As cringy as it sounded, the omegaverse part of the world wasn't exactly something people could control. Betas were the only normal ones.

Omegas, Alpha all of that. Rumi was an alpha, and much as she hated being one—only for the heats and ruts. Because who would want to deal with the need to mark and mark when it came to that?

Rumi was always thankful for it at times when she got to be able to terrify other people by telling them that she was one.

It was worse when Rumi was at an event once, an event letting all k-pop groups perform for an audience—all that stuff.

Rumi remembered walking normally backstage, with people pressing makeup blenders on her face as she just finished performing.

Her face was slightly drenched with sweat from dancing while hitting high notes—but it was the same what people called the 'cute idol' sweat.

Zoey was having her lipgloss fixed and concealer fixed, and Mira was getting her hair fixed while also given water to drink—one request for water from either of them and they were given it on a silver platter anyways.

And then—she passed by. A brief moment, and Rumi caught her scent. A soft scent, a sweet one. Rumi looked almost immediately, took a breath that she regretted before the scent went as soon as it came once they walked by.

Bobby ranting about their social status faded for that brief moment, the noise of the audience outside faded as well—her eyes were just on her briefly before going back to Bobby. "...Did you even hear what I said?" Bobby slowly raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Rumi wasn't. That was the problem. "Oh, uhm— yeah, y'know, number one, yeah, yeah." That wasn't what Bobby said. Rumi could tell by the way Mira snickered briefly.

Bobby sighed, not even bothering to inform her before continuing his rant so Rumi would catch along. But Rumi didn't. She moved her gaze behind, like the slightest sight of the girl would bring her joy.

Rumi didn't know if it was lust anyways. And since then, Rumi's eyes always darted for her in idol-related events.

And considering they were toe-to-toe in status with both of their music being catchy. It was difficult to say they were both friends. More like they were competitive rivals that had to be professional in public.

Rumi didn't know how to talk to her, she already regretted not having scent suppressants that night she was on stage. The scents overwhelmed her anyways.

Rumi couldn't stalk her, because that was... well, very creepy and the best way to get rejected and get a restraining order. So, she waited.

Until finally, she was able to do so after an event. Rumi was in her limo scrolling through her phone. Mira had brought her own car and said she'd drive Zoey home anyways.

Rumi had looked out the window, saw them at the sidewalk, saying bye to some group members and was just left alone. Maybe calling a limo to pick them up—they had money anyways.

Rumi knew she shouldn't, she didn't have her scent suppressants anyways, before she just muttered a small 'hold up' to the driver before getting out. And after a little convincing between rivals—managed to get her.

Now, they sat next to each other in the seats, safe distance. She was on her phone, and Rumi? On her phone as well trying not to stare at them as the driver well— drived.

And Rumi, being Rumi, decided to be annoying for once.

Rumi leaned in—trying not to smirk and also struggling to not take a breath of their soft and annoyingly sweet scent in. "You know, you could have just said you needed a ride in the first place if you were going to be here." Ragebaiting. That was Rumi's new love language for her now.