Hatch A Plan

"Okay. So how do you plan on balancing cheer with law?"

It's a valid question. Seungmin's not sure himself though. For this very reason, he planned to go to a cafe by himself to figure out exactly what he was going to do to make it out of this situation with all his wits intact. That was until Hyunjin and Jisung used his location to track him down and crash his alone time.

Now, they sit all together at a booth at a cafe, the other two boys on one side and Seungmin on the other. They've got peculiar, twinning looks on their faces that scream nosey confliction, and it's sort of pissing Seungmin off.

"I don't know, I just said that, Jisung. Most of my time is spent studying law. It's not easy either. I'm supposed to balance that with cheer practices, games, AND competitions?" Seungmins head falls in his hands, his stress eating him alive.

He hasn't even started practices yet, and it seems he's already overwhelmed. How in the hell was he supposed to balance two things that individually require focus and commitment? It's like trying to give 50% of your attention to driving and the other 50 to texting. It doesn't work. And if you try, people get hurt. That's exactly why it's illegal.

"Wait, didn't you do that the entire time you were in ice skating? Being a student and an athlete?" Jisung piped in. "Everybody on that team does that. Hell, you two do it. Student + athlete isn't the problem Sungie. Its athlete + the specific major I'm in."

"Here, I'll put it like this." Seungmin gives it a moment of thought, desperately working his mind to dumb down his explanation to his lovely yet smooth brained friends. "There's a lot of laws, ok? It takes 7 years to get both your bachelors and extra school complete before anybody takes you seriously enough to find a job as a lawyer."

"It's a lot of time and commitment, so as you can imagine, it takes up most of my hours. More than other majors." He explains, breaking it into smaller pieces as best he could for his two dull minded friends.

Both the boys looks of bewilderment break at the same time, and they make sounds of understanding before relaxing and giving their newly processed information some thought. Hyunjin speaks first. "Why are you a law major anyways? You always loved fashion and song writing in highschool. It's weird." He ask's as he plays with his straw, suddenly curious.

"We're in our second year now Hyunnie, it's not kind of late to be asking that?" Seungmin responds, sipping from his milkshake. Though Hyunjin gives him a look that dismisses the thought, which tells Seungmin he will continue to wait for an answer.

"Fashion and creation classes are chopped full of stereotypical omegas who are average and everyday. I refuse to be like that. It's lame, and.. basic. I want to be more than that.." Seungmin trails off, playing with his own straw.

"So you're becoming a boring lawyer to prove a point?" Jisung questions. Seungmin glances at the two, who are looking at him with expressions he doesn't want to name, or confront. It sounds stupid now that he digs up the reason and says it out loud. And suddenly Seungmin feels vulnerable, he hates it. He wants to crawl under the table and sit there until everyone disappears.

"Why does it matter?" He settles for changing the subject. "We were talking about my schedule, not my poor life decisions." "Isn't this one of your poor life decisions?" Jisung quickly interjects. Seungmin simply stares at him, suddenly irritated. "Your existence was a poor life decision." He dead pans, Jisung puts his hands up in a motion of surrender, whining in offense.   

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Monday rolls around. It's early morning, and oddly enough his classes are cancelled for the day. He has no workout clothes, but based on the attire of the team he assumes anything black and movable will work, as well as any school merch.

  After a shower and morning routine he heads to a couple stores in search of something to wear to practice. Felix on a regular occasion acts like he's allergic to shirts with sleeves, and the others act like they are just allergic to shirts period. It doesn't mean Seungmin has to do the same.

Seungmin has an omegan chest, clearly, that's a given. But it's not like he's pregnant, so their not that big, but they're noticeable if he wears anything too tight. Attention will be drawn. But he only wants attention from one alpha, so tight crops are a no.

Shorts are a definite no, Seungmin loves his legs, but he's not a fan of too much skin being shown. Felix often wears sweatpants himself with his sleeveless tops. The omega briefly wonders if that sort of look will work for him as well, though instead of Felix's cheer muscle people will be seeing his soft slender arms.

He could also just get sports merchandise from the school, but as Hyunjin had mentioned before, Seungmins got a nack for designing. And school merchandise is quite frankly very.. Ugly. To put it simply.

Though classes and his part time job take up most of Seungmins time and attention.. He still owns a sewing machine. For some reason, he just couldn't leave it at home, or leave it alone for that matter.

Every chance he gets he finds himself making a shirt. Or taking Jisung and Hyunjins measurements again since they tend to lose and gain muscle constantly, to make them another original article of clothing.

He's drawn to his designing. And though Seungmins' boring law books and unsatisfactory studying needs his attention most days, he always finds his way back to his sewing machine, or his sketchbook.

The attachment to having his sketchbook on him 24/7 is a habit he gained thanks to Hyunjin's influence. The older boy was an art and dance major, he taught Seungmin how to make his outfit sketches more realistic and since then Seungmin sketches as soon as he thinks of an idea like clockwork.

Having his full sketchbook with him became a hastel, so for his birthday last year, his friends had gifted him a smaller one that fits in his pocket. As well as a slightly larger one that fit in his 'purse' as his two idiots call it.

As Seungmin had begrudgingly corrected them multiple times, it's not a purse, it's a tote. And even if it was, purses as well as totes are a very useful sources of storage, and as someone with lots of inventory on occasion, it proves a very fashionable form of carry.

Only after Seungmins returned to his dorm and changed into his new clothes does he evaluate himself in the mirror. He chose to go with some shorts and a t shirt, despite his earlier, this taste. As previously mentioned he's not a fan of showing skin, but it's what the rest of the team wears, as a collection, so it seemed the best at the moment.

Now that he's in his bedroom, shorts hugging his thighs and chest very much plush and plump in his top, he wants to reconsider.

"Hot as fuck. Go get em tiger!" Jisung cheers from his spot, Hyunjin laughing from where he's cuddling with the other right next to him, in Seungmin's nest beneath his bed. He quarks an eyebrow at the two in his mirror, while leaning to grab Hyunjin's cropped jacket that's hanging off the wall.

Thank god their college provides super high above the floor beds, mostly for nests as well as desk and study areas in the dorms. Although Jisung and Felix use it instead as a gaming area for late night entertainment.

Usually he'd complain about the two infiltrating his space, his most sacred space at that, but he likes when his blankets and articles of clothing soak up coconuts and cherries, not to mention him wearing Jisung's Nikes and Hyunjin's jacket. Fair trade, he supposes.

"I don't know what to bring. Should I pack similar to how I did when I was ice skating?" Seungmin questions as he turns around, peeking beneath the blanket hanging from his bed to look at the two.

Seungmins got a very particular nest, convenient in many ways, but not your typical Omegan resting area. In short, it's a cage. The ones meant for huge dogs. Which is why his two friends can comfortably fit inside of it, as well as move it to a rented heat room for him when the time comes.

"Um. I guess? Sports are sports. Water bottle, uh.. what else do you need for sports?" Jisung asks, looking at Hyunjin for assistance. "Personally I bring a water bottle, hoodie, hair tye, which I clearly no longer need. Uh- Gum, and speaker? That's it I think. Oh! Snacks too!" Hyunjin provides.

"I mean what else could you need except a water bottle?" Adds Jisung, just as he and Hyunjin look over at Seungmin to see him shoving bug spray and pain meds into one of his many many tote bags. Alongside his keys and one of his smaller sketch pads.

The pair laugh, not the least bit surprised at the younger boys antics. "But for Mr always prepared, I guess it doesn't ever hurt to have an inventory." Jisung giggles, in sync with Hyunjin. Seungmin pouts, but it doesn't stop him from sliding gum and a few more of his every day items into his bag with the rest of his things.

Later, he bids his two idiot friends good bye, as they whistle and cat call at his unusual choice of naked thighs and arms, telling him not to do nasty things like fuck or present for his first day on the team.

Seungmin carelessly slips the jacket on over his tote, a cute leather bag that hangs over his shoulder, all burgundy. Though Seungmin cant stand plain solid leather bags, so he added his own pizzazz by sewing ribbons and seashells on it. Though it doesn't clash well with the schools official colors of blue and black, it clashes with Seungmin. And that's all that matters.

When Seungmin is walking to practice, uncharacteristically calm, a song he favors comes on and pours into his headphones. Nonsense, by Sabrina Carpenter. He listens, humming to the lyrics as he walks.

As someone who wanted to be a designer before a lawyer, Seungmin  has an active imagination. It's a blessing and a curse, a blessing for accurately being able to picture things. That's useful.

A curse because when the words "you said you like my eyes and like to make them roll"  are heard, Seungmin's mind aids him a very inconvenient  image of him being bent over a counter with a particularly familiar head of blonde hair pressed to his back behind him, eyes in fact rolling back.

The image startles Seungmin, surprising himself with his own flash of pornographic imagery, so much he thinks for a second that somebody's hacked into his head and placed the image there. He stops walking, standing in the middle of the sidewalk blinking into space with utter shame.

He's not a particularly perverted person, unlike the circle of freaks that surround him, he's very mannered. And he can keep his hands off his friends curves, when he wants to.

So thoughts like these are rare, though not unheard of. Yet they always manage to waterboard him, and they usually only come when he's near Felix. Or having a wet dream. But he supposes when suggestive lyrics appear it can't be helped. He's in deep after all.

He forces himself to keep walking, trying not to let his sudden arousal conjure slick. He knows if he gives it a reason to, it will definitely leak out. And Felix is good for his sense of smell. Maybe if he's fortunate, the scent of sweaty cheerleaders will drown it out if it happened.

When Seungmin arrives to practice, shamelessly early, nobody else has made it yet as far as he can tell. There's music playing on the speakers of the gym, but 30 minutes before practice starts, there isn't a single soul in sight.

Seungmin enters fully, approaching the bleachers where he sees a couple of other bags sitting between the benches. He recognizes one of them, blue with tacky black and pink charms and plushies on it. It's Lix's. Which means he and some other team members who own the surrounding and equally ugly bags are here too.

Surprising.

Seungmin is usually teased by those associated with him about being early or annoyingly on time. But here he is, late to the party of his now fellow cheerleaders who have arrived long enough before him to set their things down and dip. How lovely.

Although if Seungmin recalled, you were supposed to leave your things in the locker room. Though it's probably easier to just drop baggage in the bleachers when most people have no other reason to be running back and forth from said place.

About 5 minutes pass before Seungmin's Nuerodivergence takes over, and he can't help the wanderlust that has him craving movement. He knows when practice starts he'll want nothing more than to not be moving, but he can't help it for the moment.

Headphones still on his head, he hums to the new song playing. 'Yummy' by Bieber, he approaches the door to the locker room, wondering if this is where his missing fellow cheerleaders are hiding. Though that would be weird, since their stuff was in the gym.

He pauses the music, entering the space and grimacing when the naturally warm air of it hits him in the face. He peeks as he allows the door to slowly close behind him,  hearing shuffling when he passes the first bunch of lockers and  following the noise with innocent intentions.

When he turns a corner to the third threshold of lockers, what he sees is anything but innocent. They're there, within the U shaped space of storage, 3rd from the door where they were probably completely sure nobody would find them. Felix, and some muscular jock Seungmin recognizes from picking up Jisung from classes, are pressed into the locker, lips interlocked as they go at each other's bodies like animals.

Hurt flares in Seungmin's chest, it burns like he's been scolded by something fuming well above 100 degrees. It's like a series of pain and hate, it's ugly and it doesn't feel right placed expanding in the pit of his stomach.

Not only because negative emotions of this caliber don't usually have an iron grip on Seungmin, like they do right now, but also because Seungmin is not dating Felix. He doesn't belong to him, and there is nothing between them.

So Seungmin shouldn't be upset. He shouldn't be fighting tears as he watches Felix's paws sink into the beefy producer's biceps, easily the size of Seungmins pretty little doll head, as Jisung liked to call it.

He shouldn't be disappointed as Felix and this guys tongue dance in a practiced tangle, one of the stranger's hands parked on Felix's lower back, the other on his ass. Which he is gripping beneath the fabric of Felix's sweatpants.

Seungmin shouldn't want to thrash and scream in frustration because he has no right to. That isn't his place. He can't even talk to Felix, he can't hold a conversation. Seungmin thinks on how pathetic and incompetent he is as Felix pushes himself off of the wall, flipping their positions so the bigger guys pressed between himself and the lockers instead.

The months of practiced conversation in the mirror where he'd try to form sentences so he could talk to the blonde without being such a mess. It never worked of course, because of moments like now.

Moments where Seungmin is reminded of how vulnerable he is due to his crush. Due to his stupid and useless feelings he harbored that do him and nobody else any good. He couldn't even push them to the side long enough to say thank you when Felix showed him a bit of attention.

'Oh, a smile! How pretty!' He'd told him. And the omega just sat there looking stupid, hunched into himself and panicked, like a fucking dork. He knew he was pathetic, an omega showing weakness like the affection he was babysitting for Felix was always meant to be a disaster.

Unmated omegas shouldnt allow any type of vulnerabilities with alphas they can't even have conversations with. He set himself up for this. His disappointment was his own fault. And from the smell of the overwhelming scents rolling off of the pair, the other guy was an alpha too.

Seungmin would be a liar if he said he wasn't aware that Felix.. Got around. But he's a single alpha, a handsome at that. He's famous, liked, beautiful, kind, strong. The whole package if the package didn't include large.

But seeing it for himself did a  lot more damage than Seungmin had initially assumed it would. It stung, like the tears in the back of his eyes. He feared so intimately that they'd spill over if he blinked, so he simply stared at the two sources to the scents filling the air.

Marshmallow and cedarwood it seems. Powerful and overtaking in its current state. Seungmin should have known from the beginning that Felix was into muscle head alphas. That much should have been apparent by the beefcakes who surround him 24/7, Seungmins two friends included in that bunch.

The groping and prodding, he saw the signs, but he ignored them. He passed them off as Felix being a clingy cuddlebug in his nature because he didn't want to accept that he wasn't the blondes type, despite knowing deep down he never had a chance anyways.

He doesn't know how long he stands there, staring, swimming with emotions. But soon Felix's nose twitches, and his eyes open wide to stare directly at Seungmin, who's frozen in his spot caught in the act of snooping.

It's only then does Seungmin realize, he'd habitually taken off his gland patches, and his 12 hour scent blockers are definitely worn off by now. At that moment, multiple things happen. 1, Felix shoves the alpha off of him in a flurry, breathless and frantic like he's been caught doing something he's not supposed to be.

2, Seungmin takes into account the horrid scent of burnt cinnamon mixing with both the alphas arousal, which is slowly dissipating. It's ugly, so ugly it could probably make your throat sore if you breathed it in for too long, like a chemical that's bad for the heart.

"Seungmin! You're like- 20 minutes early!" He sputtered, wiping his hand down his face and pulling down his shirt from where it was bunched up. "Sorry, this isn't.. Uh." Felix struggles to catch his breath and find his words at the same time. Seungmin finishes for him, figuring he should hurry and get out of there. It isn't his place to be here right now anyways.

"Sorry." he says weakly, it's shaky and almost a whisper. Absolutely pathetic. Seungmin is mortified, the shame brings him back enough to help him realize he's got to get the hell out of there.

"Sorry, I left something in here yesterday, and i.. Forgot my suppressants so I'll have to skip practice today." he word vomits, technically completely true. He stares at the floor as he says it, doesn't dare blink, too aware of the barely withheld tears that'd be the wrong type of moisture for his dry eyes.

"Sorry for interrupting. I'll go." He says before he turns and makes a b line for the locker rooms nearest exit. Felix says something, Seungmin almost hears it over the blood running and sound ringing in his ears, but he doesn't.

The exit he took lead outside, he passes a chunk of the squad on his way, coming back from what seemed to be the cafe down the street from campus. Great. Just perfect. He pulls his hoodie over his head as he speed walks back to the dorms, more than grateful knowing Jisung is probably crammed into one of the schools studios making new music, and Hyunjin is at dance practice.

He barely makes it halfway back to the dorms before Jisung is blowing up his phone. Usually, he'd teasingly let it ring till the last buzz, but Seungmin was a little upset at the moment. And he genuinely didn't want to talk. He feared deeply that his dear friend would be able to read the heartbreak in his voice, and that was another type of vulnerability he wasn't prepared to confront.

As he stood in the middle of the side walk, watching his phone ring for the third time, he figured what the hell. He was already there. Only when it's dark can you see the stars, right? He still had relationships to maintain, they may not be romantic and they may not be Felix, but they meant something to Seungmin as well.

He accepts the call, putting the phone to his ear. He says nothing, and for a moment, neither does Jisung. It's like he's being read through the receiver, and it makes him feel very small. If Jisung notices the hitch in his deep breaths, he says nothing, sending his own deep sigh through Seungmins speaker.

"What's wrong." He says, after a few beats. "I saw your location Simmie, where are you going?" he ask's him. At the sound of one his closest friends concerns, he breaks down. It feels good to let it go, to sob into his cellphone where only someone who he knows cares enough about him not to break his heart will hear.

Secure, and sound. Not vulnerable, he remembers. Because his beta's are his safe place, and vice versa. "Sungie." he cries. "I don't like having a crush. This is fucking stupid." he curses, hand shaking as it grips his phone.

"Aw, Simmie. Come to the studio, okay? We can talk, and then we can go home and lay in your nest. Yeah?" Jisungs request is staticy through the device, but Seungmin doesn't care. He nods aggressively, throat and jaw tight with effort of not letting another sob rapt through him.

He knows Jisung can't see him nodding, so he gives it up, hanging up the phone without confirmation. Jisung knows he will come. Jisung will be waiting for him.

Seungmin abruptly changes course, heading straight for the schools musical arts building. He was gonna be okay.