MISANTHROPE

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a tiring day of living once again for seungcheol. the crooked world was all he ever hated. despised, even.

his annoying alarm screamed it's casual ringtone, groaning wearily as he hid under the grey duvet. he hated his routine of waking up early in the morning, but could never stop it.

after minutes of horribly contemplating his energy-draining life, seungcheol finally woke up, getting out of bed. he then went to get changed.

he was wearing a comfy grey zip-up hoodie with a tight white tank top under, and slightly loose gray joggers. seungcheol was to work out today, according to his normal schedule.

as the boy travelled to his kitchen to drink his favourite, he realised that he ran out of coffee powder, again.

baksu. fucking great. seungcheol had to take a small trip to the convenience store, which meant more talking with other humans. fucking hell.

honestly, seungcheol was fine being called a misanthrope. he was extremely antisocial, and only has like, four actual friends. mingyu, wonwoo, jihoon and vernon. literally, he did not give a single shit for anyone else.

letting out a frustrated sigh, he put on a black mask and a black hat, and took his phone, airpods, grey flask and wallet, leaving his dull apartment.

but that wasn't without putting on scent blockers.

you see, reader, this is an omegaverse story. yes. omegaverse. i sincerly (not) apologize for putting in the classic story trope, but i wanted to. deal with it like how seungcheol deals with his mental life. thumbs up.

choi seungcheol does not like humans, as hinted in this chapter so far. and so, him being an omega was even worse. omegas attract attention. in no way would seungcheol allow that. so he resulted into pretending he's a beta. very smart.

productive enough, someone had made scent blockers, so it's fine. seungcheol wants to give a huge thanks to the person who made scent blockers, but they're probably dead anyway.

walking out his apartment, he enjoyed the winter winds that bashed onto his skin. it felt relaxing. he'd rather sit in the cold like this than go to the convinience store. but luck wasn't on seungcheol's miserable side today. boo-hoo.

the convienience store was nearby, and he was glad about that. he didn't have to irritatingly drive or hike to some magically far area just to eat, and he was thankful of the universe for that. not really.

the bells chimed against the glass door, seungcheol immediately hating the store. people. ugh.

the misanthrope quickly got a few packets of instant coffee, and went to the self-checkout. and what did i say about luck? it wasn't on seungcheol's side. for the self-checkout machines, were out of bounds. hooray.

seungcheol exhaled, and forced himself to go to the cashier. right there, was a deer-like boy. he had brown locks and the usual work uniform. beautiful, anyone would say. his nametag had 'hong jisoo' written on it. like he'd care, seungcheol just wanted to drink coffee.

the handsome cashier boy noticed that, seungcheol was quite a looker too. though he noticed no scent from his customer, he was faintly attracted. you know, those small crushing phases when you're at a place like an airport or a football stadium and you see the most jaw-dropping person ever.

that's what the cashier was feeling. like, damn. the cashier even wondered if he should ask for seungcheol's number, but thought it'd be too weird. but he gave it a shot anyway.

"okay, that'd be 9,900 won and your number." the deer-like boy tried to attempt a smooth flirt, only gaining a disgusted look from seungcheol. well, he didn't know half of his face since it was covered by his mask, but judging by the way seungcheol's eyebrows furrowed, he was definetely disgusted.

silent, seungcheol just gave 10,000 won, and left the counter, going to the free-use kettle. he did not want to meddle about with no one. the cashier was left confused, his pride hurt to be rejected.

all the antisocial boy was thinking, was, what the fuck.

but he tried to ignore the cheesy attempt, and made coffee swiftly, sipping it with a tiny, tiny smile.

coffee was his life, to be honest. the caffiene-filled drink had kept him with such a calm aura. without coffee, me as an author, i'd probably think he'd commit some mad crimes. maybe arson.

a bit further away, the cashier stared at seungcheol, sneaking in a picture of the boy. he's ethereal, the cashier thought. what a sneaky little stalker.

the misanthrope had already finished his coffee half-way through his flask, and decided to save some for the gym, just incase he felt like destroying someone's face.

and so seungcheol left the convinience store to go work out, not without giving the cashier one glance. that glance also made the cashier wave and flash a smile at the hidden omega, and he automatically turned away with a cold feeling.