The Top Alpha School Hunk's Brooding Beta Roommate

(A stalker top, yes, despite his tough talk, he really is a stalker) Xie Yuanxing has a roommate he can’t stand. The other guy is an Alpha with an SSS-ranked physique, a wealthy family, and senior status at their school. He’s the campus heartthrob adored by countless people. Xie Yuanxing, meanwhile, is only a beta: quiet, unpopular, and best at fading into the background until nobody notices he’s there. No one knows that this beta of all people has a bite mark from the top Alpha heartthrob hidden on the back of his neck beneath his collar, one he carries with him at all times. That’s the whole reason Xie Yuanxing hates Shen Bianye. * Shen Bianye had enjoyed a smooth and easy life for twenty years. The first time he ever fell for a beta, it was all because of that damn pheromone disorder. During his rut, the disorder made him mistake a beta for an Omega, biting and licking him over and over. The little beta was like a gloomy mushroom in the corner. Shen Bianye looked down on his whole demeanor, yet his own pheromones really did treat this beta like an Omega. When Xie Yuanxing was happy, he tasted sweet. When he was unhappy, he tasted bitter. When he was sad, he tasted sour, and when he was angry, he tasted spicy. Shen Bianye complained about him, yet still had to drive five hours just to buy the cake the little beta liked, coaxing him into having a bite of something sweet. But how was a rich young master supposed to know how to comfort someone? Especially a beta. He did all those things, but his mouth still instinctively lashed out with sarcasm and insults. “What’s a beta got to be so delicate about?” “You can’t even put a proposal together. You deserved to get chewed out.” “Don’t tell anyone about this. If people find out I bit you, you’re dead.” Shen Bianye tutored Xie Yuanxing, fought for him, and went to great lengths to take the beta to see the most dazzling fireworks over the city. All their friends thought Shen Bianye had fallen for a beta. Shen Bianye scoffed. “Who would like a beta?” On the day his pheromone disorder was cured, Xie Yuanxing was busy moving out of their dorm, while Shen Bianye celebrated with his friends at a bar. Reeking of alcohol, he returned to the empty dorm and stared at the clothes the beta had left behind. As if possessed, he buried his face in them and sniffed like a pervert. (The top goes from a pathological stalker to a stalker in both body and soul.) (Neither lead is perfect. For the first three chapters, the top really isn’t thinking straight. The bottom isn’t a pushover; he holds grudges and likes to get his revenge quietly, little by little.) (Comments insulting either lead will be deleted. Comments insulting me will be too, of course.) Coming soon: Will Betas Get Pursued Relentlessly by Top Alphas Too? (A stalker who pursues his target relentlessly. The top has a foul mouth and a hard dick.) Everyone said Xie Qingxun was lucky to have once been married to the heir of the Fu Group. A beta with no money or connections walked away with a staggering 200 million yuan in divorce compensation, bringing their three-year marriage to an end. At a party celebrating his return to single life, a drunk Fu Changzhi complained to his friends about the marriage. “He’s a beta, so he has no pheromones, and he’s like a dead fish in bed.” “If I hadn’t run into him while I was fighting my arranged marriage, would I have married him?” “I married him when I was still a virgin. He’d already had a first love, while I’d never even been in a relationship. I gave him my whole self, and he turned out to be a piece of trash like that.” “I’d wanted a divorce ages ago. Three years felt like a lifetime.” Before Fu Changzhi passed out drunk, he pounded the table and swore, “If I could go back, there’s no way I’d marry him.” The day after his hangover, Fu Changzhi really did return to the past. A strange man barged into Xie Qingxun’s utterly impoverished life. He had a terrible temper and cursed constantly, saying plenty of awful things to him. “What, a beta thinks he’s a goddess?” “You get mixed up with a bunch of scumbags, and you think you’re any better?” “Your taste is so awful you shouldn’t be dating anyone.” And yet he genuinely helped Xie Qingxun in so many ways. He dealt with the roommate who harassed him, cleared his name, paid off his debts, and let him focus on his studies. He traveled hundreds of kilometers to spend New Year’s with him, lit up half the bay at night, and filled the sea with a dazzling canopy of stars within his reach for his birthday. He was strangely obsessed with him, licking and biting his bare nape. Xie Qingxun thought Fu Changzhi liked him, and that the young master was just bad with words. But when he asked why Fu Changzhi treated him so well, the other man said: “You look like my ex. We’ve broken up, but seeing someone who looks so much like him living such a miserable life makes me feel useless.” Xie Qingxun nodded. “You must have really loved your ex.” That day, Xie Qingxun witnessed the most spectacular change of expression in his life. He had no interest in Fu Changzhi’s entanglements with his ex. Aside from figuring out how to pay him back, he stopped accepting Fu Changzhi’s advances. He never expected Fu Changzhi to show up at his door when he started giving him the cold shoulder, looking deeply displeased as he said: “You’re avoiding me because I won’t marry you?” “Fine. Then let’s get married.” Xie Qingxun had no interest in being a stand-in, and he’d had enough of the foul-tempered young master. He turned him down. That night, the young master, drunk out of his mind, clung to him and sobbed uncontrollably. “How can you refuse to marry me? I gave you my first love, my first kiss, and my first time.” “I’m young, rich, hung, and you’re the only person I’ve ever liked.” From Fu Changzhi’s words, Xie Qingxun pieced together an absurd possibility: that he himself was the ex-boyfriend. The young master choked back a sob and licked him in his drunkenness. “Please.” “We were married in our last life, after all.” The proud man lowered his head like a stray dog, as if he had returned to the party celebrating his return to single life, where he’d gotten so drunk he could barely stand. “I never wanted a divorce.” “I was just... too jealous.” He had been so jealous he was going out of his mind, but he still hadn’t wanted a divorce. Xie Qingxun could bring it up so easily, watch him lose control, and then abandon him. But given another chance, he still wanted to marry Xie Qingxun. (The bottom has never had a first love. Both are virgins.) Theme: No matter how many times you get the chance, find the courage to start over.