alpha!chan. you work at a record shop across the street from one of their concert venues. you don't even know the name of the group that's performing, your boss just told you to come in early and set up some endcaps of merch and albums for when the meet and greet lets out and people show up to look around. you don't even have time to look at what you're setting up because you're so preoccupied by trying to remember if you took your suppressants this morning or not. you left way earlier than usual and were rushing to get out the door and you can't remember if you actually took them or not. unfortunately for you, you didn't your omega scent gets a little stronger, and gets carried around by the spring breeze from the open windows. it's still subtle, you should be safe until you get home, but it's there if you know to look for it. also unfortunatley for you, it attracts a creepy guy into the record shop that you're going to have to try and avoid until your boss gets back from her break. across the street, chan and the boys are in the middle of a hi touch when he smells it. it's sweet and organic and more alluring than anything, but so faint he thinks he must have imagined it at first. eventually he can't ignore it anymore. he signals to the staff that he needs to take a break, and as soon as he can, he's slipping past security and following the scent across the street.
he opens the door to the record shop, but the scent is masked by something sour. he barely hears you tell the guy to leave you alone before bolting for a door marked 'employees only' before he smells it again. it's coming from you. and you smell scared. you hear a comotion and turn around to open the door, but as your hand reaches for the handle, it flies open and you're met with the most intoxicating masculine scent from the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life. you're drawn to each other like magnets, and he drags you deeper into the storage room until you're safely nestled behind some shelves full of records and boxes, and your stomach flips as he sits you down on a table. everything about him, about his every move sends a rush of arousal pooling between your legs, and it makes your scent even stronger. he's already so close to you, the fresh wave of your intoxicating scent is too much. he buries his face in your neck, breathing in deeply right next to the scent gland in your neck. his breath is hot against your skin, and you feel your thighs squeeze together at the sudden - and incredibly intimate - gesture. after what feels like an eternity and entirely not long enough, he pulls away, keeping his face close to yours. "are you okay?" his voice sends chills down your spine, and you nod. he's not asking on some superficial level, he's actually asking, really making sure you're doing alright because he cares about you. he cares so deeply about you and your happiness and wellbeing, and as you brush your thumbs over his scratched up knuckles, you realize you care about his too. you've heard people try to describe what finding your mate feels like, what it's like to suddenly be irreversibly bound to someone, to fall head over heels deep into love in an instant, but those descriptions never made much sense to you. they didn't hold any weight in your mind, you just couldn't imagine what it felt like so it didn't mean anything to you. until now. you can both feel the palpable bond that's already solidifying between you, and you find yourself subconsiously tilting your head back for him to access your neck. you want him to mark you, to sink his teeth into you and claim you as his mate. he wants to as well, his lips hovering against your skin, panting and breathing in your intoxicating scent that he can't get enough of. his big hands tighten on your waist as he finally relents. he loses all sense, relenquishing himself to you, and sinks his teeth into your skin, growling as you let out a shuddering moan at the contact. Your bond is solidified as his teeth pierce your skin. He licks and kisses the mark as you cling to his muscular back to stay upright. Telling his company that he found his mate, keeping this new beautiful thing tying you together a secret, the inevitable media circus and scandals when people find out are all afterthoughts to how right it feels to hold you and touch you like this, and all he can think about is how lovely you taste against his tongue.