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Assistant: Title: Art of a Pack
        Author: azaluvx7 azaluvx7 
        Chapter: 6/6 
        Summary: A reality show in which people are chosen from the entertainment industry to participate in a challenge, to bond and form a pack. Y/n’s just a casual artist who designs albums for artists when her manager proposes the show to her. Wondering how far she’ll go, she takes it not at all expecting to fall in love with one of the alphas or the newly formed pack. Updates every January, April, July, and October.
        Contents: Chapter 6: ◆Day 3.2◆
    

    

        
          
          
            challenge day
          
        

      
        
          as ive been touching up on this fic again and writing it more, i get so mad that i made Wooyoung an alpha and San an omega. like UGH. I wanna switch it SO BAD but it's too late *cries in agony*side note: i shifted the fic a little bit so now it's a wolf shifter au, i suggest rereading if you want but it's not necessary <3
      
  

  
  
    
    
  A/N: map of the amusement park I'm using for a mental image <3
 
  
 ◆◇◈◇◆  Jisung squints as he takes off his blindfold, and he and the others examine their supposed base. Minho takes Felix, Hyunjoo, Seungmin, and Jongho’s blindfolds and tosses them on the floor. “Is this the amphitheater?” Hyunjoo asks, placing her hands on her hips. “The family stage, yeah.” Wooyoung huffs, tossing his blindfold into the growing pile, absently noticing the cameras around them. “It’s a pretty open space,” Woojin comments, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s so big,” Felix mutters in awe. “It would be a fun place to perform at, too,” Seungmin says wistfully, glancing at the seats. “Mmh.” Minho nods in agreement. “Though if they run past here, it’ll be obvious this is our base.” “You think we could hide out backstage?” Mingi asks, facing Seonghwa and jutting his thumb over his shoulder. Seonghwa shrugs. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” He holds the paper in his hands, and the others approach him. “What’s that?” Jongho questions, gesturing toward the paper. “It’s the ingredients as a check-off list,” Seonghwa replies, furrowing his eyebrows as his eyes flit across the paper. Mingi leans over his shoulder, reading, and Seonghwa forces himself not to inhale the alpha’s scent like a madman. His lavender and sandalwood scent is so soothing to his wolf that it nearly drives him mad.  F@ck, he smells so good.  “What are they again?” Seungmin says, letting Felix lean into his side. “I know he said kimchi and rice,” Jongho mumbles. Mingi hums and lists the rest of them, his deep voice ringing in Seonghwa’s ear. “Meat, vegetables, and sauces are the last of it.” “Who wants to get what?” Woojin offers. “I’ll stay here at the base.” Mingi leaves Seonghwa’s side, glancing around. “Since they said it’s similar to capture the flag, there’s probably a section where we can sabotage the other team. If that happens, I’ll stand guard.” Seonghwa swallows. “That’s a good idea.” He glances at the others, calming his racing heart. “Any volunteers for anything?” Seungmin shrugs. “I’ll get the sauces.” “Lazy.” Felix smirks. The beta just smiles, not denying it. “I think we need the muscle to get the most important ingredients,” Minho comments. “They’ll probably have the highest points.” Seonghwa nods, his back straightening as he gets over his small moment of weakness. “You should get the meat then, Minho-ssi, and choose two people to go with you.” “Oh! I wanna go!” Felix offers, shooting his hand up. “You sure?” Seonghwa asks with a frown. “The other team is probably gonna do the same.” Felix waves his hand. “I can fight back. I’m pretty feisty. Besides, who can say no to this face?” He rapidly blinks his long lashes, poking his cheek, and Minho stares in disbelief. Seonghwa blanches while Jisung barks out a laugh. “That’s true.” The eldest nods, exhaling softly. “Yeah, okay. Wooyoung-ah, you go, too.” Wooyoung salutes. “Yes, Sir!” Seonghwa rolls his eyes. “I think I’ll get the rice with Woojin-ssi.” He points at the last omega. “Hyunjoo, get the veggies.” Hyunjoo nods. “Okay.” “That just leaves us, right?” Jongho speaks up, gesturing toward Jisung. “With the kimchi?” Seonghwa nods. “Yes, please.” Jisung grins, shaking out his hands. “Now, I’m kinda pumped.” “Just don’t lose anything.” Minho glares. “I don’t like losing.” Jisung huffs as Felix and Seungmin snicker. “Yes, Hyung.” The group moves backstage to take a further look around, and Mingi gets comfortable against a set of crates. “So how long before–” The group flinches when a siren goes off. “Challenge begins in five seconds…” Hyunjoo blinks. “Well then.”  ◇◇  
  “Challenge begins in five seconds…”
 Y/n blinks. “Oh.” Yunho shakes out his hands, bouncing on his toes. “Let’s do this!” Misuk wrinkles her nose beside him, the two teamed up to find kimchi. “Uh oh.” “Everyone remember their assignments?” Chan asks, meeting everyone’s gaze. A horn goes off as they nod. He grins, and Y/n and Hyunjin’s eyes linger on his canines. “Good, go! Don’t get hurt!” “Yes, Sir!” San calls out. San takes off first with Hongjoong and Yeosang. The three of them are tasked with gathering the meat. Changbin and Hyunjin leave next, off to find rice. As Hyunjin passes Y/n, he squeezes her hand, and she squeezes back, her wolf comforted by the touch. “Good luck,” he whispers. She smiles back, nodding. “Stay safe.” “I’ll protect him!” Changbin exclaims, making Hyunjin laugh. “He’s in safe hands.” Y/n shakes her head. “Okay, Oppa.” Chan stays at the base to protect it. Y/n and Jeongin are on their own to search for sauces and vegetables, respectively. Y/n’s eyes linger on the alpha once more before she walks away, anxiously looking around. For a while, she passes a few rides and notices they’re closed off, so there must be certain areas to look in. As Y/n ponders where they would place the sauces in a place as big as this, she pauses at a table with a sign on it. She jogs over and sees the word ‘Pork’ on the sign with a few things of packaged pork. Y/n groans. “Oh, my gods. We could have pork belly!” Her task was to get sauces, but they never said anything about not grabbing anything else if they found something. Y/n hesitates but ultimately grabs a single package to keep her hands open. Y/n leaves the base and keeps walking around. Whenever she sees the others on the opposite team, she clams up and hides until they pass. Pork belly has to be one of the higher points, and there’s no way she’s letting it slip through her fingers. Y/n hears footsteps and takes cover behind a trash can, quickly masking her scent. She keeps her eyes peeled, and when the wolf passes, her heart rate kicks up at the sight of the familiar beta. She nibbles on her lip, waiting for him to leave. Seungmin stops, his ear twitching, and Y/n freezes, holding her breath. His lips curl up without facing her, and he keeps walking. Y/n watches him turn the corner and relaxes, standing. She barely makes it two steps before her spine jumps, feeling someone’s gaze on her back. “Boo!” Y/n screams, nearly jumping a foot in the air, and turns around, glaring. Seungmin bends over the waist, laughing himself to tears and slapping his knee. “Yah!” Y/n shoves his shoulder, holding her package of pork behind her back. “Don’t  do that! You scared the sh@t out of me!” Seungmin’s full-belly laugh falters to a chuckle while he stands to his full height, brushing away a fake tear. “Ahh, I’m sorry. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.” Y/n glares at him, and the beta smirks devilishly. “Whatcha doing out here alone, hm?” Y/n shrinks in on herself, averting her gaze. “N-Nothing.” Seungmin hums, leaning into her space, and she tenses when he inhales, scenting the meat behind her back. “You’re lying.” She lowers her eyelids. “Of course, I’m lying. You’re the enemy. I’m not telling you anything.” The beta grins and steps back, lifting his shoulder. “Fair enough… Whatcha looking for?” Y/n presses her lips together, her scent sweetening. “‘S a secret.” Seungmin’s eyes light up with mirth as he chuckles deeply. “You’re seriously so cute, you know that?” Y/n rolls her eyes and lifts her hand, tugging him down by his ear. Seungmin’s eyes widen in shock when she brushes their noses together. “Quit being a cheeky beta, and go.” She kisses his cheek and darts away, keeping her package of pork hidden from view. Seungmin stands there for a minute before he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Focus, Seungmin.” The beta scrubs a hand down his face before he walks off, ignoring his wolf howling in amusement by the pretty omega that runs rent-free in his head.  ◇◇  Hyunjoo tries not to get frustrated as she passes the fourth table of ingredients. She’s been searching for what feels like forever now and hasn’t seen a glimpse of any vegetables other than kimchi. Which she grabbed because, hello, every dinner needs kimchi.  Why is it so hard to find some stinkin’ vegetables?   She pauses.  What if vegetables cost the most?  She thinks.  That’s probably why it’s so hard to find!  Invigorated by her theory, Hyunjoo pushes herself into a jog to find them. As she turns a corner eyeing the massive rollercoaster, Hyunjoo pauses when she notices two others dressed in yellow vests. “Well.” Hyunjoo c@cks her hip out. “Look at what we have here.” Yunho and Misuk pause at the sight of her. “Oh. Hyunjoo-yah.” Hyunjoo grins, wiggling her fingers. “Hello, guys.” Yunho’s eyes dart down to the kimchi container by her hip, and he visibly tenses. Hyunjoo lifts an eyebrow before holding up the container. “Looking for this?” she taunts. Misuk glowers. “Where’d you get that?” “Oh. Just over that way!” Hyunjoo points to the left. “You see that building over there?” Yunho and Misuk stupidly look in the direction she’s pointing, squinting. “Uhhh, yeah?” “Yeah, it’s right over there next to none-ya-business.” Their expressions fall flat, and Hyunjoo bursts into laughter, running past them. “Good luck finding it!” Misuk glares at her purple back while Misuk pouts. “Omegas are evil,” Yunho grumbles. Misuk rolls her eyes. “Whatever.” Hyunjoo jogs around for a few more minutes before her keen eyesight catches the end of a sign sticking out of a fake tree bush. The omega sprints to it and shoves the branches aside, revealing the word ‘vegetables.’ “Yes!” She cheers. She pumps her fist and tucks the container between her thighs. She tugs the table out of hiding and glimpses at everything. Packages of carrots, radishes, cabbage, green onions, chili peppers, perilla leaves, mushrooms, and chives sit on the table, and she contemplates what to take. She can’t fit all of them in her arms with the kimchi, so she grabs what she thinks the others might want the most and stuffs some in her shirt. When she’s stable enough, Hyunjoo retucks the table and sprints back to base, giggling with glee.  ◇◇  “Hey, Hyung. Do you think there will be a challenge when we’re cooking later?” Felix asks, blinking up at him while they walk hand-in-hand. “Possibly.” Minho nods, glancing around. “If it’s between our two teams, the others are screwed.” Wooyoung grins. “No one here can cook better than I can.” Minho lifts an eyebrow. “Is that so?” “Absolutely,” Wooyoung tuts back. Minho chuffs. “We’ll see about that, pup.” Felix suppresses an amused smirk while Wooyoung and Minho stare each other down. To keep them from fighting again, Felix swings his and Minho’s hands, chirping. “This is so exciting, our first challenge!” “I just want to win,” Minho mumbles while they backtrack toward the front gates. “Hyung, why are we going this way?” Wooyoung asks. “Surely, they wouldn’t put anything this close to our base?” Minho keeps his eyes peeled, sniffing. “Maybe, but think about it. They blindfolded us so we wouldn’t see anything. That means they could be anywhere, and I  swore I saw something when we were outside the gates.” Wooyoung huffs. “If you say so.” Minho sends him a withering glare, but the alpha just grins. Felix spots something and tugs on his hand, successfully distracting him again. “Hm?” He gives Felix his full attention. Felix points ahead. “What’s that? By that souvenir shop?” Wooyoung and Minho face that direction and squint. The shop is closed off, but there’s some kind of stand in front of it. “Let’s check it out.” Minho jerks his head. They jog over to the souvenir shop. There’s a table labeled ‘chicken’ with three packages of chicken thighs on it. “Oh, chicken!” Felix exclaims. “It’s chicken!” “Good job, Felix!” Wooyoung pats his back. Felix’s light brown eyes sparkle as he smiles. “Hm.” Minho tilts his head. “There’s only chicken…” “Which is just white meat.” Wooyoung taps his chin. “When we’re known to eat a lot of red meat.” “So there’s probably other kinds around,” Minho finishes. “Oh! If there’s chicken, you think they have pork belly?!” Wooyoung asks enthusiastically, his vetiver and amber scent pumping out in waves. Felix groans. “Ughh, pork belly.” He shakes Minho’s arm. “Hyung, I want pork belly!” Wooyoung moans dramatically and drapes himself over Minho’s back. “Me too.” Minho side-eyes Wooyoung, and the alpha launches himself off of him. “Sorry.” Minho huffs while Felix snickers. “Let’s see if they have it.” He stands. “Felix, take the chicken and head back to the base. We’ll keep looking for beef and pork.” “Got it!”  ◇◇  Hyunjin walks beside Changbin in silence at first, just looking around. Then he feels Changbin staring at him and faces him. “What?” Changbin blinks, then shrugs. “Nothing, just looking at the view.” “The view?” Hyunjin repeats, incredulously. “What view?” Changbin’s lips pull into an attractive down-turned smirk, and Hyunjin instantly regrets asking. “He’s standing right in front of me.” Hyunjin groans, shaking his head as his ears turn red, and Changbin giggles. “Oh, my  gods, Hyung. Does that line really work on others?” He shrugs, still smirking. “I don’t know, you tell me.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, a warm feeling filling his chest. “What’s so great about this view you speak of?” Changbin blows his cheeks out. “You want me to pick just one? Gods, that’s gonna take all day.” Hyunjin cracks a smile, his scent sweetening.  This alpha.  “I’m serious!” Changbin exclaims. The omega shakes his head. “Hyung, quit flirting with me and focus on the challenge.” Changbin beams, gently bumping him with his shoulder. “Oh, so you’re aware I’m flirting with you?" Hyunjin huffs, eyeing the wave pool. When he notices a table by the shore, he decides not to get his pants wet and ignores it. “Yes, I’m aware.” “Do you hate it?” he prods. Hyunjin doesn’t respond, feeling the heat of his ears and cheeks. Changbin smirks. “You’re not saying no.” “‘M not saying yes either.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes again. “Yah, Hyunjin-ah?” “Hm?” “Can I hold your hand?” Hyunjin stalls and faces him. The alpha’s face is entirely sincere and serious. “What? Why?” “Because–” Changbin pokes out his lip. “-it looks lonely.” Hyunjin throws his head back with a loud laugh. “Wah! What the hell?” He shakes his head and keeps walking. “You’re cute, Hyung. I’ll give you that.” Changbin catches up to him. “Did it work that time?” Hyunjin huffs and holds out his hand. “Sure, Hyung. You can hold my  lonely hand.” Changbin grabs it, linking their fingers together, and the weight of his hand is blissfully sturdy. When he lifts and kisses the back of Hyunjin’s hand, the omega jolts and blushes like crazy while his wolf rumbles in approval. “Seriously?” He playfully glares, his cherry blossom and berry scent heightening. Changbin just chuffs, his cedarwood and balsam scent billowing out of him in waves of pride. They keep walking around looking, and Changbin keeps flirting with Hyunjin. Usually, Hyunjin would be put off by an alpha flirting so heavily and obviously with him, but it’s different when it’s Changbin. The alpha isn’t pushy, and never once is he perverted about it either. They’re just honest compliments, borderline worship. His wolf heavily approves of this alpha and inwardly encourages him to keep going, despite Hyunjin growing more and more shy about it. “Hyunjin-ah, look!” Changbin shouts, making Hyunjin flinch. “It’s the rice!” Hyunjin turns his head, and sure enough, a table with the word ‘rice’ on it sits near a dragon ride. Hyunjin lets go of Changbin’s hand and runs over to it. “F@ck@ng finally!” “Only three bags,” Changbin hums. “I’ll take two, you take one.” Hyunjin shrugs and grabs one, happy to oblige. “Let’s head back to base. Do you remember the way?” Changbin blinks. “Um… No.” Hyunjin huffs. “Of course, not.” He turns and walks off. “Follow me, Hyung.” Changbin wiggles his shoulder. “Cominggg!” Hyunjin backtracks toward the base. Then a loud, shrill alarm goes off through the speakers, making him and Changbin shout. “What the–”  “Attention, contestants!”  A voice says.  “You have entered the Sabotage era. You have five minutes to steal from the opposing team!”  A horn sounds, and the announcement ends. Hyunjin and Changbin look at each other for a few seconds, eyes wide and frantic. Then Hyunjin tenses when he hears footsteps, his omega instincts going off. “Run!” Hyunjin takes off sprinting, and Changbin instantly follows him. “YAH!” A familiar voice calls after them. “GET OVER HERE!” Hyunjin whines, running faster. “Noooo! Hyung-ah, go away!” Changbin yells at him. “Hyunjin-ah! Go, go, go!”  ◇◇   “Attention, contestants!”  A voice says.  “You have entered the Sabotage era. You have five minutes to steal from the opposing team!”  Y/n flinches when the horn goes off and rapidly blinks. “So it is like ‘capture the flag.’” Y/n surveys her surroundings and realizes she’s fairly close to the base. She trots away, deciding to defend the base so she can avoid fighting. However, a few paces later, she hears scuffling, catching Hyunjin’s scent and voice. “Yah, you alphan b@st@rd! Let go!” the omega shouts. Jisung growls. “You let go!” Y/n huffs and picks up the pace. As she grows closer, she sees Jisung and Hyunjin playing tug-of-war with a bag of rice and sprints forward. She jumps at the last second and tackles them to the ground, taking them off guard. They go tumbling, and Y/n helps Hyunjin tug the bag of rice away from Jisung. “Yah!” Jisung shouts, his voice cracking. “This isn’t fair! You can’t double team me!” “Says who!?” Hyunjin grunts, dodging Jisung’s elbow. Y/n gets her fingers into Jisung’s side and digs in. The alpha yelps, laughter bubbling out of his lips. Hyunjin yanks the rice out of his hands with a triumphant shout. “I got it!” Jisung shrieks with laughter as Y/n relentlessly tickles him. “D-D@mn it! No, stop tickling– Pfft! Y/n-ah!” He abruptly shoves her off him, and Y/n collides with the ground, briefly slamming her head against the concrete. She groans, clutching her head. Hyunjin doesn’t get to leave when Jisung quickly recovers and goes after him. Y/n shakes her head and stumbles to her feet, eyeing Hyunjin and Jisung wrestling. When she finds an opening, Y/n pounces, tackling Jisung off of Hyunjin, but Jisung takes control of their tumble, pinning her to the ground. Jisung’s eyes flash a brilliant scarlet red as he growls at her, and Y/n growls right back, showing her golden eyes. “Not so fast.” Y/n grits, wrapping her legs around his waist and tossing him to the side. “Can’t let you get my teammate, Alpha.” Y/n jumps on his back and grabs his arms, pinning them against his back. “Hyunjin-ah! Run, go!” Jisung struggles and squirms under her, but Y/n keeps her grip tight. Hyunjin stumbles to his feet, his hair a mess around his frame, and sprints away. “D@mn it!” Jisung shouts. Jisung throws his weight back and knocks Y/n off of him, the package hidden in his shirt falling out in the process. Y/n rolls to the side, hitting a trash can, and groans. Jisung kneels in front of her, glaring. Y/n huffs, standing up slowly. “What?” She grins, feeling her wolf scratching at the surface from the rough-housing, and notices the packet behind Jisung. “Mad an omega beat you?” “The opposite, actually,” Jisung replies, a growl strong in his voice as he stares her down with those beautiful scarlet-red eyes. “I’m curious if you’re just as feisty in your wolfskin, Omega.” Y/n’s grin turns to a devious smirk, a purr rumbling in her throat. “You wouldn’t stand a chance, Alpha.” Then she advances on him, and Jisung prepares to defend himself, but Y/n rolls straight past him. “Eh?” Jisung whirls around and pales. Y/n smirks, teasingly waving the package of kimchi at him. “Dropped this, hm?” Jisung grits his teeth. “Sh@t.” Y/n giggles and takes off running, calling over her shoulder. “Thanks, Jisung-ah!” “Yah!” Jisung pushes himself up and runs after her. “Come back here!” Y/n is a cackling mess, high off adrenaline while she runs away, and a horn blares through the speakers. 
   “Sabotage over!” 
 Jisung groans, trotting to a stop, and rests his hands on his knees, panting. “F@ck!” Y/n quickly catches up to Hyunjin, and he grins when he sees her. “Hey!” “Hi!” She giggles. “Where’s Changbin-oppa?” “Got separated!” Hyunjin shouts back. “Seonghwa-hyung was chasing him!” Y/n nods. “Race you back to base!” Hyunjin’s eyes flash a pretty forest green, and he growls, picking up the pace. Y/n lets out a shrill of laughter and sprints with all of her might. Her wolf recognizes the play and fuels her to run faster. Eventually, they recognize the picnic grounds where their base is and keep running, bumping and shoving each other. Chan notices them first and smiles with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Y/n runs ahead of Hyunjin, crossing the metaphoric line. “I win!” Hyunjin catches himself against one of the picnic tables, grinning. “Yeah, yeah!” “Well, hello.” Chan huffs a laugh. “Hi!” Y/n waves her kimchi packet. “We got rice and kimchi!” Chan takes it from her hand. “Nice finds! Did you steal from anyone? You’re supposed to get sauces, and you already stopped by once with pork.” Hyunjin shakes his head while Y/n nods. “Mhm! I helped Hyunjin keep Jisung from stealing the rice, and he dropped some kimchi in the process, so I took it and ran!” Chan laughs, holding his hand up. “Well, alright! Good job, Y/n!” Y/n giggles, high-pitched and full of glee, as she high-fives him. “Thanks! It was super fun! It’s been  so long since I’ve wrestled with anyone. I almost thought I forgot how to.” “You’re not hurt, are you?” Chan shifts from excited to worried, brushing a hand over her forearm. Y/n shakes her head, gripping his arm back. “No! Well, my head hurts a little from hitting it on the ground, but I’ll be fine.” He lifts an eyebrow. “You sure?” She nods. “Positive.” He hums and lets her go. “Alright. Let me know if that changes, yeah?” Y/n smiles brightly, delighted that he cares. “Of course, Alpha.” He lowers his eyelids in warning with a small growl in his chest. Y/n snickers and blows a playful kiss at him, feeling bratty and confident from her playfight with Hyunjin, and slips away from him. Chan watches her leave with mirth in his eyes, and if his eyes fall upon her backside, no one calls him out for his ogling. Everyone except for Changbin, Jeongin, Yunho, and Misuk is scattered around the picnic grounds, eyeing their catches. Chan gathers everyone to talk about the time difference, and they plan for some members to come back early to defend while the others go out to attack the other team. Once done, they quickly head back out, and Y/n heads over to the water park with a theory in mind.  ◇◇  Jisung jogs to a stop at the base and collapses to the ground, groaning. Jongho frowns. “Yah, where’s the kimchi?” Jisung whines and waves his hand in a random direction. “The stupid… omegas… got it.” The others groan in annoyance. “I  told you not to run after Hyunjin,” Jongho scolds. Jisung pouts, but doesn’t respond. Minho sends him a withering glare, and the alpha shrinks in on himself. “We need to make a plan,” Seungmin says, ignoring Jisung. “It’s only been a total of fifteen minutes. There’s no way that was the only sabotage time.” Minho nods. “I agree.” “Should we make a plan for the next one?” Hyunjoo asks, facing Seonghwa. “Go after them in groups next time?” “I think they’re doing it in four quarters,” Mingi speaks up, catching the group’s attention from his spot at the back. “There are fifteen minutes in a quarter. Ten minutes to search and find. Five minutes to sabotage. Four times equals an hour.” “Ohhhh! You’re right!” Felix perks up. Seonghwa bumps his hip. “Nice thinking, Mingi-yah.” Mingi just flushes, his scent pumping out for a moment from the praise. “If that’s the case, we’re going to have to move a lot faster.” Woojin sighs, tapping his chin. “We don’t have a lot here right now.” The members glance at the table. They have the vegetables Hyunjoo got, chicken from Felix, three things of pork, three bags of rice, and Jongho’s kimchi. “That’s fine.” Wooyoung shrugs. “The first ten minutes were a test run. We know where and  what to look for. Now we just have to do it faster while avoiding the others.” “Then try to sabotage their things next round,” Seonghwa finishes, nodding. “We’ve already wasted a few minutes, so let’s head out and make it fast before the next sabotage. Mingi-yah, keep holding down the fort.” “You got it, Hyung.” Mingi bows his head with this cool air around him. The others disperse as Seonghwa smiles at him. Mingi’s been pretty reliable since the start of the contest. It warms his heart. Mingi catches him staring and blushes like an idiot. Seonghwa huffs, walking off, and mutters, “Cute.”  ◇◇  Misuk sighs for what feels like the tenth time, and Yunho tries not to growl at her. “Ugh, this is annoying,” the omega complains. “Why is this so hard?” “Well, if we moved a little faster, I’m sure we’d catch up,” Yunho replies, letting his annoyance slip. Misuk doesn’t even acknowledge it as they stop by another empty kimchi stand. “Ugh, this is ridiculous!” Yunho and Misuk have been trying to find a kimchi stand, but the ones they’ve found were all empty; the other team must’ve gotten to them first. Yunho wonders who was tasked to find them; they work pretty diligently.  The first sabotage era has passed, and Yunho is aching to get into some action. It’s frustrating for his naturally competitive nature that he hasn’t found anything or done anything for his team. To make matters worse, Misuk has complained nonstop since the moment they left the base, and he’s getting pretty fed up with her attitude. Initially, he tried to pass it off as her being an omega, but that doesn’t mean much. He’s met plenty of fierce omegas, so she has no excuse. What was the point in joining a competition like this if she was just going to pussyfoot around and complain like a pup? Yunho lifts his head when he hears footsteps. The pretty freckled omega passes by without noticing them, jogging around looking, and Yunho almost wishes he were working with him instead. Misuk grunts, her lips pulling into a sneer. “F@ck@ng Felix.” Yunho frowns, looking down at her. “Something wrong with Felix?” Misuk huffs, crossing her arms over her plump chest. “He’s just…” She scrunches her face and waves her hand. “-so perky! It’s irritating sometimes.” Yunho blinks but doesn’t say anything. Sure, he’s noticed Felix’s bubbly persona, but he finds it endearing and refreshing. His wolf tells him something’s off about this female omega, and he listens. After this small encounter, he has no intention of getting to know her. There’s just no positive appeal to Misuk that justifies him liking her. They keep searching, and eventually, they find another table. “Look!” Misuk points. “It says kimchi!” They jog over, and Yunho’s shoulders sag with relief when they find it full. “Thank the gods,” he mutters, grabbing them. “Here, Misuk. Take them and hold onto them. I’ll protect you in case another sabotage starts while we’re heading back.” Misuk’s eyes widen as she wraps her arms around the three packages. “Oh. Yeah, okay. I’ll hold them.” Yunho places a hand on her lower back, guiding her away, and she goes willingly, her face a bright red. She likes the idea of an alpha protecting her, especially a tall, handsome alpha like Yunho. Her plan to act coy and defenseless seems to be paying off.  ◇◇  It’s been about twenty minutes, and Jeongin still hasn’t found any vegetables, and it’s beginning to p@ss him off. How hard is it to find some stupid perilla leaves, carrots and whatever the f@ck else they have planned? Very, apparently. Jogging past some greenery, Jeongin keeps his eyes peeled. Then, something catches his foot, and he tumbles to the ground. Jeongin shifts onto his b@tt, hissing, as he rubs his knee. “Huh?” He notices the leg of a table sticking out from the tree bush and jumps to his feet, tugging the table out. His eyes fill with glee when he sees it labeled ‘vegetables,’ but his excitement falls when he finds the table empty. The alpha groans, dropping his head back. “Of course.” He grumbles something unintelligible, his eyes flashing red, and kicks the table. Shaking his head, Jeongin takes off into a light jog and keeps searching.  As he eyes the Ferris wheel, goosebumps jump across his back, and he turns around, growling. “Whoa there!” The eldest alpha of the contest grins. “It’s just us.” Jeongin glares at Woojin, noticing Seonghwa standing beside him. “Hyungs,” he greets tersely. Seonghwa smiles sweetly. “Hey, little wolf. You doing okay?” Jeongin huffs, shifting his weight around. “I’m fine.” “You sure?” Woojin taunts. “Looks like the pup has a little booboo.” Jeongin glances down at his scratched knee and glares at him. “Will you stop that? I’m not that young.” Woojin shrugs while Seonghwa chuckles. “Still a pup.” Jeongin rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” He turns around and jogs off. “Good luck, Pup!” Woojin shouts. Jeongin clenches his fist, forcing himself not to flip him off like he wants to.  ◇◇  Y/n jogs across the amusement park, heading straight to the waterpark area. It’s summer, so she knows it’s open because the winter side was closed off to them. It’s a bit of a stretch, but she just has to check. As she nears the water park, her instincts go off, and she slows her pace, watching for any other signs of life. There are cute huts to her right, giving it a Hawaiian look, but Y/n ignores them, facing the water. It’s a lazy river that leads out to a small shore, and a quarter of the way inward, she notices a table with the word ‘sauces’ on it. Y/n groans. “F@ck@ng finally.” She’s been searching everywhere for sauces, and nothing came up until now. Is there really only one table for sauces?  Y/n pushes into a jog but flinches when she notices something in the corner of her eye. She turns and makes eye contact with him. “You’ve  got to be kidding me,” she mumbles. They both stop, staring at each other. Then, Y/n takes off into a sprint, and he follows her. The water kicks up from their haste, and they stumble in front of the table on opposite sides, eyeing each other. “Oh no, you don’t.” Seungmin grins, holding his hands out. “Sorry, Sweetheart. I gotta take these.” Y/n lifts an eyebrow. “Well, we’re just gonna have to fight. Can’t eat bland food.” Seungmin scoffs, inching closer to the table. “Really?  You’re  gonna fight  me?” He waves at her body. “What, you and your five-foot self?” Y/n growls. “Five foot  four, thank you. I can and  will fight you, Kim Seungmin.” Seungmin smirks, eyes turning a pretty silver, and crouches down. “Come at me, Omega.” Y/n growls, eyes turning gold, and rushes forward, shoving his chest. Seungmin doesn’t budge an inch and glances down at his chest. “Is that it?” Y/n growls, growing agitated from his teasing, and launches at him again. Seungmin meets her head on, grabbing her shoulders, but Y/n ducks down and kicks his leg out. Seungmin yelps as he slips on the unsteady ground and falls into the water. Y/n cheers and runs for the table. She quickly assesses the sauces and seasonings on the table and smirks, holding her shirt out with one hand. She uses her other arm to scoop everything off the table and into the pocket she created from her shirt. Seungmin huffs as he sits up on his elbows, shaking out his wet hair. “Really?” Y/n glances over her shoulder and snorts. His drenched brown and blond hair hangs in his face like a wet puppy, and she falls into a fit of giggles, waddling away. “Sorry, Seungmin-ah!” Y/n shouts over her shoulder. “Better luck next time, Beta!” Seungmin lies there in the water, watching the omega waddle-run away. His wolf chuffs in both annoyance and endearment. “Unbelievable,” he mutters. When he loses sight of her, Seungmin exhales deeply, running his hands through his wet hair and exposing his forehead. “Hyung’s gonna kill me,” he grumbles. The beta falls back, closing his eyes and letting the water submerge him.  ◇◇  As they prowl around the amusement park, Hongjoong watches and listens to the two omegas beside him flirt with each other. They’ve been fairly successful with their catches so far. They’ve got plenty of beef with a good amount of chicken, but their team has unanimously agreed that pork belly is the most desired ingredient, so they’re trying to find more. Well, Hongjoong is. Yeosang and San are telling each other the worst pick-up lines they can think of on the spot while bumping into each other and pushing out their sweet, enticing scents. Hongjoong thought Seonghwa’s lily of the valley and mandarin scent was perfect, but San’s meadowsweet and frangipani and Yeosang’s hazelnut and neroli scents are equally as mind-numbing. His wolf has taken a liking to the three omegas the most, and since then, he’s kept an eye on them. “You’re so hot, my zipper is falling for you.” San smirks. Yeosang snorts. “Yeah? How about this? I love my bed… but it’d be better with you in it.” San’s cheeks turn pink while he leans into Yeosang’s face anyway, wiggling his eyebrows. “Roses are red, violets are fine… You be the six, and I’ll be the nine.” Yeosang laughs, swatting San’s shoulder. “If I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting head?” San’s jaw drops, his scent pumping out in strong waves, and Yeosang grins. “Do you have any room for an extra tongue in your mouth?” Yeosang lifts an eyebrow, his ears pink and his scent spiking. “No, but if you’re feeling down, I can  feel you up.” He runs his hand over San’s stomach, and San fl@sters, averting his gaze. Hongjoong fights a laugh, shaking his head.  They are seriously adorable.  “I’ve got one,” the alpha suddenly says despite himself. The two omegas turn to him with shocked expressions. “Oh?” Yeosang blinks. “Lay it on us, Hyung!” San beams. “How do you feel about doing some math in the bedroom? All you need to do is add me, subtract  your clothes, divide your legs, and we can multiply.” Yeosang and San’s faces turn bright red. They stop walking, their scents clashing in waves of shock and fl@ster, and Hongjoong laughs softly, striding ahead of them. “Seriously, you two are too cute,” he says over his shoulder. “What’s the point of flirting with each other like this?” San grabs Yeosang’s hand and catches up to Hongjoong. “Because it’s fun!” “And it’s normal for omegas to flirt with each other,” Yeosang adds. “It’s just a thing.” “Yeah! Alphas have knot-measuring contests, and omegas flirt with each other!” San teases. Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “We do  not have knot-measuring contests.” Yeosang snorts, mumbling. “Sure, you don’t.” Hongjoong shakes his head. “Come on. We gotta focus. The next sabotage is coming up.”  ◇◇  The moment the horn sounds for the sabotage period, Yunho takes off running. Jeongin mentioned seeing Minho heading behind the family stage with pork in his hands, so Chan sent him to check it out.  As he gets closer, Yunho inhales deeply and grins when he catches Mingi’s scent, speeding up.  When he gets there, he lightly jogs down the steps, approaching the stage. It’s silent, but Yunho picks up on two distinct scents. His wolf is pleased to find a certain omega there, and Yunho curses under his breath.  Of course, Seonghwa-hyung is here too.  Yunho hates to admit it, but he has a fairly big crush on the older omega. He didn’t really think there would be anyone in the competition to catch his eye romantically. Mingi doesn’t count; he’s practically his soulmate, but Park Seonghwa is a completely different story. His wolf took one look at him and knew he had to get his paws on him, and Yunho has been trying to hold back his instincts. It’s scary how much he’s attracted to him. Ignoring his attraction, Yunho approaches the stage. “Yunho-yah!” Yunho flinches as Mingi shouts from behind the stage. “Yunho-yaaaah!” Mingi shouts. “Whatcha up to!?” Yunho chuckles, slowly approaching. “Stealing your sh@t! Let me in, little pig!” “Come at me!” he yells back. Yunho pushes into a trot but falters when Seonghwa steps out from behind the backdrop. “Sh@t,” he hisses. Seonghwa smiles slowly. “Hello, pretty boy.” Yunho huffs. “Seonghwa-hyung.” The omega grins, wiggling his fingers as he slowly approaches. “You shouldn’t be here.” Yunho’s pulse picks up as Seonghwa blocks his path, his pretty scent evading his senses. “Come on, Hyung. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” “Make what harder?” Seonghwa teases, tilting his head and exposing his lean neck. Yunho grits his teeth and takes off, trying to pass Seonghwa, but the omega appears before him, shoving him back. Yunho groans. “Fine. You wanna play?” He glares, pushing his scent out. “Let’s play.” Seonghwa’s eyes darken with desire, and he licks his lips before pouncing. Yunho and Seonghwa tussle back and forth. Every time Yunho manages to evade Seonghwa, the omega picks up his speed and blocks the entrance. They’re hurling playful insults at each other, and Yunho’s wolf eagerly soaks in all the attention. Yunho has to constantly shove him back and remind him that this is a competition, not a chase with an omega. It’s a constant game of cat and mouse, teasing and wrestling each other. It drains his time like crazy, and Yunho gets irritated. Eventually, Yunho evades Seonghwa’s attack and shoves him off the stage. It’s barely three feet, so he’s not worried about him being injured. However, Seonghwa recovers quickly and lunges at him, tackling him to the ground. They roll twice until Seonghwa grabs his wrists and pins him down. “Gotcha!” he exclaims. His black hair is a mess around his face, and his face is flushed from exertion. Yunho huffs, his entire face pink. “Seriously?” Seonghwa lets out a chuckle that distinctly sounds like a purr and sits back, dropping his weight against Yunho’s d@ck. The alpha stiffens like a statue, willing himself not to pop a knot like a pathetic teenager. Seonghwa lifts his head, and Yunho eyes the expanse of his exposed throat. His chest shudders with restraint, his hands curling into fists. Seonghwa pushes out his scent and Yunho sucks in a sharp breath from the pheromones meant to attract an alpha. “F@ck, Hyung–” Seonghwa leans down, rolling his hips simultaneously, and Yunho moans, trembling as he holds himself back, his d@ck filling rapidly. Seonghwa hums. “What’s wrong, Alpha? You seem a little flustered.” Yunho opens his mouth to respond, but Seonghwa dips his head down and drags his long tongue up Yunho’s throat, and Yunho’s scent bursts into waves of lust and want. Then the horn sounds.  “Sabatoge over.”  Seonghwa kisses Yunho’s cheek and stands, walking away. He chuckles under his breath, grinning to himself.  Cute.  Yunho sits there for a minute and groans, thumping his head against the ground. “F@ck.”He contemplates ending his life for a moment until he hears footsteps and hauls himself up, leaving the amphitheater.  That d@mn omega.   ◇◇  Y/n waits with Chan at the base after the horn sounds. “Still okay?” Chan asks, facing her. When she frowns, he gestures toward his head. “Oh, right.” She sits up straighter. “Yeah, I’m still okay. Thank you.” He smiles. “Good.” Y/n’s eyes linger on his lips yet again.  Why does he have such kissable lips? That should be illegal.  She shakes herself off as Hyunjin jogs into the area. “Anything?” Chan asks. The omega shakes his head. “No. I saw Minho-hyung and got scared.” Chan huffs a laugh while Y/n snorts in understanding.  “That’s okay,” Chan reassures. “Maybe next time.” Hyunjin nods and collapses beside Y/n, taking the water bottle she hands him. “Thank you,” he mumbles. She smiles as he takes a big swig. “Ugh,” he groans as the rest of their team trickles into base to check in. “This place is so huge, it’s absurd.” She winces. “I know.” “Look!” Jeongin runs over, waving a packet of beef in his hands. “Look what I stole from Minho-hyung!” “What?” Chan takes the package as Jeongin stops before him, panting. “Did you really?” “Mhm!” He nods, eyes blazing with glee. “It was hard. Hyung fights dirty, but I got it.” Y/n whistles lowly. “Impressive.” “More like scary,” Misuk grumbles. “He’s definitely going to come for us next time.” Chan makes a face. “Great.” Yunho comes back, sauntering and sulking. They all watch him cross the area, but Yeosang’s eyes linger on the tent in his shorts. “Uhhhhh.” San blinks slowly. “You okay?” Yeosang asks tentatively. “Did you get anything?” Chan adds. Yunho collapses on the bench and groans. “No.” “What happened?” Hongjoong questions, worry written along his face as Yunho slouches over his knees. “Park Seonghwa happened,” Yunho hisses. He opens his eyes and looks at Hongjoong. “That omega is a  demon. Avoid him at all costs.” Y/n presses her lips into a thin line to keep herself from laughing. Hongjoong has a look of understanding and pity on his face while the others try not to laugh at him. “Why is your d@ck hard?” Jeongin says bluntly. “Jeongin!” Chan exclaims, his ears pink. Yunho huffs, ruffling his black and blonde hair. “He’s a flirt and a tease, that’s why. Aish!” Y/n and Hyunjin snicker at him while Yeosang and San watch him with heated expressions. “Well.” Chan claps his hands together. “Let’s try again. We’ve got some good stuff so far, so we’ll have a good dinner tonight.” “If we manage to keep it,” Misuk grumbles. “Minho-ssi is scary.” They all grimace, and Y/n laughs softly at their matching expressions. “Let’s head back out.”  ◇◇  Hongjoong, Yeosang, and San head back out to look for more meat. It feels a bit worthless, though. They’re sure they’ve managed to grab everything. They approach another table and perk up when it says ‘Pork.’ Yeosang rushes over and deflates when they find it empty. He faces them with his bottom lip poked out. “Oh, man.” He pouts. San’s chest contracts with a rush of cuteness aggression, and he and Hongjoong fight their laughter.  F@ck, he’s so cute.  “Come on.” Hongjoong scratches Yeosang’s chin affectionately, surprising the omega. “Let’s keep looking.”  ◇◇  Y/n’s team doesn’t manage to find more ingredients, and before they know it, the third sabotage session has started, startling them all. Chan paces at the front of his base, waiting. His wolf is on edge, feeling like he’s being watched, and Chan stops, staring around the area. A moment later, he hears footsteps and watches three members of the yellow team approach the picnic area. “Oh, come on,” Chan grumbles. Felix grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Heyyyyyy, Chriiiiiiis.” Chan pokes his cheek with his tongue, fondness and exasperation filling his scent. “Oi, don’t do this.” “Do what?” Felix teases, slowly inching closer with Wooyoung and Jongho on either side of him. “‘M not doing anything.” “Felix!” Chan whines, eyes darting between him, Wooyoung, and Jongho. “Lix, come on. It’s me, your best mate. Don’t do this to me!” “Sorry, mate.” Felix winks at him. “It’s just business.” Jongho and Wooyoung launch forward, but Chan intercepts, shoving them back. Felix sashays over, pumping out his sweet, enticing scent and giving him sparkling, lidded eyes. Chan can’t help but watch his addictive hips sway, his hidden feelings rushing to the surface. Chan’s face heats up. “Yah! Felix, stop!” “Stop what?” Felix purrs, dropping his voice an octave, and Chan groans, arousal pooling into his gut. Felix presses himself against Chan’s front. His captivating brown eyes take Chan’s breath away, and his eyes linger across his face, enchanted by the sun shining against his pretty freckles and glossy lips. He tries to breathe through his surprise but inhales his scent and melts, absently dropping a hand to his hip. He’s always been weak to Felix and his scent. Always. Felix wraps his arms around Chan’s neck. “Hey, Alpha.” Chan snaps back into himself and shoves Felix back, grabbing Jongho and wrestling him away from the base. Wooyoung slips through with his agile body, and Chan curses. While Chan tussles with Jongho, Felix keeps pushing out his scent and playfully poking and prodding Chan's tickle spots, distracting him. “Lee Felix, stop it!” Chan shouts, grunting when Jongho gets him on his back. Felix’s laugh is slightly manic as he keeps teasing. “I got it!” Wooyoung shouts, waving the pork belly. “Come on!” Jongho abruptly escapes Chan’s hold and takes off running with Wooyoung. Chan groans, lying on his back and panting, staring at the sky blankly. Felix giggles and kneels beside him. “Sorry, Hyung.” He sighs. “I hate you.” Felix smiles, patting his chest. “No, you don’t.” Chan glares at him, but there’s no heat to it, and Felix knows it. He leans over, chuckling, and kisses Chan’s cheek, flustering him. “Love you, Hyung,” Felix says, standing and waving. “See you later!” “I’ll get you, Lee Felix!” Chan shouts back. Felix laughs brightly. “I look forward to it!” Hyunjin jogs over, passing Felix with a confused face. “Hyung!” he yelps, rushing over to Chan on the ground. “You okay?” Chan grunts, closing his eyes. “Omegas are demons.” Hyunjin makes an exasperated face. “What? What just happened? Why did Felix look like he won the lottery?” Chan’s face takes a darker shade of red. “He’s a teasing little brat. They stole something, but I didn’t catch what it was.” Hyunjin curses and rushes to the picnic tables, eyes rapidly searching.  He lets out a dying sound, tugging on his hair. “Nooo! They took the pork!” The horn sounds a moment later, and Chan groans. “F@ck@ng omegas.”  ◇◇  Changbin has been lost for what feels like forever, but he’s managed to keep all the rice he’s collected after a few close calls from the other team. When the siren goes off for the third sabotage, Changbin grumbles and picks up his pace. His surroundings catch his attention, and he realizes he’s close to the base. He moves to take off into a sprint, but something catches his eye. Changbin stops and struts over to a bush. He peeks over and exclaims. “Oh! Eggs! They have eggs! Uwah!!!” Changbin shifts his bags of rice under one arm and grabs the two cartons of eggs. He takes a minute to adjust everything before he walks off. His wolf alerts him that something’s wrong, and a split second later, he hears footsteps, multiple footsteps. “D@mn it,” he hisses. He pushes into a jog. “Changbin-ahhhhh! Is that you!?” A voice shouts. “Uhh!” Changbin calls back stupidly. “No! Wrong Changbin!” The footsteps grow faster, and he huffs. “Great.” “Oh, Changbin-hyuuuuuuuung!” Jisung yells. “Whatcha got there!?” “Nothing for you, sweet cheeks!” Changbin responds. Jisung lets out a shocked squawk, and Changbin giggles like a madman. However, he doesn’t watch where he’s going and trips over a raised block of concrete. From the sudden shift, Changbin protectively clutches the wrong ingredient to his chest as he falls to the ground. The sound of cracking eggs fills the air, and Changbin groans as his arm and hand grow sticky and wet with yolk. Woojin, Hyunjoo, and Jisung burst into laughter, finally catching up to him. “Need some help there, Changbin?” Woojin taunts. Hyunjoo swoops in and takes a bag of rice from him, wiggling it. “Thank youuuu.” Changbin grabs the first cracked egg he touches and hurls it. “Puwah! What the f–” Jisung spits, wiping yolk from his face. Changbin grins and sits up, grabbing the broken carton. “Want some of this? Come and get it!” He throws egg after egg, hitting them all over their bodies. The impact splats around, making a mess, and Changbin lets out diabolical giggles while they shout and try to dodge, cursing at him. They stop advancing on him and try to wipe the egg from their faces, so Changbin takes the chance to gather the unbroken carton of eggs and his last three bags of rice and sprints away, cackling. “So long, suckers!” he shouts. “I’ll get you, Seo Changbin!” Jisung yells back. A second later, the horn goes off, ending the sabotage round. Feeling triumphant, Changbin finally finds his way back to base.  ◇◇  After successfully gathering all the sauces and seasonings, Y/n was tasked to attack the other team during the next sabotage. Did she want to go? No. Did she do it anyway?… also no. When the siren went off, Y/n took one glance at Lee Minho and his wrathful eyes and noped out of there. She ran in the opposite direction into an area she hadn’t explored before and walked around, searching for anything. Y/n passes the Ferris wheel and pauses when she notices the gates are open. She jogs over, looking around, and climbs the stairs toward the first car. On the floor of the car is a bucket with five big liters of soju. “Eh?” She blinks. “Soju?” She picks the bucket up and examines them. “These were definitely not on the list,” she mumbles. Y/n flinches when she hears footsteps and hides inside the cart. She’s being a bit cowardly, but she thinks she’s fought enough for the first challenge of the competition. Her still-wet leggings and shoes are proof of that. Eventually, the third sabotage session ends, and Y/n tracks her way back to base. When she gets there, everyone is there except for Changbin, and she waves her hand. “Hey, guys!” “Hey.” San blanches, eyeing her. “You okay?” Chan asks. Y/n rapidly nods. “Mhm! All good over here!” “Uhhhhh.” Misuk points at the bucket in her hand. “Whatcha got there?” Y/n fights a grin, keeping her expression nonchalant. “I found some soju.” “What the hell?” Hongjoong and Yunho approach her, gently taking the bucket from her to analyze. “Holy sh@t, no way,” Yunho gasps. “Where the hell did you get this?” San asks. “Weren’t you supposed to be fighting the other team?” “Oh, yeah. I saw Minho-oppa and hid because scary-oppa–” Hyunjin snorts. “-but that’s when I found them!” She gestures toward the bucket. “They were in a car on the Ferris wheel! You think they’ll be extra points?” Chan shrugs, taking the bucket and setting it down on the table. “Doesn’t hurt to find out.” Hyunjin pumps his fist. “Yes! Soju!” “This’ll be fun!” Yeosang wiggles his shoulders. “Channie-hyuuuuung!” Changbin shouts, gathering everyone’s attention. “I’m baaaack!” He comes to a stop, and the others stare at him like he’s lost his mind. The alpha has a huge wet patch of clear and yellow liquid on his chest and arm, carrying bags of rice and a carton of eggs. “Yah.” Chan drawls. “You were tasked to get rice, and you came back almost  forty-five  minutes later  covered in eggs? Why?!” He blinks rapidly, setting the rice down. “Uhhhhh, I got lost.” Hyunjin snorts obnoxiously loud and smothers his laughter into his hand, his shoulders shaking from the effort. Y/n shoots him an amused look while Changbin blushes. “Also–” Changbin shrugs, holding up the last carton of eggs. “They didn’t say anything about eggs being on the list, so I think they might be bonus points.” San’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “True.” “You know, this isn’t the time for a protein hit, right, Hyung?” Jeongin teases, pretty caramel brown eyes sharp with annoyance. Changbin pouts. “Yah, what’s the matter with you?” “He’s salty that he hasn’t found any vegetables.” Misuk smirks. Jeongin rolls his eyes while Changbin chuckles, patting his shoulder. “There, there, maknae. It’ll be okay.” The youngest alpha grumbles, smacking his hand away. “Whatever. I’m gonna try again.”  ◇◇  For the last searching period, the contestants mainly find blanks, so they retreat to their bases to plan for the last sabotage period. When it starts, both teams attack each other simultaneously, and Y/n feels like she’s in a war battle. It’s a lot of wrestling and teasing, and Y/n is surprised none of the alphas shift to wolfskin with how hard they’re fighting.  Y/n has Hyunjoo’s head locked between her thighs when the buzzer goes off, startling everyone. 
   “Challenge over. Please go back to your bases and wait for instructions.” 
 Y/n releases Hyunjoo, and the omega sucks in a deep breath, sitting up. “F@ck.” She coughs, rubbing her neck. “You have thick– thighs.” Y/n smiles sheepishly, standing. “Sorry… but thank you.” Hyunjoo waves her off, coughing again. Hearing growling, Y/n lifts her head and sees Changbin and Minho standing nose-to-nose. She jumps to her feet and pushes herself between them, pumping out calm pheromones to placate them. “Come on, Oppa.” Y/n shoves Changbin back. “Quit it. It’s over.” “I’ll get you back, Seo Changbin,” Minho growls. “You’ve won this round, but it won’t happen again.” Changbin grins, letting Y/n push him back. “We’ll see about that, Hyungie.” Minho bares his teeth, his eyes flashing gold. Felix grabs his wrist and tugs him away with Seungmin’s help. They head back to base and chat softly, counting everything they have. “This isn’t a whole lot.” Yeosang pouts. Y/n sighs, leaning against Hyunjin’s side. “Yeah.” “We definitely lost,” Hyunjin grumbles. Y/n hums in agreement while the others express various levels of disappointment. “I’m so disappointed.” Yunho sighs, ruffling his hair. “This wasn’t how I wanted the first challenge to go.” “I don’t think we’ll lose that badly, though,” Misuk tries. “Changbin-ssi and Y/n-ssi got us some bonus points, right? Maybe we’ll be closer in point count with them.” “We’ll just have to see.” Chan shrugs. “Hyungie,” Hyunjin calls. “Hm?” Chan faces him. His wolf preens from the casual term he used. “Why were you on the floor earlier?” he asks, confusion filling his face. Chan makes a face, ducking his head. “Nothing…” He tugs on his reddening ear. “Felix was just teasing me, that’s all.” “Wah, your ears are so red,” Changbin gapes, tugging on the other one. “What did he do to you?” Chan doesn’t respond, but his scent billows out in waves of fluster and a hint of lust. Yunho groans. “Not you, too. Gods, omegas are the worst.” “Hey.” Y/n, Misuk, and Hyunjin complain while Yeosang and San glare at them. “Don’t be mean,” San whines. “Sorry, Sannie.” Yunho grimaces. Chan shakes his head. They chat amongst themselves for a bit, recovering from the challenge, and a staff member finally comes to collect them. They’re taken to one of the cafeterias and find the other team already there. Cameras and staff are set up around the room. There are two big tables with chairs and two grills as well. “Well, well!” Wooyoung taunts beside the others around one of the tables. “The losers are here!” “We haven’t lost yet, @ssh@l@!” Yeosang shouts back. Y/n snickers, settling into a chair beside Hyunjin. Chan and Yunho place all of their findings on the table. Hyunjoo gasps. “Is that soju!? What the f@ck!?” Y/n smirks, wiggling her fingers. “Jealous?” The omega glares while Felix pouts. “That’s not fair. I didn’t know there was soju!” “And they have eggs, too,” Seungmin grumbles, his lips puckered in a pout. “That explains why you three idiots came back covered in it,” Seonghwa hisses at Woojin, Jisung, and Hyunjoo. Woojin and Hyunjoo just shrug while Jisung curls into himself. “I said sorry, Hyung.” Seonghwa shakes his head and smiles, patting his head. “I’m just messing around, Jisung-ah.” Jaesung comes in as the last of Y/n’s team takes a seat, and he smiles, waving at everyone. “Hello, everyone! Welcome back!” “Hello!” “Hi!” “Jaesung-nim, I’m tired!” Jaesung chuckles. “I bet. I see you all worked hard! Shall we continue with the last part of the challenge?” “Yes!” “Yep!” “Yes, please. I’m starving.” Jaesung clasps his hands together. “First, I’ll explain the point count for each ingredient, and then we’ll tally everything up and figure out which team won. That team will get their bonus points. Then, afterward, you will cook together with your team while the losing team does random dance challenges. Then you’ll eat and have fun before heading back to the villa. Does that sound alright?” “Yes!” “Sounds good!” “Absolutely!” “Tell us the points!” Jaesung shakes his head, smiling. “As you’re aware, the ingredients were meat, rice, kimchi, vegetables, sauces, and seasonings,” Jaesung says. “And additionally, there are three types of meat, multiple vegetables, sauce and seasoning options, and two types of kimchi. However, out of all of them, only the meat and kimchi have different point values.” Wooyoung hisses. “Of course.” Minho sits back, crossing his arms over his chest, and hopes his guess was right. “For the meat,” Jaesung continues. “Chicken was five points. Pork belly and beef were ten points.” “Eh?!” “Huh?!” “Really?” “Only ten points?” Y/n repeats. “But it’s pork belly!” Changbin exclaims. Jaesung smirks slowly. “The most important ingredient… was the vegetables. They were twenty points a piece.” Y/n’s jaw drops. “What?” Jeongin groans, thumping his head against the table and cursing heavily in Satoori. “F@ck this sh@t.” Chan pats his back sympathetically. “Hell yeah!” Hyunjoo shouts, high-fiving Minho and Seonghwa. Jaeseung waits for them to calm down before he continues. “The radish kimchi was twenty points as well, but the cabbage kimchi was fifteen points. Rice was ten points. Sauces were worth two points, and the seasonings were worth a single point.” His eyes linger on Y/n’s table. “And there were two extra ingredients that the purple team found, soju and eggs.” Y/n and Changbin make eye contact, and he shoots her a downturned grin. Y/n laughs and winks back, feeling proud of her finds. “You guys wanna guess how much they were worth?” Jaesung asks slyly. “Thirty!” “Five!” “Fifteen!” Jaesung nods. “The soju bottles were worth fifteen points, but the eggs were worth  twenty-five.” “What!?” Seungmin exclaims. “Woohoo!” Changbin shouts as Yunho shakes his shoulders in triumph. “That’s all me!” Y/n laughs at his antics, and Hyunjin smiles, watching him with heavy eyes. “Are you serious?” Seungmin exclaims. “You wasted a whole carton of them!” Changbin shrugs. “It’s not my fault. The crooked slab of concrete shouldn’t have been there, and your team shouldn’t have chased me.” Seungmin sends him a withering glare, and Felix laughs beside, rubbing his back. “Calm down, Seungminnie.” “Someone must really like their eggs,” Chan teases. Seungmin glares at him too, resisting his urge to flip him off. “Go ahead and count your findings.” Jaesung waves his hand. Y/n sits up while the alphas instantly separate their ingredients to count. While the majority of them count aloud, Changbin takes half a minute to remember all the points and come up with an answer. “Four hundred ninety-one,” he announces. “That’s our total.” They all stare at him. “Whoa,” Misuk mumbles. “How did you get that so fast?” Changbin shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m good at math.” “Cool.” Yeosang nods. “We got ours!” Wooyoung shouts. “Okay.” Jaesung nods. “Go ahead. What’s your total?” “Four hundred ninety-seven,” Seonghwa replies. Y/n’s entire team groans and complains. Jaesung grins. “Did you lose?” “Yes.” San sighs. “We got four hundred ninety-one.” Seonghwa’s team cheers loudly, celebrating amongst themselves, and most of Y/n’s team glares at them. “Yellow team!” Jaesung announces. “Congratulations. You have won the first challenge of the competition!” “Woohoo!” Y/n shakes her head at Minho’s antics. “The staff will fire up the grills so that you can get to cooking, so purple team!” Jaesung faces them. “Be prepared to dance!” He lowers his eyelids. “Or suffer the consequences.” Jaesung parts from them, and the contestants talk amongst themselves. “Great.” Misuk sighs, plopping her hand into her palm. “Dance challenges.” “Not much of a dancer?” Y/n asks. She shakes her head. “Nothing choreographed, no.” “It’s okay. I’ll do it,” Hyunjin says, pressing into Y/n’s side. “I’m pretty good with it.” “I’ll do it, too,” Yunho adds. “Isn’t that cheating?” Chan snorts. “You’re a choreographer.” Yunho shrugs. “That just means I’ll never lose.” Chan nods. “Fair.” “I’ll do it, too, but only if no one else can guess it,” San says. Y/n nods. “Me too. I’ll do the BTS songs.” Chan laughs. “Now that’s  definitely cheating. That’s your brother’s band.” Y/n shrugs, absently linking her fingers with Hyunjin’s. “Yeah, and who better to do it than me? I’ll have you know, I was  personally trained by J-Hope himself.” “No sh@t?” Yunho’s eyes widen. “What’s that like?” “Hell,” Y/n replies honestly, making the others laugh. “Absolute hell, but you’ll never catch me forgetting any of the choreography.” Soon enough, they’re given the green light to start cooking, and Chan instantly takes over the meat. “Who wants what first?” Chan asks. “Chicken!” Yeosang and Yunho shout in unison. They make eye contact and break into bright smiles and giggles. Chan chuckles. “Alright, chicken it is.” Y/n takes the packages and opens them, handing them over. “Oh.” Chan blinks and gently takes it from her. “Thank you.” Y/n flushes, her scent sweetening. “Is it alright if I help? I can do the rice.” “That would be perfect, thank you,” Chan says breathlessly. Y/n shoots him a smile, grabs the four bags of rice and a pot, and walks off, pouring some water into it. A song starts playing, making the members flinch, and Y/n turns around, trying to figure out the song. However, Yunho and Changbin shoot to the center of the room and start dancing. The song playing is LIMBO! by NATURE. Y/n lets out a breathless laugh, walking over to Chan by the grill to warm the pot and watching them. “Wow. Changbin is so good.” Chan nods, a smile on his pretty lips. “He is. Yunho, too, wah.” The other team cheers and catcalls Yunho and Changbin, and when the song ends, Yunho laughs bashfully, but Changbin shoots them a disgustingly cute aegyo face. Jisung and Woojin fake a gag while Minho cackles, Felix giggling into Seungmin’s shoulder while the beta stares blankly at Changbin. “Never  do that again,” the beta deadpans. Changbin puckers her lips and speaks in a slurred tone. “Why not? You don’t think I’m cute, Seungmin-ah? Say I’m cute. Hyung’s the cutest.” Seungmin makes a face and turns away, his ears burning. “I hate you.” Changbin coos at him, and Chan laughs at him. “Leave the beta alone.” Chan shakes his head. “Here you go, Chef.” Hyunjin saunters over, holding out the seasonings. “For your use.” Chan’s eyes sparkle with delight. “Why, thank you, Hyunjinnie.” Hyunjin smiles, the dimples in his cheekbones showing, and Y/n wants to squish him.  Why is he so cute?   Another song blares through the speakers, and Y/n internally groans, cringing when she hears Kill This Love by BLACKPINK.  “Why the face?” Chan asks as Yunho and San do the challenge. Y/n shakes her head. “Not a fan of the band.” “Really?” His eyebrows lift. “Why not?” She presses her lips together, eyeing the rice. “Personal entanglement.” She shakes her head. “Let’s just say there’s a member I got into it with, and I would like to go the rest of my life without  ever hearing or seeing her again.” “Oh, wow.” Chan rapidly blinks. “That’s… interesting.” Noticing his stiff tone, Y/n lifts an eyebrow and eyes him. “What?” He shakes his head. “Nothing, I’m just good friends with them, so this is a bit awkward for me.” “Ah.” She nods. “Understandable.” Yeosang approaches with the vegetables cut up, and Chan takes them from him with a smile. After another moment of silence, Y/n sighs and faces Chan. “Maybe… Maybe in the future, I’ll talk about it,” she tells him. “If… and  when we grow closer.” His eyes widen. “Right, okay… I appreciate that.” He smiles. “Though, you don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business.” “I know.” She shrugs, boldly stepping closer and placing a hand on his shoulder. “I just… I hope that I get to trust you over time. I quite like you, Chan.” Chan’s cheeks pinken, and he bumps her hip. “I like you, too, Y/n-ah.” Y/n flusters, her scent rushing out in waves. “Good…” ◈
  Chan stares at the camera as if in a trance.
“She said she wants to trust me,” Chan repeats. “And that she likes me.” He points at his chest. “Me? She likes   me?”
  He huffs a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head. “Somebody pinch me. I did something right for once.”

  He ducks his head, smiling. “She likes me… Aish, this is gonna kill me.”
◈“Bahng Chan just said he likes me,” Y/n says breathlessly. “Like that wasn’t a dream. He   said   it. By the gods.”
  She covers her face with her hands. “I’m the luckiest omega in the world, oh my gods.”
◈ “Y/n-ah, Channie-hyung!” They flinch from the shout and turn while Changbin saunters over with three shots of soju in his hands. “We want to toast to the first challenge of the competition. Are you guys in?” He asks, holding it out to them. Y/n lights up and takes one. “Oh, yeah sure!” Chan sets his spatula down and takes the other while the rest of their team gathers together. “Before we eat? Are we ready for those consequences?” Hongjoong shrugs. “We have a casual day tomorrow. It should be fine.” “To Y/n!” Yunho exclaims. “For finding the soju!” Y/n giggles, lifting her glass. “To the team for working hard!” “Oh yeah, cuz we  totally worked hard.” Jeongin rolls his eyes. “Changbin-hyung was gone for most of it.” “Yah, I said I got lost!” the alpha whines. “To future challenges that we  hopefully win!” Chan toasts. Hyunjin beams. “And to Channie-hyung for holding down the fort!” The team cheers, making Chan blush, and they throw back their shots. Chan groans. “Oh, that’s sweet. What flavor is that, vanilla?” Yeosang nods, grabbing the bottle to pour more. “Mhm. It’s good, right?” He groans. “F@ck, yes.” “Want another one, Hyung?” Yeosang asks, lifting an eyebrow. “Yes, please.” Chan holds out his glass, and Yeosang chuckles. Yeosang pours for him, giving him a little more than before, and Chan chugs it back, unaware of Changbin watching his throat. A song starts playing as he swallows, and Chan jumps in surprise, placing his cup to the side. “Oh, I know this one!” Chan says.  Y/n yelps as he places his hands on her hips and gently moves her to the side. “Sorry, baby,” he mumbles while he passes. “It’s… fine,” Y/n mutters, eyes wide in shock. Yunho, San, and Hyunjin quickly follow him to an open space, and the four men dance to Call Me Baby by EXO. The other team catcalls them while they watch. Y/n is surprised by how fluid Chan moves, but it’s a dangerously hot sight. When the four of them roll their hips twice, Y/n stares at Hyunjin and Chan’s hips and lets out a surprised noise, clamping a hand over her mouth. L@st fills her scent, and Changbin shoots her an amused look. “Did you just  keen?” he teases, flipping over the chicken. “No!” She squeaks. Changbin’s smirk downturns, and he wiggles his eyebrows. “You sure?” She smacks his shoulder. “I didn’t!” The alpha cackles, and she curses under her breath, leaving his side to check on the rice. Chan comes back just as she covers the pot again. “You okay?” he asks. She nods, avoiding his gaze. “Mhm! J-Just gonna… get me another shot.” “Be careful!” Chan shouts as she scurries away. She shoots him a thumbs-up. The contestants continue to cook and chat until the next song begins. Y/n gasps. “Oh, I like this song!” “What is it?” Jeongin asks. “LADIDA by EVERGLOW,” Y/n answers, bobbing her head to the music. “Well?” Misuk waves her hand to the center. “Go do it!” “Eh?” Y/n glances around to see no one else moving. “Oh. I-I don’t know the  dance. I just know the song.” They look around clueless until the song ends. “Well, I guess- Ah!” Y/n flinches as someone cold and wet hits her, and she shields her face, hiding away. The entire team is pelted as staff shoot water guns at them. The attack suddenly stops just as quickly as it started, and they stand there in surprise. “What just happened?” Jeongin utters. “Was that a penalty shot?” San asks, tugging his drenched shirt away from his sculpted body. “We get shot with water guns if we don’t do the challenge,” Hongjoong says helplessly. “Great.” Misuk whines, brushing her wet hair out of her face, having been hit the worst. “Great. My hair is ruined.” Yunho rolls his eyes so hard that Y/n fears they’ll get stuck. He turns away from her, his eyes flashing a pretty cherry red, and Hongjoong lifts an eyebrow, catching it. ◈
  “Something must’ve happened between Yunho and Misuk during the challenge,” Hongjoong declares. “He’s had a stank face every time she says something… Interesting.”
◈ Smelling the finished product of the chicken, Y/n grabs the beef and pork, and Hyunjin, Yeosang, and San start grabbing plates. As Y/n approaches with a big plate, Chan’s eyes light up. “Hey! Try this for me,” Chan pleads. He blows on the steaming piece of chicken and holds it out to her. Y/n extends her neck and takes the chicken into her mouth, sucking in more air to cool it. “Sorry, it’s a little hot.” The alpha winces. Y/n moans while she chews, closing her eyes. “Ugh, gods.” “How is it?” He perks up like a puppy, anxiously waiting. She moans, giving him a thumbs-up. “So good, uwah!” Chan beams. “Think so?” She swallows. “Know so. Hurry and plate it. I want some more.” He giggles and grabs the tongs. “Yes, Ma’am.” As Y/n holds the plate for Chan, a song starts playing, and Hyunjin chirps. “Oh, it’s this one!” he exclaims. He places the bottle of soju down and rushes off to dance to Love Shot by EXO with Yunho and San. Changbin loudly cheers him on, confessing his love for him, and Y/n giggles when it makes Hyunjin blush like crazy. Chan laughs as he places the beef and pork on the grill. Ignoring Changbin, Y/n places the chicken on the table and separates them into two places so both sides can reach it. “Noona.” “Hm?” Y/n lifts her head, looking at Jeongin with a shot glass in his hand. “Oh, is that for me?” He flushes but nods. “Mhm. If you want.” She smiles and playfully wiggles her shoulder. “Such a sweet baby alpha.” He rolls his eyes as she takes it, and she giggles, running a hand down his arm. “Thank you, Innie.” Jeongin swats at her hand. “Stop it.” Y/n shoots him another smile and takes the shot, humming as it warms her body. She’s not sure what it is, but she adores Jeongin and his dimples. Maybe it’s because she’s never had a dynamic with someone younger than her. The beginning of another song jolts her from her thoughts, and Y/n gasps. She lifts her head and makes direct eye contact with Hyunjin before they dart to the open space. The song WANNABE by ITZY starts from the beginning, and Y/n takes the lead when Ryujin starts singing, feeling good from the alcohol. Changbin joins them a moment later. “No way,” Woojin mumbles, his face warming. “Look at Y/n go.” Jisung gapes, shaking Minho. “She’s killing it!” Felix hollers. “Go, Y/n, go!” Changbin cheers Y/n and Hyunjin on, making them laugh and giggle. Y/n poses with Hyunjin at the end, and he quickly pulls her back to their side. “You said you couldn’t dance!?” Hyunjin whines. Y/n shrugs. “Meh. I  can dance, I’m just not a performer. I don’t like that type of attention.” “You were so good, though!” Hyunjin shakes her hands. “My cousin, Yeji, would be super impressed.” Y/n rapidly blinks. “Your cousin is a member of ITZY?” Hyunjin rapidly nods. “Yeah! Cool, right?” “Uhhh, yeah!?” She gapes. Hyunjin giggles, his face pink from the alcohol and happy pheromones pumping from his glands. “It is. Your shoulder action was perfect, though! It’s hard to do that without injuring yourself.” Hyunjin and Y/n chat about the dance until he gets pulled away by Jeongin and Changbin, so Y/n turns to putting out the kimchi for the table. “Need help?” Misuk offers as she approaches her. “Yeah, sure.” Y/n steps aside to let her in. “How are you feeling about the challenge?” Misuk asks. Y/n shrugs. “Neutral, I guess. The park was so big, but it was a pretty good workout. I think it was a fun way to start the season.” Misuk hums, nodding. “I agree. Though it was difficult being with Yunho.” “Oh?” Y/n pauses. “How come?” “He’s so serious!” Misuk wrinkles her nose. Y/n stares at her blankly and turns to the alpha. Yunho is goofing off with San, making Yeosang and Hongjoong laugh. “You’re joking, right?” Y/n utters. Misuk pouts. “I don’t know. I guess we don’t get along. I was trying  so hard to get him to like me. This whole thing would be a lot easier with a mate, don’t you think?” She sighs dreamily. “The challenge was still pretty hard, and gods, I was so terrified. I wanted–” Y/n’s head spins from her irritation with the omega as she keeps changing up her sentences, but she chooses to focus on one thing and cuts her off. “I get it.” Y/n nods. “This whole thing is pretty nerve-wracking, but you should always do your best, you know?” She shrugs her right shoulder. “And if you can’t do that,  at least  do it for the team, for the  pack.” She gives her a heavy, pointed look. “Because  that’s what we’re here for and we should never let them down, whether we know who they are yet or not, right?” Misuk swallows shallowly and nods shortly. “R-Right.” “And don’t just focus on trying to find a mate, Misuk-ah.” Y/n pats her wrist. “Omegas are worth more than just being mate material. We’re strong. We can’t let our smaller dynamic let us be meek and useless just to capture an alpha’s attention. It’s not good for a cut-throat competition like this, so try to remember that.” Misuk nods again, and Y/n gives her a sharp smile. She walks off but pauses as another song begins. It’s pporappippam by SUNMI, and Y/n shrieks and jogs over to the dance area, Chan joining her a few seconds later. Misuk watches as Y/n’s face lights up when she notices Chan and the two of them dance together, Chan playfully bumping her hips and poking her to distract her. When the song ends, Chan wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up. Y/n shrieks with laughter as he carries her back, and Misuk just stares at them, her eyebrow twitching. ◈
  “Y/n is so serious,” Misuk complains, crossing her arms over her plump chest. “I don’t like her. Like what’s so great about her that has everyone else’s attention. She’s just a plain omega.”

  She rolls her eyes, scoffing.

  “Now Felix I understand.” Misuk scowls. “He’s the perfect example of an omega, but Y/n isn’t. She’s trying so hard to suck up to everyone to get them wrapped around her finger, and it’s pathetic.”

  She takes up a mocking tone. “‘Always do your best,’ she says. ‘Omegas aren’t meek and useless,’ she says. Ugh! Whatever!”
◈ Balancing three shots in her hands, Y/n heads over to the other team. Felix lights up when he notices her. “Y/n-ah! Hi hi!” “Hi!” She giggles, catching some of the others’ attention. “I come bearing gifts!” “Oh?” Felix wiggles his eyebrows and sets the plate of food down. “What’s that?” “Shots!” She holds her hand out. “For you and Minho-oppa.” “Me?” Minho rapidly blinks as he slowly takes one. “Mhm!” Y/n smiles. “Good game, right?” “Are you sure you should be showing good sportsmanship to Minho?” Woojin teases. “He was talking sh@t about you the whole time.” Minho sends him a withering glare, hissing. “I was not! I was talking about the useless alphas on her team.” “Where’s my shot?” Seungmin smirks. “Yeah!” Jisung whines. “What about us?” Y/n hisses at Jisung, pointing with her newly acquired hand as Felix sniffs the contents of the shot. “You don’t get anything since our little spat, and  you–” She points at Seungmin. “-don’t get anything because you’re an annoying, sneaky little beta.” Jisung whines while Seungmin sticks his tongue out at her. “Ohhhh, this is apple-mango!” Felix coos. “Bottoms up!” He tosses his head back with the shot and instantly gags. “Ick! Gross… but good.” “Hey, Y/n-ah?” Y/n stiffens from the older omega’s teasing tone and faces Minho. “Yes?” “Will you pour it for me?” he asks, batting his pretty eyes at her. Y/n blushes but takes the glass, cupping his chin and lifts it. “Say ‘ah’ Oppa.” Surprise filters through Minho’s scent but he obediently tilts his head back, placing his hands on her hips. She tilts the cups back, and Minho swallows it in one big gulp. Y/n’s body heats up from all the predatory eyes watching them. Minho winks at her, licking his lips while she pulls away. “Thanks, Kitten.” She whines, running off, and Minho cackles at her. “Whoa.” Jeongin pauses as she grabs a water bottle. “You’re so red, Noona.” “Shut it,” she hisses, chugging back half the bottle. A few seconds later, Jimin’s voice starts singing, and Y/n yelps, running to the front. Her muscle memory takes over while Run BTS by BTS starts, and she dances. She hears both teams hoot and holler at her, so Y/n puts her all into it. Despite her tipsy state, Y/n gets it down perfectly. It helps that she actually likes this song. Y/n stumbles over to her team, panting. “Never doing that again while I’m tipsy. It feels ten times harder.” “But you did great!” Yunho gushes. “Seriously, you dance just like your brother.” She scoffs, accepting her water bottle from Changbin. “Yeah, right. So funny.” “I’m serious!” “You two do dance pretty similarly.” Hyunjin gently elbows her side. “It’s a good thing. Jungkook-ssi is an  amazing dancer.” She grumbles. “Yeah, whatever.” She waves them off, so the others relent. By now, all of the food is cooked and ready to be eaten, so the alphas place the last of the food on the table and they take their seats, pouring soju shots and cups of water. “Last song, you guys!” A staff member calls out just as music blares through the speakers. BANG BANG BANG by Big Bang plays, and the others shout in excitement. Everyone except for Y/n, Hongjoong, and Misuk jumps to their feet to dance, and Y/n wishes she had her phone to record them. They’re barely doing to choreography correctly with their intoxicated states, but it’s hilarious either way. “Why is it that we won but they’re partying harder than we are?” Wooyoung complains. “That’s just not fair.” Seonghwa chuckles, eyes lingering on Yunho and Hongjoong. “I’m just glad they’re having a good time.” Wooyoung shoots him a pointed look, but Seonghwa ignores it, stuffing his mouth with food. It’s chaotic while they eat and drink. Y/n does her best to keep up, but eventually gives up, chatting with whoever when she manages to b@tt in.  She glances over to the other team and sees someone grimace. She smirks and projects her voice. “Hey, guys!? How’s your bland food?!” Wooyoung and Minho glare at her, and she cackles, slapping her hand on the table. “Brat,” Wooyoung grumbles into his cup. Minho’s irritation slips away from her cheekiness and makes room for amusement. It’s good to see her loosen up a bit. She was so jittery and quiet the first day… except when she’s drunk. Y/n stands with a plate and a few seasonings and approaches the other team. “We don’t want your pity,” Jisung whines. Y/n rolls her eyes. “Fine. Then keep eating your bland food.” Jisung pouts, but she ignores him, giving Minho the seasonings and heading to the opposite end of the table. “Here, Minnie,” she mutters, setting a plate of fried eggs beside his food. “Take this.” Seungmin rapidly blinks. “Eh?” Y/n hums lazily, her scent pumping out in waves and contentment, and briefly nuzzles his temple. “Eat, Puppy.” She kisses his cheek and leaves, ruffling Woojin’s black hair and kissing Jisung’s forehead as she passes by. Seungmin sits there flustered for a moment before he takes one of the eggs and bites into it. He groans. “So good.” “Someone has an admirer,” Seonghwa teases, poking his side. Seungmin glowers at him, and Jongho chuckles. “Can I have one?” Felix asks, pouting. Seungmin stares at him blankly before giving in and placing one in his bowl. The omega beams, wiggling his body. “Thanks, Minnie!” Seungmin shakes his head. “Omegas.”  ◇◇  After a chaotic dinner, the contestants are taken back to the villa. Half of them are plastered while the other half are high off adrenaline and good times. They disperse to get ready for bed, the sun setting and casting a pretty glow through the windows. Y/n washes up and changes into a silk pajama set. As she finishes braiding her hair back, Seungmin exits the closet looking well-washed and sleepy. Y/n coos, the alcohol still warming through her system, and saunters over to him. “Hi.” Seungmin blinks as she takes her hand but squeezes him, smiling softly. “Hi.” “Did you like the eggs?” she asks, a purr in her voice. He flushes and nods. “I did, thank you.” She hums, leaning into his space. “Sleep with me?” Seungmin’s scent pumps out as he nods in a trance. “Yeah, ‘course.” Y/n stands on her toes and captures his lips in a slow kiss. Seungmin hums into it, and when she drops back to her regular height, the pretty beta chases her, taking another kiss. She giggles at his eagerness and pulls him down for more kisses. Seungmin guides her back by her hips, still trading kisses. “Ugh.” Misuk grunts. “Get a room.” Y/n lifts her hand and flips her off, and Hyunjin and Felix burst into laughter.  Seungmin breaks the kiss to get her into bed, and when they slide under the covers, Y/n presses herself against his front, throwing her leg over his hip. Seungmin pats her lower back. “You okay?”  The omega nods, closing her eyes. “Yeah, I just feel good.” She shrugs. “I’m comfortable right now.” She sighs as they adjust again. “I hope I can work up the courage to always be this open and relaxed with everyone. It feels nice to just… be.” Seungmin kisses her head. “You’ll get there eventually. Don’t worry.” Y/n lifts her head and puckers her lips. Seungmin chuckles and kisses her. “Thank you, Minnie,” she whispers. He kisses her again and pulls her closer. “Of course.” A knock sounds on the door, and Minho looks as he enters the room. “Hey.” Chan smiles. “Just wanted to check on everyone.” “We’re good I think,” Minho replies, his eyes glazing over the room, counting. “The only one missing is Seonghwa.” Chan blinks. “Oh. Yunho-yah’s missing too.” Minho smirks. “Interesting.” “Oh, my gods. He actually did it,” Hyunjoo gapes. Minho snorts, approaching the door. “Yep.” “Did what?” Chan asks cluelessly. Minho grabs the doors and slowly closes them, only leaving his body visible. “Yunho and Seonghwa had a… moment during the challenge.” He lowers his voice, making Chan shiver. “I’m sure Yunho’s blowing Seonghwa’s back out right about now.” Chan sucks in a sharp breath. “O-Oh! O-Okay, um.” He clears his throat. “Right, okay. Then, I won’t wait up. Goodnight, Minho-yah.” Minho wiggles his eyebrows. “Night, Hyung-ah.” “N-Night.” Minho closes the doors, and Chan stands there for a moment. He’s a bit surprised that the contestants are already using the s@x rooms, but when there’s chemistry, you can’t fight it. A pretty, freckled omega with blond hair and a sweet scent fills Chan’s head, and his wolf wants. He shakes his head and strides down the room. Not now. I’ll give it time… if I find the courage. Entering the alphas’ room, Wooyoung and Hongjoong look at him. “Anything?” Wooyoung asks. Chan shakes his head. “Yunho’s with Seonghwa… in the private rooms.” Hongjoong, Jongho, and Mingi exchange knowing looks. Wooyoung chuckles. “Ohhhh. Get it, Yunho.” Chan shakes his head and climbs into bed with Woojin. “Just leave it. We’ll see him in the morning.” “Goodnight, Hyungs,” Jeongin rumbles, nuzzling into Jisung’s chest, the older alpha already passed out. “Night!”  ◆◇◈◇◆'
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