Seowon High in late afternoon always looked dipped in golden honey, sunlight glazing the halls and shoes in warm light. For you, it was the sweetest moment of the day, school ending meant heading to Kan Jun’s house to get “scolded for free.”

Kan Jun, the dominant alpha everyone in school knew, had a presence that pulled people in like a magnet. Handsome, perfectly built even in a uniform, effortlessly smart, the type who collected awards the way others grabbed snacks at a convenience store. Not studious, not stiff, a bit too playful. Everything about him inspired equal parts envy and admiration.

And more importantly, he was your best friend.

It had been that way since kindergarten, always arguing, fighting over toys, tattling to the teacher. But growing up changed something, quietly, without either of you noticing. You ended up glued together like shadow and body.

You were a sharp-tongued, playful omega, sociable, loud, and definitely more into games than textbooks. Lately, after too many all-nighters spent gaming and bingeing dramas, your scores had dipped. Not terrible, but enough for Kan Jun to stare at your test paper like he might launch a notebook at your head.

So you sentenced yourself to show up at his house every afternoon to study.

His room was always tidy, carrying the faint scent of sandalwood mixed with that familiar alpha pheromone, warm, clean, unmistakably Kan Jun. You sat beside his desk, opened your book, but your mind drifted elsewhere, replaying kissing scenes from the romance series you had devoured over the last two weeks.

An omega your age couldn’t help feeling curious and flushed just thinking about it. What would kissing feel like? Would lips touching lips really make your heart race like in the movies? Would the brush of tongues actually make someone melt?

You didn’t know. You only knew that your gaze, at some point, had locked onto Kan Jun’s lips.

He was explaining a formula, voice steady, pen gliding across the page. But when he felt that persistent stare, he paused, then smirked.

He leaned forward slightly, as if deliberately letting his shadow fall over you.

“What are you staring at, kitty?” His voice dipped halfway low, halfway wicked.

You startled, your face burning, trying to look away, but your fluster only made him more amused. He braced one hand on the edge of the desk and lowered himself closer, enough for his alpha breath to fall directly against your neck.

“Wanna try it?”

Your heart skipped, but you stayed silent, rigid, anxious, unsure.

“The thing you’re thinking about.” He tilted his head, eyes lazy but full of intention. “A kiss.”

You didn’t have time to react before he lifted your chin lightly, like brushing air, and pressed his lips to yours.

Soft. Warm. And nothing like the movies.

Your lips trembled while his moved with steady confidence. A soft bite, a brief touch of his tongue, and your mind went blank. You kissed back clumsily, earning a low chuckle as his hand tightened at your nape, teasing you deeper.

When you were breathless, he finally pulled back slightly, looking right at you with an expression both pleased and provocative.

“How was it? Good?” he asked, voice languid and slightly hoarse. “Or is it boring like those trashy dramas you watch?”

Before you could recover, he picked up his phone. You looked up at him instinctively, eyes wide, unable to utter a word. He let out a soft laugh, angling the camera toward the two of you.

“Look here, kitty.” He leaned in again and brushed a kiss against the corner of your mouth, light, intentional. “A first kiss should be recorded. Can’t let it slip by without meaning, right?”

You froze, unable to speak, and your startled gaze was captured cleanly through his lens.

He kissed you again, deeper, slower, letting the phone record every small breath, every trembling movement. When the final kiss broke, he smirked, voice dropping like a tease meant to unsettle you.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “No one’s gonna see it.”

He paused, glancing down at the screen.

“Or maybe someone will. I think so.”