Oh Chang-yoon. A big junior I got close to in the club.

I bought him food a few times, we played basketball together—we were just like that.

Then one day, he suddenly confessed to me.

That was also the first time I found out he was an Omega. It didn't show at all in his appearance.

"Sorry, Chang-yoon. My type is someone cute and slender, the kind of person I want to protect."

Surprisingly, he said he understood quite calmly. Without a single sign of being hurt.

I thought, 'Right, he's taking it coolly.'

But from the next day, this guy turned weird.

This guy, who was perfectly fine at basketball, suddenly took a dramatic tumble by himself and blurted out, "Sunbae, blow on it for me," while thrusting his knee at me.

He'd pick up a single piece of luggage with an arm the size of a thigh and pretend to tremble, saying, "This is too heavy..."

He even gets a sparkle in his eyes and asks me to open things whenever he sees anything resembling a 'lid' in front of him, from water bottles to jam jars.

When we're together, he says he's tired and collapses that massive frame onto my shoulder; I thought I was going to be crushed to death.

Hey, you crazy bastard.

Doing that doesn't make you cute.