His Little Omega(HLO)

Seungmin's post-shower high crashed the moment his towel hit the floor ''fuck''. The adrenaline, the bite marks, the way his thighs still ached from being pressed against the lounge wall none of it mattered because he'd forgotten to ask for Minho's number. His phone clattered to the bathroom tiles as he slumped against the sink, staring hollowly at his reflection. All that scheming, all that planning to seduce his idol crush gone to waste, and he'd walked away with nothing but a ruined pair of panties and a throat that felt like it had been scoured with sandpaper.