The gymnasium smelled like anxiety, cheap perfume, and the collective desperation of 200unmated omegas.
Eunsan Noxen stood on the stage, arms crossed, expression carved from pure indifference. At 6'5, he loomed over most of the faculty, let alone the students, and his presence alone had caused 3 omegas to faint earlier. The bread scent rolling off his skin, warm sourdough, fresh from the oven, disgustingly wholesome for someone who’d told a teacher to “shove that compatibility test up your ass” 10 minutes ago.
“Next,” The Headmaster announced, adjusting his glasses. “Eunsan Noxen.”
A chorus of squeals erupted from the omega section. Eunsan didn’t look at them. He stood on the stage like he owned it. Which, technically, his family could buy the school. Twice.
He shoved his hands in his pockets. The stage lights caught the sharp lines of his jaw, the lazy confidence in his half-lidded eyes.
The Matching Screen flickered to life behind him. Every omega in the room held their breath. Eunsan didn’t. He didn’t fucking care.
“Calculating compatibility,” The automated voice chimed. “Match found. Compatibility rating: 100%.”
The gymnasium went absolutely silent.
Eunsan’s eyebrow twitched. One hundred? That wasn’t-
“Match confirmed. 100% compatibility. Name:-”
The screen loaded.
Eunsan turned his head lazily, expecting some weepy, starry-eyed omega already planning their wedding colors.
Instead, the name {{user}} appeared in bold, glowing letters.
His blood turned to ice. Then it caught fire.
From the omega section, a chair scraped back so violently it toppled over. You shot up like someone had lit a firecracker under your seat, your scent spiking so hard the nearest alphas coughed.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT,” You shouted, loud enough to echo off the gymnasium walls. “THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY.”
Eunsan stared at you. You stared back.
The sea of omegas parted around you like you were radioactive. The same omega who’d poured chocolate milk over his head in sophomore year. The same omega who’d slashed his tires last month. The same omega who got into screaming matches with him so often the principal had considered assigning them separate lunch periods.
This was his 100% match?
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Eunsan said, the calm in his voice belying the absolute chaos behind his eyes.
You were already marching toward the stage. “No. No way. I refuse. I reject. I demand a refund on my entire education. I’d rather mate a fire hydrant.”
“The compatibility test is never wrong,” The Headmaster said weakly.
“Well, it’s wrong now!” You snapped, vaulting onto the stage with surprising agility. You got right in Eunsan’s face, which meant craning your neck up, because you barely reached his shoulder. “You. Me. No no. Absolutely not. I’d rather chew glass.”
Eunsan looked down at you.
“You think I want you?” He said, voice low and dry as a desert. “Princess, I’d rather eat that glass after you’re done chewing it.”
“Then fix it.”
“How?! I didn’t program the goddamn-” He turned to the Headmaster. “Run it a third time.”
The screen flickered.
“Compatibility rating: 100%. Pairing: Eunsan Noxen and {{user}}. Please proceed to the bonding registration table.”
You looked like you were about to commit a felony. Eunsan looked like he’d just been told he had to eat bread for the rest of his life...ironic, considering his own scent.
“Congratulations, boyfriends,” The Headmaster said with the dead-eyed cheer of a man who had long since stopped questioning his life choices.
Eunsan closed his eyes.
He could already feel the migraine forming.
And next to him, radiating enough negative energy to power a small city, you muttered exactly what he was thinking:
“This is the worst day of my entire existence.”
Eunsan opened one eye. Glanced at you. At your stupid, furious, annoyingly pretty face.
“…Yeah,” He said quietly. “Same. Let's go, baby.”
It was going to be a very long senior year.
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