OUTLANDISH | MINSUNG FF | OMEGAVERSE

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"Pain moves us forward, changing us into something else, something we need to be."

-Michelle Moran

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"Get the fuck away from me you idiot!" Jisung pushed a hazed minho away from him. He gave a warning glare and stormed out of the washroom. He can't let anyone know his second gender. Though he doesn't know his type yet, however he's sure that he would be an omega, he has known it for quite a while now. How? That's a story for another time.

He has to act tough like an alpha to survive.

The fucking audacity to back him up on the wall. No one has ever touched or manhandled Jisung like that. Who the fuck does he think he is. His mate or what?! I mean he won't even tolerate this shit from his mate.

Jisung has to stay clear from this stupid guy, or next time, his mood won't be stopping from teaching him a lesson.

Meanwhile, Minho had come back to his senses in the now abandoned washroom. He couldn't understand why the scent made his wolf excited. Until now, even the most alluring omegas smelled disgusting to him. It was really shocking for him to actually like a scent after so many years. That's the reason he stood perplexed for a minute straight. Minho's reflexes and situation control was impeccable, and someone has come in town to prove the undefeated wrong.

He remembers experiencing a brief moment of euphoria in the closeness with that bluefish. But he soon came to his senses, angering coursing through his veins, thinking about the disrespectful treatment he got just now. Ruffling through his hair, he stormed out of the washroom to deal with his anger.

But he couldn't explain if the anger was because he got disrespected, or there's someone who can affect him, after so many years of him thinking that he was practically undefeated.

What a load of bullshit I am thinking right now. It must be that bluefish's perfume, and coincidentally I discovered a fragrance I liked. He can't be my mate. Not a chance. He doesn't seem submissive and is pretty disrespectful to add. He absolutely is not an omega, therefore I need to defeat him. But the scent was so good though.

I need to get my hands on his perfume.

The last thought made him cringe.
This blue fish is fucking up his mind.

Therefore, he decided to go straight to the gym to break some equipments. He'll deal with that disrespectful wolf later. Making his way to the 3rd floor with a vein visible on his temple, the other wolves cleared the corridor as they went, the situation being too familiar.

Reaching the gym, Minho fished out his hand wraps from the bag, throwing it away to the bench angrily. Closing his way in towards the boxing bag, the other alpha present there quickly scurried away. Though he was built as well, but knew enough to avoid the trueblood's wrath.

He took off his leather jacket, tossing it on the floor, and rolling up the sleeves of his fitting shirt. Then started the heavy punches on the poor punching bag.

Fuck my life.
Fuck my position.
Fuck dad's arrange marriage.
Fuck fake people.
Fuck bluefish.
Fuck everything.

With these thoughts roaring inside Minho, the small depression created earlier by the former alpha, the punching bag was now nearly ripped apart, by only around 15 punches from the trueblood.

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On the other hand, Jisung made his way to the cafeteria. Whenever he gets stressed or mind fucked, he craves his comfort food, i.e. Cheesecake. Although he wasn't so sure if the canteen had it.