The Claimed Omega

Flipping his notebook, Minwoo stops as he sees the keyword he is looking for. Although the name would suggest otherwise, Endocrine and Reproductive System is not an interesting class for him. Currently, his favourite would be neurology, which is mentioned frequently in the subject he is revising, but for the most part, the only thing that keeps him in the class is the fact that he needs a pass to graduate and become a doctor. That's it.

Turning onto his stomach on the yoga mat he brought, Minwoo starts scribbling as he tries to remember everything he learned today. Since it is already December, night comes rather quickly so he only has two hours left of sunlight before he will have to go back to his room. Not to mention, it gets really cold at night, and today is colder than usual so he doesn't want to be here longer than he needed.

He has been waiting here, everyday ever since he got the DNA result back. Every single weekdays, from the time he gets off from class until it gets dark, for the past two months, maybe three. He asks Wonho to meet him every time, but the man never did. He won't blame him, though. Minwoo did, almost killed him. If his memory of that night is correct, it is a miracle Wonho is even alive and running around. Away from him.

Still focusing on the textbook, Minwoo sits up, sensing something familiar.

This scent…

...Wonho?

Minwoo lifts up his head and looks around for the omega but there is still nobody around. Pulling out his headphones and putting his notes into the bag, Minwoo sits still, facing the lake, trying not to get excited. He can hear slow footsteps making its way towards him and holds his breath. He peeks to the left at the source of the sound until he sees his omega, seemingly reluctant to take another step forward.

Seeing that hesitation, Minwoo sighs and hides his scent, trying to calm the man enough so he can at least get closer to the lake so they can talk without having to shout at each other. And it works as a few minutes later, Wonho gets further from the slope, and closer towards him, though only a few steps.

'You came.' He finally starts, and he knows the other heard him because his hold on his own arm got tighter. He didn't even say anything threatening and yet, that was Wonho's reaction. It doesn't feel good at all.

'Are you cold?' There is no answer. Thought so.

'Why are you here?' Still nothing. Licking his lips and taking a deep breath so he won't burst, he gives up on the useless attempt to chitchat. 'I got the result.'

'I told you I don't need it.' Finally. 

'I know. But I did it anyway.' Minwoo takes the envelope out of his bag and stands up to give it to the omega but before he can even make it a few inches, he sees the panic in the latter's eyes, his legs in a stance indicating his readiness to escape. That is almost similar to the face he was making that night…

Frowning, Minwoo suggests, 'I'll just put it right in the middle and come back here. I won't come near you.'

Thank god he watches enough action movies to think about that negotiation technique. Getting back to his mat, he notices Wonho eyeing his every movement, just like a scared puppy. How it bothers him.

'Go on.' He signals

'I don't need it.'

'And yet, you're here.' He knows it is inappropriate, but he really enjoys the slight shame in that beautiful face as the omega cannot find a word to counter that attack. Hey, he is frustrated too. He had been coming here, every day, sunshine or rain, until nighttime, surrounded by animals and insects, for the past two months, waiting for the man to come. He deserves to enjoy at least this much triumph.

'Are you gonna keep on standing?'

'The rocks hurt.' Minwoo smiles at that answer. He cannot recall the man ever saying that when he sat here last time they were together. That is cute. Getting up again, he lets out a loud sigh when again, Wonho goes full alert.

'Relax. I'm just putting this here.' He leaves another yoga mat and gets back to his own. 'It's more comfortable to sit on this.'

'I'm not staying.'

'Anything you say.' Minwoo turns towards the lake, pretending not to care. And sure enough, Wonho is still there, just standing, staring at the envelope. 'Aren't you going to at least take a look? Since you're already here…'

He sees Wonho flinches a bit at his sudden voice and laughs a bit inside. Still so stubborn. 'You already know what's written.'

'I'm not telling. Read it yourself.' He looks at the omega who has a worried frown. He doesn't know how to take that expression. To be honest, he doesn't know how to react to Wonho's presence in the first place. 

What made him come here? If he wants to know the truth, why is he hesitating? 'I haven't read it. I don't know the result but I know I didn't do it. The envelope's still sealed.'

Again, Minwoo pretends to look away, and slowly, Wonho begins to make his move. Yes, he knows how to deal with the omega now. He had practiced with the feral cat last time and her reaction was exactly the same as Wonho's - any sudden movement and she ran, any steps taken before she was ready and she hissed, and most importantly, if Minwoo placed some food, stepped away and pretended to look the other direction, she would come closer. 

Which is why he is convinced that Wonho is actually, a cat. 

Glancing at the omega a few moments after he hears the envelope being ripped off, he notes the change in the man's expression, although very subtle. He knows it is negative from the softened look, but Wonho still has his poker face on. 'I know it won't change anything. I, just feel that you need to know that. It's fine if you don't wanna meet me anymore.'

It is still silent, so very silent that Minwoo can hear his heart beating violently. He said what he said but he didn't really mean it. He didn't actually want Wonho to stop meeting him. He still wants the man, no matter how fucked up their situation are. 

Minwoo almost jumped in joy as Wonho places the yoga mat, still in the bag in its rolled-up condition, and sits on it as if it is a log. And there he is, just gazing towards the lake, his pretty white nose red from the cold. Every time the wind blows, he will close his small eyes, and Minwoo will just stare, feeling all giddy from the adorableness.

Seeing how Wonho doesn't bother saying anything, Minwoo reckons he is waiting for him to speak, maybe to clear things up. He has no idea where to start, 'I remembered. What happened that night.'