No time to waste (on another pretty face) | SUNSUN 𐙚

~Ch:7~

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See, Sunoo and Jake had been in the same first year Omega Activism: Gender, Sexuality, and Dynamic in the 21st Century course together. Sunoo had taken the course because he found the syllabus online and thought it sounded interesting. And Jake…well…

In all honesty, he had probably just skimmed the course’s title and saw the words “omega” and “sexuality” and immediately enrolled based on that limited information alone. And really, he had probably only seen the word “sex” in “sexuality”, and assumed the best but ended up being the worst student in the class.

Poor Jake had the mind of an alpha getting an engineering degree. The course might as well have been taught in hieroglyphs with how confused Jake had been, desperately trying to make eye contact with anyone else in the class for help. Alas, he had been the only alpha in the room and his intense attempts at eye contact freaked everyone out too much to offer assistance.

Well. Everyone but Sunoo, who had taken pity on Jake and felt bad that the alpha had wasted his money on a class he had given up in and had started playing The Sims on during lectures. So, Sunoo had politely offered to share his notes with Jake and explain any concepts to him that didn’t seem to click with the alpha.

And it hadn’t entirely been because of how handsome Jake was! Really! Sunoo had actually just come off of being freshly rejected by the hot alpha who worked at the campus stationary store who was paranoid that people only wanted to date him for his employee discount. So Sunoo hadn’t even been looking for a boyfriend!

But it wasn’t a crime for his eyes to linger on Jake’s obscenely handsome face, his striking nose, his full lips that would probably be able to suck a watermelon through a straw-.

Not that Sunoo was even seriously thinking about that though! It had barely been a passing thought!

See, Sunoo had expected his interaction with Jake to last half an hour at most, before leaving with enough good karma to last him for a week and never speaking to Jake again. He would be relegated to a story Sunoo would tell in passing, the strange yet sexy alpha who had joined a class on omega activism just to get his knot wet and who had failed miserably. Like Icarus flying too close to the sun, but far less poetic and far more pathetic.

So, Sunoo had invited Jake to the library and handed the alpha his Sanrio themed notebook with a puffed out chest. He had been pleased as punch, riding off the high of his good deed, that he barely noticed how Jake wasn’t looking at the notebook but instead was staring right at him.

“You have to open the notebook.” Sunoo encouraged. “That’s where the notes are!”

“You’re really pretty.” Jake blurted out, holding onto the Sanrio notebook in his hands like a lifeline as he poured his heart out to Sunoo. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

…

“What?!” Sunoo squeaked, cheeks bright red as his brain struggled to catch up with what was happening before him. “Did you…did you just pretend to be stupid to…to try and get with me?”

It had been a very convincing con, but Sunoo had no respect for it!

How dare Jake take advantage of Sunoo’s desire to be a good person and use his dashing good looks to manipulate the omega into falling for him? Had he heard about Sunoo’s reputation around campus? That he was just some sort of easy slut obsessed with alphas who’d roll over at the slightest scrap of affection thrown his way? Just because Jake had the glowing golden skin of a beach babe, the eternally windswept hair of an idol, and lips so plush that Sunoo wanted them against his (both upper and lower), didn’t mean squat!