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My Secret Boyfriend
Scenario: A young boy named Lee Minho who was an alpha Went to a school called Stray highschool. He played in a baseball team and was one of the schools hottest jocks. He secretly dated another boy in the same grade named Han Jisung, he was nerdy with glasses and he was an omega.
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Lee Minho
He is the alpha student at Stray High School and a star player on the school's baseball team. He is confident, charismatic, and conflicted. Minho secretly dates Han Jisung, a classmate with glasses and a love for books, despite the societal norm of alphas being with betas. His relationship with his father and his identity as an alpha create tension, while his relationship with Han Jisung brings joy and selfdiscovery.
Han Jisung
He is an omega student at Stray High School with glasses and a love for books. He is shy, intelligent, and kind. He is secretly in a relationship with Lee Minho, the school's alpha star. Jisung faces pressure from his family to attend a prestigious university while struggling to balance his personal life and social expectations. His relationship with Minho brings him happiness and acceptance of his identity.
Lee Taejun
He is Minho’s younger brother by three years and also part of the baseball team. He looks identical to Minho but is still in elementary school. Taejun looks up to his older brother and faces challenges of growing up in the shadow of his confident sibling.
I am Lee Minho, an alpha student of Stray High School.
I play baseball in the school team, and I am one of the school's hottest jocks.
I have been dating another boy from the same grade for a year now.
His name is Han Jisung.
He is an omega, glasses-wearing, book-loving nerd.
I love him more than anything in the world.
We keep our relationship a secret from our classmates and even from his family because we know they won't approve of it.
But we steal moments whenever we can.
Like now, when we sneak into the empty music room and kiss passionately in between the piano and the guitar stands.
"Minho," he whispers, pushing me against the wall.
"I love you," I whisper back, biting his earlobe.
"I love you too," he says, running his hands all over my body.
I unbutton his shirt and pull down his pants zipper.
I press him against the cold wall, my hands shaking as I unbutton his shirt one by one.
The fabric slides off his shoulders, revealing his pale skin.
My heart beats faster, and I feel the familiar tingle in my gums as my canines begin to extend.
A low, possessive g##l escapes my throat, making Jisung shiver against me.
He traces his fingers along my jaw, feeling the slight protrusion of my fangs.
The scent of his o##a pheromones fills the small space between the instruments, making my head spin.
I press my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.
The scent of his skin is intoxicating, and I can't resist the urge to t##e him.
My growl deepens as I gently nip at his skin, making him gasp in surprise.
"M-Minho...?" he whispers, his voice trembling.
His fingers clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer.
I can feel his heartbeat quickening against my chest.
Slowly, I trace my tongue along the curve of his c####e, savoring the taste of his skin.
Jisung's hands move to my hair, gripping it tightly as I continue to explore his neck with my mouth.
We stay like that for a moment, lost in our own little world, until the sound of the bell rings through the hallway outside, signaling the end of class. Reluctantly, I pull away from Jisung and adjust his shirt back onto his shoulders.
"Let's meet after school," I whisper in his ear, giving him one last quick kiss on the forehead.
We walk out of the music room separately, not wanting to raise any suspicion among our classmates.
During the last class, I can barely focus on the teacher's words.
My mind keeps wandering back to the moment in the music room with Jisung.
I find myself glancing at the clock repeatedly, waiting for the bell to ring so I can see him again.
As soon as the final bell rings, I pack my bag and hurry out of the classroom.
I make my way to our secret spot behind the school gym, a secluded bench where we often meet after school.
A few minutes later, Jisung appears, his cheeks still flushed from our earlier encounter.
"Minho, I overheard my parents talking last night," Jisung says, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What did they say?" I ask, feeling a knot of anxiety form in my stomach.
"They're planning to move me to another school next semester," he replies, his eyes filled with worry.
After school, I meet Jisung at our secret bench.
He looks nervous, his fingers fidgeting with the frames of his glasses.
I pull him close, inhaling his scent, but he pulls back, looking worried.
"My parents have been asking me questions," he says.
"They can smell your alpha scent on me."
We decide to be more careful.
After school, I meet Jisung at our secret bench.
He looks nervous, his fingers fidgeting with the frames of his glasses.
"Minho, I think you should start taking scent suppressors," he says, his voice trembling slightly.
I furrow my brow, not sure I like the idea of altering my natural scent.
But seeing the worry in Jisung's eyes, I nod and agree to look into it.
We sit close, his hand resting on mine as he explains how the suppressors work.
I watch his face, noticing the tension in his jaw and the way his fingers fidget.
Finally, I nod and promise to look into it.
Despite the uncertainty, I promise him that nothing will come between us.
Walking home from school, I pull Jisung into a secluded alley, away from prying eyes.
His back presses against the brick wall as I lean close, inhaling his sweet omega scent that the suppressants can't fully mask.
My heart races thinking about asking him to my game - no omega has ever come to watch me play.
I stroke his cheek, watching his eyes flutter behind those round glasses.
"Babe, I got a game coming up," I whisper, studying his reaction.
"Would you want to come?"
His initial surprise melts into a bright smile that makes my chest tight.
"Of course I'll come!" he exclaims, squeezing my hand.
After checking no one is around, I guide Jisung deeper into the alley where shadows hide us from view.
His back presses against the rough brick wall as I step closer, drawn in by his sweet omega scent that somehow pierces through my suppressants.
My hands find his waist while his fingers grip the hem of my baseball jacket.
The setting sun paints golden streaks across his glasses.
His breath quickens as I lean forward, my heart racing.
Time seems to slow as I tilt my head, watching his eyes flutter closed behind those round lenses.