♢ Mystic Messenger Hell ♢

Alpha/Omega: Jumin × Zen

Warning: this is kinda gay

“You would think that in a world dominated by scents and finding your significant other based on their scent, people wouldn’t make artificial scents.” Jumin rubbed at the bridge of his nose, before letting out an irritated sigh.

“Oh, it’s not that bad, Jumin.” Yoosung commented as he hugged Celine from behind. He buried his nose between the crook of her neck and breathed in, eliciting a giggle and blush from her. “The perfumes sometimes heighten the scents to make them more attractive.”

“Do I need to get a perfume to make myself more attractive, Yoosung?” He shook his head like an excited puppy.

“You smell as sweet as honey, no perfume could make yourself smell more intoxicating.” His voice pitched lower and his smile turned teasing, but Seven came up and patted Yoosung roughly on the back.

“We get it dude, you’re an alpha, no need to rub it in our face.” Yoosung chuckled and got out of Celine’s neck. Jumin gave a scoff at Yoosung’s previous comment.

“Make a woman more attractive and intoxicating? If anything, it burns my nose and it’s overbearing.” Jumin crossed his arms.

“Well I , for one, think that the perfumes are appealing to the nose. You don’t know something good when it’s placed in front of you.” Zen gave a huff, before sticking his nose up and taking a deep breath. He let out a soft exhale, a smile on his face and Jumin stared him down. Zen gave out a huff, his cheeks flushing slightly and he turned and walked away.

“It’s unbelievable to think that he’s an alpha.” Yoosung commented.

“You’re one to talk, you were practically screaming omega before Celine came around and now look at you.” Yoosung gave a huff at Seven’s remark but they laughed it off, Jumin remaining silent.

“Haven’t you noticed though?” Celine motioned Seven to come closer. “Jumin tries to keep it under wraps but I’ve noticed he’s been looking distracted. Not only that, Zen has been making a big deal about scents ever since last week.” She spoke quietly. The three glanced over at Jumin, who was staring off into the distance. Yoosung and Seven looked back at Celine.

“I don’t get it.” Yoosung spoke.

“Wait, are you trying to introduce that Zen isn’t an alpha?” Seven asked. Celine nodded.

“I mean he’s always boasting about being an alpha this, alpha that. Have you noticed the change of scents recently? Someone here smells stronger than before.” Celine whispered.

“And it’s not me nor Jaehee.” Seven added. Celine was about to continue talking when Yoosung stuck a wagging hand between them.

“Guys, look! Jumin is going for the kill.” The three looked after Jumin, who was stalking into the crowd, swiftly and proudly.

“Holy heck, he isn’t kidding around.” Jumin continued walking towards a group of girls that surrounded Zen, pulling him by the elbow aggressively out and away.

“It’s Zen?” Yoosung tilted his head to the side.

“It’s Zen!” Celine shook Yoosung. “C’mon, c’mon, let’s follow!” The three trailed behind, going towards the balcony that Jumin had pulled Zen to.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you mad because I’m more alpha than you?” Zen barked. Jumin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as  Zen picked his fight.

“Oh, please, who are you kidding? I could smell you as you as you entered the hall.” Zen cringed.

“T-That’s not me! You’re probably losing your senses and think it’s me, but it’s not! I’m an alpha!” Zen crossed his arms defensively.

“Really? It’s not Yoosung, since he has Celine. Seven is an alpha and even Jaehee. Out of everyone’s, your scent stands out to me the most.” Jumin stared him down and Zen found himself frightened by his words.

“My scent stood it to you? W-What, do you have feelings for me or something?” Zen asked jokingly, running a hand through his hair mockingly.

“I do, is there a problem?” Jumin challenged and Zen took a step back.

“W-What? Stop kidding around asshole, I’m an alpha, there’s no way you can fall for me and the feeling isn’t mutual!” He snapped back.

“Then what’s with the stuttering?” Jumin took a step forward and Zen took a step back. “What’s with the blushing and the fighting?” He took another step closer to and Zen bumped into the railing of the balcony behind him.

“H-Hey, what the hell-“ Jumin placed his hands on the railing on other side of Zen, pinning him in.

“What is with that sudden spike of that stupid intoxicating scent you just had?” Jumin grumbled.

“I-I’m not an o-omega…” Zen stammered.

“You’re doing a really good job at proving that.” Jumin leaned closer and pressed his lips against Zen’s and Zen almost melted.

“THEY KISSED!” The two of them jumped and separated, looking at the source of the noise. Celine was piled on the ground over Yoosung and Seven.

“What are you doing!” Zen nearly screeched.

“We wanted to see what was gonna happen.” Seven admitted while Celine shushed him loudly. Jumin gave an aggrivated sigh and Zen fidgeted.

“Well at least we know now that Zen was the omega between us.”

“Shut up!”