ꕤ universe factory.

@✩.ᐟ s.coups jihoon can literally smell the omega's pheromones from inside the room. the familiar sickly sweet scent. he turned in his chair, facing the door with a knowing smile. it wasn't hard to guess the omega leader must be pouting and acting all sulky behind the door right now. with a sigh, jihoon finally stood up from his seat, walking over to the door to unlock it and finally let the older in.

but his hand halted midway on the doorknob at the words from the other. what's the date again, today? jihoon counted in his head. right. it's almost that time of the month for seungcheol. he was too busy with his work lately he just seem to forgot about it at the back of his mind. finally opening the door, jihoon leaned against the doorway, "i've been wondering why you seems oddly clingy these days," he crossed his arms over his chest with a teasing smile, "so this is the reason, hmm?"

@⭑.ᐟ woozi a password?! is he seriously asking for a password right now? the teasing was so evident that it has seungcheol pouting in an instant. despite jihoon having no actual means of seeing it, he still makes a conscious effort to have it look as pitiful and sulky as possible, palms and cheek pressing against the door now. "i doubt you'd give any of the password if there actually was one," he points out, huffing afterwards. "come on, jihoon-ah! you can't keep me locked out forever! i'd just annoy you more from out here than in there!"

then, with a singular moment of consideration, he proceeds to mumble, hoping to god that the words carry through the door despite the volume of his voice: "it's just... my heat is coming soon and my body's been acting up already... wanted you..." it's embarrassing to admit, really, but his omega seems to be calling out to jihoon the most at the current moment. he'll most likely seek out the others, but for now? he wants jihoon. "alpha..."

@✩.ᐟ s.coups woozi got back from the gym a few hours ago, his arms still sore and legs slightly numb but the cold shower made him felt refresh after the workout and motivated to be productive. though he wasn't aware of the time that flew by since he first walked into the factory and locked himself in. not until his stomach started grumbling and his back aching from sitting too long. settling into the chair, it had felt like his own personal bed as he kept turning it from left to right, staring at the screen of his latest composition. his fingers unconsciously spinning the pen and rapidly clicking it as a habit. it was only when he heard the familiar whining voice did he realized someone has been knocking on the door.

a breathy chuckle left his lips, eyes still on the screen, "password please," he teased, bringing his hand to his mouse to click on the volume and toning it down to hear the other better from behind the door.

@⭑.ᐟ woozi as the month of june started to slowly come to an end, seungcheol was already starting to mentally prepare for his inevitable week-long demise. with "this man" being the current project of seventeen, there was, thankfully, not much schedules lined up for those who weren't wonwoo and jeonghan. although there were still their practices for caratland, the others still had considerably less things to deal with than the usual; especially the omega leader who was generally required to do less due to his leg injury. however, having a considerable amount of time to prepare for his heat also meant that he had time to complain about it. and who else is there to whine to other than one of the members he is closest to?

knocking on the door to the universe factory, seungcheol proceeds to use his usual whiny tone as he says, "ujiiii— let me iiiiin..."