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“Huh?”
“I said I like you, idiot!” The omega rolled his eyes.
Teetee blinked, utterly dumbfounded. Was the most sought-after omega, the gem of the vocal department, Por, who happens to be his best friend for four years and is the omega he’s been courting for the past three months, confessing to him?
“You mean it?” He hurried, stumbling over his own words, and Por nodded, not looking him in the eye, the tips of his ears burning red. “No take backs!” He added and saw Por’s eyebrows knit together as he kicked the alpha on his shin. “What the fuck are you talking about, idiot! I wouldn’t say it if I don’t mean it!” He huffed and looked to the side, blushing and not meeting the younger’s eyes yet again.
Teetee let go of his leg, pretty used to the abuse from the smaller man, looking fully at him and taking the intoxicating scent of lavender in, the ethereal beauty of the most important person in his life, and he wondered how he got so lucky.
“So does that mean you’re mine now?” The smirk that broke onto his face wasn’t controllable; in fact, his alpha was howling at the mere idea of claiming their desired omega.
Por’s blush spread down to his neck. He looked up, lips naturally pouting. “Did you even ask?” He tried to roll his eyes, but he was equally as affected by the rain scent and the overpowering alpha pheromones. He could clearly smell the possessiveness that was radiating from Teetee.
“Would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend, my dear singer?” The question came out flirty. Teetee was far too close in Por’s personal bubble; the taller’s fingers gently grabbed Por’s and intertwined them together.
The omega looked up, breath hitching when he realized just how close Teetee was. He gulped.
“I… thought you’d never ask.” It came out way more meekly than he intended, merely a whisper rather than sass, and the smirk widened. “I might as well buy a lottery ticket, for today is my luckiest day.” And Por finally chuckled, pushing Teetee a bit by the chest to catch a breath. “Cheesy.” He remarked.
“But you like it!” Teetee chuckled himself, carrying both of their bags on one shoulder, then diving to grab Por’s hand with his free one. “Let’s grab a meal! It’s on me.” He chirped happily.
“We’re splitting the cost, idiot. You have an upcoming project you need to save up for, remember?”
And Teetee whined, complaining about his modern art class project that’s costly, swaying their intertwined hands and leading them to his car.
Yeah, he was definitely the luckiest.