when your city broke my skin and bones (say don't go) | WOOSAN

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'San! Right on time,' Jo says, standing at the top of the stairs with her hands on her hips. She glances at her watch. 'Ten minutes early, you must be eager,' she adds with a smirk, and San wonders if she can smell it in his scent. There's lots of stuff everywhere about scent control and all this malarkey, but it must be a load of shit, because it all sounds impossible. San, for one, no matter how many how-to articles he reads, can't control his scent anymore than he can control when his heat comes.

'Right,' Jo says, seizing his arm when he steps onto the landing next to her. 'Here's how it's gonna go. I'm gonna introduce you to the team, brief you on the scene, then you're going to get yourself ready. Then we'll shoot. Okay?'

'Okay.'

There aren't that many people here, unlike yesterday, and San can pull apart the scents hanging in the air. The amount of musk in San's nose tells him there must be quite a few alphas here, their scents thick with arousal. San swallows. He's knows it's what he's here for, but knowing things, imagining things, is vastly different to actually living them.

Jo drags San through the masionette, pointing at people as she rattles off names so quickly he can't match names to faces. 'You already know Sandra, but that's Dean, assistant director. That's Jess and Sienna'--Jo points at two Asian omega girls around the kitchen table--'they're actresses, of course. Morning, girls.'

Jo opens and closes doors as she goes, striding around purposefully. In what seems to be the living room, a group of alphas lounge on sofas shoved into a corner, the rest of the room filled with dressings tables littered with makeup and cabinets bursting with sex toys and lingerie, all sorts of kink equipment San's never seen in real life before and wouldn't know how to use, and shelves full of cameras and filming equipment San can't name.

Jo points at the alphas, four white men and one Korean man. 'That's Hanbin, he's also Korean, and Joe, Dawson, Ken and Sean.'

Hanbin is the only one San can pick apart, who flashes him a devilish smile. His features look intricately cut, a sharp nose and a sharper jaw, his eyes bright and as dark as his hair. Hanbin is painfully attractive and from the smirk painting his lips as his meets San's gaze, he knows it too. God, San hopes it's Hanbin who fucks him.

The other alphas, one blond and the other three with varying shades of brown hair, are good looking enough, San supposes. Two of them have beards, one neatly trimmed and the other wild and scruffy and long; the alpha with the long beard has a tangle of dark hair just as messy and unkempt, his body stocky and muscular and large. He looks like a biker; he looks like the type of alpha who uses the old fashioned, now derogatory term of bitch for omegas, not that all bikers are like that. San's met numerous bikers who were so sweet and gentle they were practically teddy bears. But something in the hard glint of this biker's eyes, something about the way his eyes land on San, makes his gut twist. He really, really hopes this guy won't be the one to fuck him.

The other alpha with the beard looks just like every other white man in those cringey, toxic romance films, although San will admit he does have very nice, very blue eyes. The blond one has a strangely shaped face, all points and hard angles, and the the beardless, brown haired alpha is the least attractive of them all, but his eyes never leave San. San doesn't know if the alpha's staring means he finds San attractive or disgusting; his skin crawls under the alpha's gaze.

Jo pulls San along again, pushing him into what looks like a bedroom, but must be the main filming room. Sandra and a beta who must be Dean stand around with cameras, arguing over the use of lube. The room, which must be the masionnette's master bedroom from the size, is empty of furniture but for the double bed against the middle of the wall. There are big light boxes on stands pushed into the corner of the room, reminding San of school picture day when he was so much younger. Summer morning light shines brightly into the room from the window on the far wall, filtering through the white gauzy curtains.