is that you're missing out on life. This is college, we're suppose to stay out 'til 6 am and regret it later...", He left his mouth open as if he still has something to say but ran out of words and so he just shoved a slice of pizza inside his mouth.

I just stared at him in amazement as he inhaled the platter one by one. I once suggested that he should start making mukbang videos and upload it on youtube. He liked the idea and said that he'll drop out of college once he became famous. That conversation immediately turned sour when he asked me if how long do I think the nice comments will last once they learn that he's an omega. 

Sunoo is an omega and so am I, but he doesn't know that. Nobody knows, not even my family.

Omegas are deemed to the be lowest class in society because they're the most submissive role out of the three. Another factor that contributes as to why they are labeled as such, is the effect of their pheromones to Betas, especially to Alphas.

It doesn't matter whether you're a male or a female, 3.8/5 omegas are raped on a daily basis. Omegas live in fear and uncertainty, preoccupied by the thought that a friend, a family member, or a mere stranger could violate them anytime.  

"So...You eating that?"

And then there's this omega who thinks of nothing but food and what he'll be eating for the next meal of the day.

"Nah, suit yourself. You can have my half eaten soggy french fries."

And eat he did. 

"Listen, I need to go to the toilet. I'll be right back."

I'm not going to pee, I just needed an excuse to take my suppressant somewhere private. I would consider my self as a decently intelligent person but sometimes I make poor life decisions and coming here is one of them. I have no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to go clubbing while I'm on my heat cycle.

Sunoo just gave me a thumbs up with his cheese powder and ketchup covered thumbs.

As I make my way through the crowd, I couldn't help but notice how the club is flocked by Alphas. Even though they're out numbered by the Betas, there's still a concerning amount of them in one place. I can smell them feets away, it's mainly the male alpha that has a distinct scent. 

There's a group of them near the hallway leading to the restrooms, talk about an omega's nightmare. The whole area reeks of Alpha pheromones it makes me want throw up. I only hope they won't trigger me back into heat. To be sexually assaulted by multiple men isn't part of my night routine either.

I must have been staring at the group for too long because one of them is now staring back at me. The guy then whispered something to the person next to him, they both looked at me and sneered. 

I bolted.

I ran towards the restroom like my life depended on it. 

Does he know that I'm an Omega? Is that what he told his friend? Can they smell my pheromones?

No. no. That's impossible.  I took my pills 4 hours ago and I still have 2 hours left until I start releasing pheromones, I should be fine.

I looked at myself in the rest room mirror and saw a face covered in sheer panic. This is what every Omegas look like with suppressed heat, dilated pupils and disheveled appearance, what an mess. With a face like this, had I not work out or change my whole wardrobe to dark colors, I'll definitely come across as an Omega.

For now, all I can do is take my pills and suck it all up.

I reached for my pant's front pockets, then the back, I also checked the pockets on my jacket.

I found no pills.

"I left them at home.", is all I could say.