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“Remind me again. When’s your class festival?”
Enon asked around another mouthful of rice. But Yudrain did not answer immediately, the silence lingered just long enough to draw attention to itself. Enon’s chewing slowed. With a faint crease between his brows, he set his spoon down against the table and turned to look at Yuder properly, suspicion flickering across his sharp eyes.
“Why’re you making that face? Did it get canceled or something?”
“…No ”
“Then why the hell aren’t you answering?”
“…You were the one who said not to talk while eating.”
Enon had always scolded Yudrain whenever he spoke during meals, not that the man himself observed such restraint. Enon talked constantly while eating — grumbling, complaining, swearing under his breath, and occasionally starting arguments for no apparent reason. More than once, Yudrain had wondered why such a rule existed at all, when its creator broke it more faithfully than anyone else.
So in the end, it seemed the rule applied only to the unfortunate Yudrain.
Remembering that, he kept his mouth shut even while being questioned. Across from him, Enon cleared his throat once before speaking.
“You can answer when I ask you something.”
So that was his permission to speak — granted only when Enon happened to want an answer.
Yudrain let out a quiet sigh.
Enon’s frown deepened at once, suspicion and irritation settling heavily across his face. It looked as though he was about to snap at him — or reach over and pinch his cheek first, as he often did whenever displeased. But before his hyung could do either, Yudrain answered in his usual calm voice.
“ Next week.”
“You say ‘next week’ like there aren’t seven damn days in one.”
Enon’s tone came out irritated, but conversational — more habit than anger. He was used to pulling information out of Yudrain piece by piece, like coaxing water from stone, rather than reacting to anything said.
Yudrain, after all, never offered more than what he deemed was necessary.
“ …Wednesday.”
“Hm, Wednesday.” Enon rubbed his chin before asking again. “What time?”
“ …… ”
“That question needs an answer too, you brat.”
“ …Ten in the morning.”
“Ten…”
Enon had been swamped at the hospital lately, and the coming week promised to be worse. Most of his colleagues had taken leave, leaving him buried under the remainder of their workload — interns to supervise, procedures to oversee, and a full slate of surgeries already scheduled.
Honestly, he wasn’t even sure he could make it to Yudrain’s festival at all.
Little did he know, that was exactly what Yudrain wanted.
Because if Enon ever saw what his friends were planning for that festival, he would almost certainly faint on the spot. And once he came to, he would not stay calm for long — he would drag Yudrain straight back home, hit him without real malice but plenty of frustration, and curse him out continuously while grounding him for a duration even he could not reasonably calculate.
So Yudrain could only hope Enon’s schedule stayed as it was: packed, chaotic, and inconvenient enough that he would have no time to attend at all.
And to make things more convincing — to ease whatever lingering guilt his hyung might carry — Yudrain spoke in a tone carefully measured, one that would not invite objection or disappointment even if Enon ultimately did not attend.
“You don’t need to come if you have work.” Yudrain set his spoon down calmly. “It’s only a loud gathering anyway.”
“Are you stupid? That’s your last school festival!”
Enon snapped at Yudrain’s nonchalant attitude. After all, unlike previous years, when his younger brother had plenty of time to participate without much worry, this year Yudrain was a senior. He no longer had that luxury.
First- and second-year students tended to throw themselves into the school festival the most — running booths, haunted houses and cafés, organizing performances, plays, and concerts. Final-year students, however, usually participated far less intensely. With the CSAT looming, many were already under immense pressure, and some schools even excused them from major duties altogether.
Even when seniors did get involved, it was typically limited to brief appearances, helping with planning, or casually attending rather than dedicating days to running events.
So, even though Enon found it extremely strange that his younger brother — who had always shown an outright dislike for those events — suddenly announced he would participate in one, Enon chose not to question the boy's decision.
Instead, he softened the thought in his mind, thinking that perhaps Yudrain simply wanted to make more memories with his friends, to enjoy what little time remained of his highschool life, and to follow through on the advice he himself had always given him.
“I’ll try to keep that day free. And If something comes up, I’ll just ask Lusan to cover for me.”
Please don’t do that. Yudrain silently pleaded.
“Is Lusan hyung not busy as well?”
“Taking another shift won’t kill him.” Enon clicked his tongue. “Besides, he’s always slacking off anyway. Might as well learn to deal with real pressure for once.”
“Hyung is the only one who actually likes working under pressure.”
“And who said that?!”
“Lusan hyung said it.” Yuder replied evenly. “He described your work pattern as robotic, he also said that even when you stay the night at the hospital, you barely sleep.”
“Because I’m busy working, you brat. I’m saving lives, not slacking around.”
“Exactly,” Yudrain said calmly. “Your work is more important than a school festival.”
Enon narrowed his eyes at Yuder, suspicion sharpening his gaze into something keen enough to cut through even the smallest lie.
“Why do you look like you’d rather I didn’t come?”
“…That isn’t true.”
“ Really?”
“Yes.” Yudrain answered firmly, even as his heart pounded hard enough to betray the entirely different answer he wished he could give. “I’d like you to be there, but if you’re busy there’s nothing I can do.”
“Don’t worry your head over that.” Enon spoke in a colder tone than before, his lemon-bright eyes sharpening with a quiet, unwavering determination. “I’ll make time. Even if it screws up my whole schedule.”
…Damn it, It got worse.
Yudrain, who had intended to subtly dismiss the topic and steer his hyung away from attending the school festival altogether, failed — spectacularly.
Instead of deterring him, his words had the opposite effect.
Now Enon looked fully set on clearing his schedule, not just the morning shift, but the entire Wednesday, all for the sole purpose of finding out exactly what his little brother was so desperately trying to hide.
★★★
“Is Enon hyung really coming?”
Gakane asked, his gaze shifting between Yudrain and Kanna as they sat across from each other.
“…He said he'll make sure to come.” Yudrain replied after a brief pause, without looking at Gakane.
“If he sees you like this… things won’t go well.”
“What’s wrong with Yudrain?” Hinn said with a grin, clearly entertained. “This version of him is… definitely more distracting than we expected.”
“Hinn, be quiet. You’re distracting me.”
Kanna spoke without looking up, her eyes narrowed in sharp concentration, squinting slightly as she remained fully focused on what she was doing.
“Well, isn’t that why we came up with that plan with Devran and Finn?”
Last week, when Enon had stated firmly that he would make time no matter what, Yudrain had been left with no choice but to adjust.
He and his friends ended up putting together a plan — carefully coordinated, almost unnecessarily elaborate — meant to ensure that if his brother ever came to their class, he would never actually cross paths with Yudrain.
“But is it really okay to leave it to these two?” Gakane asked, his voice a little bit worried.
“We don’t have a choice, do we?” Yuder replied calmly.
“Stop moving!”
Kanna snapped at both of them at once, her frustration cutting cleanly through the air. When Yudrain tried to glance toward Gakane, she immediately corrected him, forcing his head back into place as if he were a misaligned piece of work she refused to tolerate.
It was exactly as Yudrain had said — they had no real choice but to rely on these two. One was a walking disaster waiting to happen, and the other was clearly intimidated by Enon to an almost debilitating degree. Still, there was no alternative.
They were the only ones available. And inconvenient as it was, their roles as promoters for the class café made them ideal for the task, they could move freely around the school, trailing after Enon without drawing unnecessary suspicion.
“You're right.”
Gakane sighed softly, then lifted his gaze toward Yudrain just as Kanna finally finished her adjustments and let go of him.
But he wasn’t the only one looking.
One by one, the students in the classroom had gone still, their attention gradually converging until every pair of eyes was fixed on Yudrain.
“…Yudrain” Revlin blinked, then he covered his mouth as if reconsidering his words. “I didn’t think that would suit you so well.”
“Huh… I didn’t expect it’d turn out like this.” Hinn grinned, her eyes brightened in excitement. “At this rate, Class two doesn’t stand a chance in that bet.”
Ever gave a small nod. “I acknowledge your effort, Kanna. You handled it well.”
Everyone praised Kanna’s skill, some even said she should seriously consider becoming a professional makeup artist in the future. Kanna clapped her hands in satisfaction, openly admiring her own work on Yudrain while admitting, almost defensively, that she was terrible with these kinds of things.
But that only made her look more impressive — In everyone’s eyes, at that moment, Kanna Wand was nothing short of a genius.
Overwhelmed by the sudden wave of praise, Kanna grew visibly shy. She rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact as the compliments continued to pour in.
“Ever, do you want me to try doing your makeup next?”
Ever nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, please do. We can’t afford to lose this bet.”
“Don’t worry, Ever. Aside from Katchian, Class two is rather underwhelming.”
Revlin spoke with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, his expression twisting in clear disgust at the mere mention of Katchian’s name, as if even saying it left a bad taste on his tongue.
“And he’s not even that good-looking, seriously.”
Hinn clicked her tongue, the memory of that arrogant expression flashing clearly in her mind.
The boy had stood there with an air of absolute superiority, claiming that he alone would be able to secure all the visitors if his class were to ever participate in the festival, and earn them double — if not triple — the expected profit.
He had even looked down on them with a sideways glance, as though they were nothing more than something unpleasant underfoot. And worst of all, he had the audacity to declare that their class was full of “ugly pigs,” insisting they wouldn’t be able to attract even a single customer.
At his continued stream of insults, Hinn and Finn — both from Class Four, Yudrain’s class — ended up making a reckless bet with Class two, driven purely by pride and completely forgetting they were supposed to act like seniors.
The terms were simple. Whoever managed to attract the most customers and generate the highest profit would win. The loser, however, would have to wear something deliberately embarrassing or outright hideous and walk through the entire school for the whole day.
Katchian, absolutely convinced of his victory, decided to crank the bet into pure absurdity, pushing it even further. With a smug grin, he declared that both classes had to use the exact same theme claiming it was —“for fairness, of course.”
The two idiots, Hinn and Finn, agreed immediately, nodding so eagerly without even bothering to ask what the theme was.
But Katchian wasn’t done. The boy threw in one final, deliciously evil clause: the losing class would have to serve and obey the winners for the rest of the school year.
Hinn and Finn now thoroughly entertained, lit up like kids on Christmas morning. They were already cackling, vividly picturing the oh-so-proud Class two forced to bow their heads and play obedient little servants to the very classmates they loved looking down on. The mental image alone was comedy gold.
When the homeroom teachers caught wind of their plan to participate in the festival, both reacted with immediate outrage and rejected the idea without hesitation.
However, the Class two homeroom teacher added fuel to the fire — his reprimand to his students was laced with thinly veiled provocations and subtle insults aimed at Class Four. The implication behind his words was enough to push the Class Four homeroom teacher over the edge.
What followed was a sharp, escalating clash between the two adults, each refusing to back down, eventually, pride quickly overtook reason.
In the end, neither wanted to concede defeat — not in front of the other and absolutely not in front of their students. And so, both teachers ultimately approved the participation.
Not out of agreement. But purely out of pride… and a mutual desire to outdo and humiliate the other class.
The real nightmare though began the moment the theme was officially announced. Class Four stood frozen in collective confusion as the words flashed on the board.
Mirror Pair Festival Café
At first when they heard it was about crossdressing, they thought it was just a regular and normal one. No big deal, right? They could’ve rocked a cute maid theme or something similar and cleaned the house. But nooo — Class two had to go full chaotic gremlin mode.
“What the hell is a Mirror Pair Festival?” someone whispered.
Class two didn’t even answer them properly. They just smirked like villains who’d already won, dropped a few sarcastic “Good luck, losers.” and strutted off down the hallway, their arrogant laughter echoing like a bad movie soundtrack.
The second they disappeared, the entire class whipped out their phones like it was a matter of life-or-death.
The search results popped up immediately, and their faces went ghostly pale.
According to the description, the Mirror Pair Festival worked like this: One person (the “Mirror Lead”) — usually an omega and female beta — had to wear a full-on cutesy, lightweight female-coded spring clothes. A full crossdressing glory.
Meanwhile, their partner, which was the alpha and the male beta, wore the standard male spring uniform… but had to “mirror” the lead with matching accessories, color-coordinated styling, and coordinated poses like some ridiculous synchronized fashion dolls.
In short, they weren’t just crossdressing, they had to couple-crossdress in matching pairs all day.
Kanna snapped instantly. “You absolute brainless walnuts!” She started smacking Finn and Hinn like a malfunctioning vending machine.
Half the class was already having quiet panic attacks at the thought of losing and becoming personal servants to their sworn enemies for the rest of the year. The other half was staring at Hinn and Finn with pure, concentrated rage, fear, and despair — the holy trinity of “we’re screwed.”
All eyes burned into the two idiots. Hinn and Finn on the other side suddenly found the floor very interesting. Because yeah… agreeing to a bet blindfolded against your mortal rivals? Comedy gold for everyone except them.
To make matters even worse, Class four was already operating at a severe omega shortage. And the few they did have were all male… which would’ve been fine if they were actually cute. But no. Most of them looked like they belonged on a wrestling team, not in frilly spring dresses.
Picture this: a ridiculously tall, bulky, wide-shouldered omegas built like they could bench-press the entire café, trying to look adorable in lightweight female-coded outfits?
Yeah, good luck with that. They’d probably accidentally rip the dresses just by breathing too hard.
The only exception was Revlin Shand Apeto — the one omega who might actually pull off “cute.” And then… There was Yudrain Aile.
Short. Thin. Delicate build. Perfect for the outfit, right?
Wrong!!.
His face was the human equivalent of a “Screw off or I’ll end you” warning sign. Sharp features, permanent resting murder face, and a dark, icy aura that screamed he hadn’t smiled since the day he was born. Dressing him up in a cutesy spring dress would be less “adorable café maid” and more “final boss in a magical girl outfit.”
The entire class turned to stare at their omega classmates with the same tearful, betrayed puppy eyes. It was like looking at their last lifeboats… and realizing most of them had holes.
But in the middle of their sinking ship moment, they desperately tried to clutch onto hope.
Their two winning cards: Revlin Shand Apeto and Gakane Bolunwald.
“If we just put these two front and center,” someone muttered optimistically, “and sabotage Class two every chance we get… we might actually have a shot!”
The rest of the class nodded like this was a brilliant strategy and not pure delusion to cope. Because sure, attract customers with two decent-looking guys in matching dresses while trying to trip up their rivals.
What could possibly go wrong?
But Revlin wasn’t going down without drawing some lines in the sand. He made it crystal clear.
“I’ll crossdress, fine. But I am not wearing anything short, revealing, or remotely skirt-adjacent.”
Understandable, really. Class four all nodded in agreement. The guy was already dangerously attractive — put him in tiny shorts and half the school’s bastards would be foaming at the mouth like hungry wolves. Plus, he had a boyfriend, so there was no need to start World War III over a café uniform.
The class reluctantly accepted the compromise. At least Revlin was willing to participate. Small mercies, right?
Honestly, after discovering the true horror of the Mirror Pair theme, they had zero real hope of winning. Their strategy? Pure chaotic sabotage — hijacking every customer headed toward Class Two and dragging them to their own café like desperate salesmen.
But then as if god had mercy on them… the universe dropped a plot twist no one saw coming.
Yudrain Aile — the same ice-cold, “do-not-approach” omega they planned to hide in the kitchen or stuff in a storage closet — stepped out in the full Mirror Lead outfit. And holy hell. He looked stunning.
Like, dangerously and unfairly pretty. The kind of “cute girl next door who could ruin your life with one glare” energy.
The entire class went dead silent for three full seconds… then erupted. Their dying hope suddenly skyrocketed from rock bottom to “we’re winning this thing or dying trying.” Eyes wide, fists pumped, pure delusional determination activated.
“Change of plans!” Hinn yelled. “Yudrain’s our secret weapon now! Front and center, baby!”
Because if they could weaponize that face in a spring dress while sabotaging Class two at every turn… maybe, just maybe, they'll still have a shot at victory.
Or at least an epic disaster worth remembering.
★★★
“Katchian!!!”
The high-pitched scream shattered the delicate fake-café ambiance like glass. Heads turned from every decorated table in the classroom-turned-café.
“Stop screaming.”
Katchian hissed, shooting his classmate a look of pure, unfiltered disgust, while his classmate stood frozen a few steps away, clutching a tray like it was a shield. His perfectly applied makeup did nothing to hide the irritation twisting his face. He quickly forced an insincere, sugar-coated smile and turned back to the middle-aged visitor sitting awkwardly at the small desk.
“Enjoy your café, sir~” he said in a sickly-sweet voice that somehow still sounded sarcastic.
The man blinked, stunned. “...Yes.”
Katchian gave a lazy, impolite bow — more of a half-hearted dip that screamed disrespect — then he turned and walked toward his terrified classmate, who looked like he was one second away from bolting. As he walked away, the whispers behind him grew loud enough for the whole class to hear.
“Damn… their service is disgusting.” one man muttered, loud enough for half the café to hear.
“Don’t get me started.” his friend replied, pushing away the cup of lukewarm coffee. “This tastes like it was brewed in a sock.”
“And this?” The man replied, poking at the sad slice of cake with his fork. “This tastes like regret and instant coffee. I swear the cream is just whipped disappointment.”
“I mean, who would serve people with such an arrogant attitude?” another customer clicked his tongue loudly in displeasure.
Katchian didn’t even flinch. He just kept walking, shoulders squared, radiating pure “I don’t want to be here” energy.
The two visitors stared at their barely touched drinks and desserts. The café had looked cute from the outside — string lights, pastel aesthetic, friendly promoters waving people in. Inside? It was a different nightmare. The lighting was too dim, the air smelled faintly of burnt milk and broken dreams, and the staff moved like they were serving prison food instead of lattes.
One of the men pushed his cup away with two fingers, as if it might bite him. “We got scammed by those promoters, man. ‘Best café in the school’, my ass. The only thing they’re the best at is making people never want to return.”
“Especially that boy.” his friend said, openly pointing at Katchian’s back. “Who the hell does he think he is? Walking around like we’re peasants and he’s the exiled prince of this dump.”
“This whole thing is weird. It’s supposed to be a cute high school café, but it feels more like a hostage situation.”
“You know what? Let’s just pay and leave.” his friend said, already standing up.
They both stood up, chairs scraping loudly against the floor. As they headed for the exit, a new loud voice suddenly rang through the café — sharp, furious, and cracking with absolute disbelief.
“WHAT!?”
Katchian’s voice exploded across the classroom, sharp and unhinged. The fake café fell into a brief, awkward silence as every head turned toward him. The two visitors who had been heading for the exit froze, exchanging confused glances along with the rest of the customers.
“Don’t scream!!” Their classmate whispered desperately, trying to calm him down. But Katchian’s face was already twisted with pure rage, his perfectly done makeup looking almost comical against his furious expression.
“What did you just say?” Katchian growled through gritted teeth.
“…Class Four.” The boy repeated slowly, shrinking back. “They have a ton of customers… There’s a long line stretching out in front of their classroom.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Katchian cursed, his voice dripping with venom. “What the hell do those ugly gorillas even have that’s attracting so many people?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“Did they pull some cheap tricks? Or did they change their theme?”
Katchian demanded, struggling to keep his voice low while still radiating pure displeasure. To him, he was practically whispering. To everyone else, he was clearly seething.
“It’s still the same theme.” the boy answered nervously.
“Then how?!” Katchian hissed. “Was it because of Revlin or Gakane?”
He had expected those two to bring in some visitors, but to completely overshadow his class? That, he hadn’t anticipated at all. The boy cleared his throat awkwardly, pretending to cough before mumbling, “—Yud.”
“What? Speak clearly, damn it.”
“It’s because of Yudrain!!”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Katchian stared in disbelief, his eyes widening. That fucking monster?
“Keep it down!” Another classmate rushed over, whispering urgently. “If you keep screaming like that, we’re going to lose every single customer, you idiots!”
“I’m sorry…”
But the apology came far too late. Every customer in the café had already heard everything. The whispers spread like wildfire — curious eyes now sparkling with interest at the mention of Class Four and the mysterious “Yudrain”. The two men who had been about to leave paused at the door, exchanged a quick glance, and immediately changed direction, heading toward the exit with renewed purpose.
“Class Four, huh?” one of them muttered with a smirk. “This class must be something else. Let’s go check it out.”
Katchian stood frozen in his beautiful outfit, fists clenched tightly at his sides, looking like he was one second away from flipping a table. The cute lace headband and stockings only made his murderous expression even more hilarious to anyone brave enough to stare.
★★★
“ Welcome to our café.”
Yudrain said plainly, his face completely expressionless as he looked at the two tall women who were staring at him quite openly. His expression had no smile and zero sparkle. Yet… the two tall women standing in front of him were full-on starstruck. They stared at him shamelessly, mouths slightly open, completely forgetting how to speak.
“Let me guide you to your table.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Turning on his heel, he headed toward the empty table in the far corner like an elegant, tiny ice princess. The two women, who had been too busy staring, belatedly realized their behavior and hurriedly followed after him like lovesick puppies.
The classroom was absolute chaos — packed wall-to-wall with customers. They had even borrowed additional tables from other classes, turning the place into a cramped but glorious money-making machine. The waiters could barely move comfortably anymore, squeezing through gaps like sardines. Still, it was a good problem to have. In a short amount of time, they had welcomed a huge number of visitors and the cash was flowing in like a broken faucet.
Hinn stood by the door grinning like a madwoman as she gazed at the long queue stretching outside the classroom. “No way we predicted this kind of turnout…” she muttered in disbelief.
No one had expected they would receive this many guests. Part of the success was thanks to Devran and Finn who were out there working like hype men on steroids, aggressively charming people away from Class two. Another part was due to Revlin and Gakane, whose bright and talkative personalities naturally attracted visitors. But the real show-stealer? The biggest reason of all?
Was the unexpected “little princess” who had stolen the entire school’s heart.
Under Kanna’s careful management, Yudrain had become the most heart-stealing figure in the entire high school — surpassing even Revlin and Gakane.
The loose striped blouse that had slightly slipped from one shoulder, revealed the elegant line of his collarbone and the pale curve of his shoulder in an artless, intimate way that stirred the air in the classroom. On his naturally lean frame, the soft vertical stripes only heightened his height and quiet grace, making him look almost ethereally untouchable — yet quietly inviting.
The high, messy bun suited him exquisitely, accentuating the sharp delicacy of his features. Black hair gathered carelessly upward exposed the long, elegant column of his neck, while a few loose strands fell gently against his face, softening its cool precision with tender imperfection. The cropped black trousers anchored the look with quiet refinement, balancing the softness without diminishing its artistic allure.
His makeup was subtle and delicate yet devastatingly seductive, crafted to draw the eye and stir the heart.
A deep black base shimmered with violet hues that mirrored his striking eyes, framed by sharp, winged liner that gave them an elongated, captivating allure. Lush upper lashes and a soft pinkish tint along the lower waterline made his gaze feel deeper and brighter, yet impossibly inviting — as though he were silently pulling you closer with every glance.
A soft coral-pink blush bloomed high on his cheekbones, blending into his porcelain skin like a natural, aroused flush — tender and quietly intoxicating. His lips, glossed in a juicy reddish-pink with a subtle ombré gradient, looked softly bitten and irresistibly kissable, tempting one to imagine their warmth and sweetness.
The subtle play of contour and highlight sharpened his jaw and elegant neck, enhancing the delicate bone structure that made him look both refined and vulnerably beautiful. Paired with the off-shoulder blouse, the overall effect created a breathtaking contrast — delicate, almost fragile beauty wrapped in quiet, sensual temptation.
The black strappy heels looked as if they had been made for Yudrain alone, perfectly complementing his proportions. Thin straps traced over the pale tops of his feet and wrapped gently around his narrow ankles, accentuating the graceful lines of his legs with every subtle movement. The modest height lifted his posture, elongating his already refined silhouette and making him appear taller, and more ethereal.
Beneath the cropped black trousers, a teasing sliver of bare porcelain skin peeked out, creating a striking contrast against the dark fabric and delicate straps. It lent his legs an almost unfairly sensual elegance — fragile yet captivating, quietly inviting the eye to linger.
Nothing about the outfit was excessive or flashy, yet the entire look carried this effortless, sophisticated charm that made it dangerously hard to look away. Even standing completely still with his usual cold, restrained expression, Yudrain looked quietly breathtaking — like a delicate snow princess who had accidentally wandered into the wrong dimension.
“What would you like to order?” Yudrain asked in that same flat, emotionless tone.
The two women exchanged flustered glances, then hurriedly chose some drinks and soft desserts. Yudrain noted it down neatly, Then he offered a small, polite bow, and turned away. The second he left, their gossip exploded behind him.
“Oh my god, she’s so pretty~”
“I wonder if she has a boyfriend…”
“She’s a minor, you degenerate!”
“Wait — isn’t she a senior? Maybe she’s already eighteen? That’s practically a gray zone, right?”
“Why don’t you ask her then?” one woman clicked her tongue in disbelief at her friend’s words.
“And look like a total creep? No thanks!” the other woman waved her hands hurriedly. She placed a hand on her chin, gazing dreamily at Yudrain’s back. “But she’s really pretty though… The agencies outside are missing out big time. They should totally scout her.”
The two women kept whispering excitedly, blissfully unaware that their “Pretty girl” was actually a boy who would probably freeze them with one glare if he overheard.
Just as Yudrain returned with their order and turned to leave, Hinn came sprinting toward him like the building was on fire. Breathing heavily, he leaned in and whispered urgently into Yudrain’s ear.
Yudrain’s eyebrow twitched — practically an emotional outburst by his standards. Without saying a word, he shoved the empty tray into Kanna’s arms and walked straight out of the classroom. The rest of the class stared in confusion.
“What happened?!”
Kanna asked with confusion as she turned to Hinn. Hinn sighed like the world was ending. “Got a message from Finn. Enon oppa is heading to our class.”
A collective icy chill swept through everyone’s spine. You could almost hear the dun dun duuuun sound effect.
“Everyone!!” Kanna spun around as she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Code Red!!! I repeat, Code Red!!!”
All the omega waiters exchanged one single terrified glance… then bolted. In one synchronized, suspiciously well-practiced move, they grabbed their backpacks and vanished from the classroom like smoke, leaving the customers blinking in utter confusion.
The customers left behind exchanged a total bewilderment look. “Wait, where did all the cute waiters go?”
But thankfully, Gakane and the others kept working their magic, averting the visitors' attention. The long queue outside stayed strong without budging, and money kept pouring in like a gold mine.
All while their secret weapon — the ice-cold little princess — was busy making a tactical escape from his big brother’s incoming wrath.
To Be Continued ❤️