How does it feel if something that is taken for granted happens and makes your head can't stop thinking about it, even to the point of making you nervous? It happened to Jean now, he couldn't stop thinking about his first kiss stolen by Lucas, he couldn't stop thinking about how it felt when Lucas' lips moved and gave him the sensation, even the scent of his body that felt soothing. How could a kiss be so attractive that it was hard for him to forget it? Come on, it's just lips touching! Jean thought of denying his feelings.
One day after returning from the hospital because he had been reported as fully healthy, Jean was kept out of his room for most of the day, except when he didn't need to eat. It wasn't because he was sad that he locked himself in his room; it was because he couldn't get Lucas out of his mind. His heart was always beating fast when the young Alpha crossed his head.
"What should I do?" Jean murmured, curling up on his bed with his legs bent.
Jean became anxious with sweat around his forehead, and the more he thought about Lucas, the stranger he felt. Heavy breathing with each breath, sweat making both palms damp, and his head completely full of something vague mixed with Lucas as he tried hard to think of anything else to divert his thoughts to Lucas and his kiss.
Does that mean Jean misses Lucas? Or maybe it's because of Lucas' pheromone effect that made Jean feel comfortable that afternoon? When Lucas kissed him, the young man also released his pheromones. Since Lucas was the first Alpha to tell him what it felt like to receive the pheromones, Jean began to get used to it, and even his brain suggested that his body needed it. Why does it feel so addictive?
Jean rolled his eyes after descending the stairs, making sure no one saw him. This afternoon, he was planning to go out, and the thing that made Jean do this hide and seek was because he was dressed up with a wig on his head, and he even wore a bra. Wearing a bra is one of the things that makes him feel the most embarrassed.
But the actions of his hide and seek were discovered by his mother, Jean flinched because his mother came from his right with a tray in his hand. The expression attached to his mother's face clearly showed surprise when she approached her son. Jeselyn was still not used to her son being like this, wearing a wig and dressing like a girl. How to convince Jean that accepting his fate is much more relieving than being forced to do things that hurt his pride as a man?
"Jean, where are you going, honey?" his mother asked.
Without Jean realizing it, he sighs after being caught about to leave by his mother. "I want to go for a walk, Mom," he replied honestly.
"But—"
"Mom, I'm fine," Jean said, cutting off the words his mother was about to say.
Jeselyn again paid attention to her son and his appearance. To be honest, she didn't like her son's appearance. Jean was so beautiful and suited to that appearance, but defying fate was wrong.
"I thought you weren't thinking about the surgery," Jeselyn said in a low voice.
Jean sighed after hearing his mother's murmur. "I'll never forget about it like I always remember the name of God," he said.
Jean spent a few minutes on the bus until he finally got to his school. Jean wore a mask when he entered the school compound, and so far, no one suspected him until his arrival finally attracted some attention because the young male Omega had a very striking height compared to the girls around him, as he was a man.
And his destination was the soccer field, somehow, but Jean thought that being at least closer to Lucas would be able to make him feel calmer. When Jean's bead caught the team captain, he subconsciously kept trying to get closer to the young man until he was finally in the backup player's seat, sitting and watching the activities on the pitch this afternoon with Lucas as the center of all his attention.
Lucas is a young Alpha who is still trying to get used to all the sensitivity he has acquired. When he sweats from his training session, he unrecognizably releases his pheromones along with the evaporated sweat, and so Jean responds to the pheromones, which is like a perfume, unconsciously.
Lucas immediately stopped his activities, his pupils enlarged, and then he moved his head in all directions, looking for something that caught his senses. When they saw their team captain stop practicing and leave the field, the team members did not let him. "Captain, where are you going?" one of the team members asked.
"Get a drink," Lucas replied briefly, not even paying attention at all, and continuing his steps towards someone in the backup player's chair who was sitting quietly there.
Billy nodded after getting an answer from the captain, but a few seconds later, he realized that they had a box full of bottles of water in there, so there was no reason for the captain to leave the field to buy a drink. "But..." Billy muttered, then turned around and followed where the captain was going.
For a moment, Jean's attention was distracted by the calmly moving clouds, he stared at the millions of drops of water that floated because his feelings were calmer; he had received Lucas' pheromones by accident. And of course, Jean was surprised when Lucas was suddenly already in front of him with a frowning face. "Jean?" Lucas called, and again Jean was made to flinch and immediately stood up from his seat.
"What are you doing—" Lucas' sentence was cut short when he realized that Jean back wearing the ridiculous outfit complete with a wig and a bulging chest.
"Lu-Lucas, a-I'm just—" his stammered sentence was cut short when Lucas immediately grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.
When Lucas pulled him away from the field, Jean felt pleasure flowing through his body, either because he finally received Lucas' pheromones that were indeed a great help to his mood, or because his longing had paid off by meeting him in person. "You want to embarrass yourself? If someone recognized you by this ridiculous appearance, what would you do?" Jean suddenly stopped following Lucas. What Lucas said is surprised him.
Why does Lucas say his appearance is ridiculous? Jean felt unacceptable by Lucas' insult to his appearance. "Ri-ridiculous? What do you mean?" he said, indignantly.
Puff...
Jean's face flushed like a ripe tomato for a moment after Lucas touched the fake breast he had made and pressed it until it was no longer bloated. "LUCAS!" he screamed while holding his fake boobs.
"You understand the meaning of that," Lucas said.
"Y-you!" Jean exclaimed as he glared at Lucas and tiptoed to intimidate the young Alpha with his gaze, but Lucas kissed him on the lips because he felt like he had a chance, and Jean accepted that; he didn't pull himself at all, even though he was feeling upset now.
Just a few pulverizes on those pink lips, Lucas didn't want to overdo it because his hormones and Jean were still both unstable. He let go of his brief kiss and Jean looked disappointed. "Stop dressing up ridiculously, you're a man," he said, and it hit Jean hard.
"Y-you! I hate you!" Jean said with cheeks that were still flushed from their brief kiss.
"I'm telling you the truth, how could you run on the field with such an appearance? Are you a clown or our right winger?" he asked, cornering Jean at the end of his speech.
"Or should I turn the team into a women's soccer team, and we wear ridiculous clothes like you?" he continued, clearly making Jean more angry.
But just when Lucas thought Jean was about to yell at him again, the male Omega looked at him with eyes that held off the liquid. "Jean," he called as Jean was about to leave him, he also pulled Jean's wrist again, and his eagle-like eyes met those that this time his tear dam had collapsed.
Lucas didn't expect that his words would be able to make Jean cry; he was shocked and hurt when he saw Jean and his tears flowing because of his words. "Jean, I didn't mean—"
"You're right, I'm ridiculous, so forget about making me your right-winger because I don't want to, thank you for the insult." Jean's ultimatum then forcibly pulled his arm and left the locker room.
Lucas clenched his fists after Jean left him. He didn't mean to hurt Jean's feelings; he just wanted Jean to be himself. "Damn, what did I just do?" he muttered and then he exhaled heavily.
Jeselyn gasped in shock when she found her son had come home in a pretty chaotic state. Jean cried, literally crying even when she saw him, her son immediately hugged her tightly with a gasp of breath. "Oh my dear, what's going on?" she asked worriedly.
Jean was crying, but in his tears, he also grumbled to express his annoyance at the perpetrator who had made him cry in front of his mother. Shortly after his arrival was greeted by his mother's concern, Jean received a warm hug and gentle caress from his mother, and immediately his tears became heavier.
For a while, her son just cried in her arms. Jeselyn couldn't do anything but calm her beloved son until he was completely calm and ready to tell what had happened.
Jeselyn finds it cute because she feels like she has a daughter rather than a son. Maybe this is because of the effect of Jean wearing wigs and even women's underwear. "S-stop making me feel like I'm in a pair with that guy, I hate him, he hates me, we hate each other!" Jean finally said after struggling for a long time with his tears.
"Oh my godness..." Jeselyn said, pretending to sympathize with her son, but in her heart, she felt amused.
Jeselyn can guess what happened. Jean secretly meets the young Skye, and the young man scolds him for looking like a girl, no matter how, she recognizes her son's disposition well.
"How can you hate him? Aren't you guys good friends, hm?" Jeselyn asked, provoking Jean to tell the chronology of the adorable crying and sadness. Jeselyn was excited by her son's behavior, he was very sweet and really like a child.
"He doesn't respect me, he insults me, I hate—" Jean's explanation was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, and he and Jeselyn looked at each other for a few moments before his mother asked for permission to see who it was.
At the door, Jeselyn met her guest, the perpetrator who had made Jean cry, standing with a look of obvious worry and regret. Jeselyn secretly gave a amused smile, it made her excited by the two of them. "Oh, Lucas, you're making me sad," she said in a voice that followed the flow of her son and Skye's adorable problems.
"Hello, mother, it seems like you already know it," he said, and his greeting sounded quite awkward and regretful. "I didn't mean—"
"Maybe you should work it out yourself with Jean," Jeselyn said, cutting off Lucas' words.
Lucas nodded after hearing that from Jeselyn, and shortly afterwards, Jeselyn left and let Lucas in to solve his problem with Jean.
Because Jean was dissolved in his daydreaming after crying quite loudly next to his mother, he didn't realize that Lucas was around; he only noticed Lucas' presence a few seconds later after the young Alpha arrived in the living room.
Jean was shocked by sitting curled up on the sofa with his swollen eyelids, indicating that the owner had cried quite intensely and which made Lucas' guilt and regret even higher. "No, Jean, wait!" He called immediately, preventing Jean from leaving him; he even jumped up and held Jean from going anywhere by immediately grabbing his wrist.
"Let go of me asshole!" snarled Jean as he tried to remove his wrist from the grip of Lucas' long fingers, but it wasn't long before the young Skye pulled Jean into a gentle embrace, a condition of his regret.
"No, Jean, please, forgive me..." Lucas said after hugging Jean tightly. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear to god." He continued.
"I just want you to stay like this, Jean, I love everything about you, I truly love everything about you, so please stop trying to be something you're not, something you don't want to do. It hurts my feelings, it hurts me..."