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That awkward magic! - BL Webcomic Intro - Part 3 - End intro

Title: The Love Story of A Passerby

Author: Mo Shin Shang

Editor: Miyuki

Proofreader: Jesse

Translators: El, Miyuki, Minako

Genre: Modern, City Life, POV, heartwarming, humor, a tiny bit of angst, Elite!Seme x Ordinary!Uke, seme pampers uke, HE.

Warning: None for now

Main Pairing: Guan An Yuan x Wang Shou Ning

Length: 28 Chapters

Summary:

My name is Wang Shou Ning and I’m 26 years old this year. Maybe some day in the future you will pass by me on the street, but you have forgotten my name; if that is the case then you can call me a passerby {stranger}.

When you pass by me you might see a handsome man walking right next to me. You will not need to wonder or doubt because yes, he is actually with me; he is my boyfriend.

Notes:

(1) Passerby – In Chinese, this word means stranger.

(2) This story has been made into a BL audio drama with the same name. It’s very cute, I like it a lot~

(3) The Uke’s name: Wang Shou Ning: means to defend peace, it is a very normal name in China.

**Chapter 1: The New Transfer**

The lecture hall at Seoul National University buzzed with the usual midday chatter—students comparing notes, alphas posturing over group projects, and a few omegas laughing softly in the back rows. The air carried layered scents: sharp citrus from stressed betas, warm sandalwood from confident alphas, and the faint floral sweetness that always clung to omegas trying not to draw attention.

Then the door slid open.

Ethan Yang stepped inside, 145 cm of quiet presence wrapped in an oversized cream hoodie that nearly swallowed him whole. His short white hair looked slightly tousled, as if he’d run his fingers through it too many times on the walk over. Pale skin, striking green eyes that caught the light like sea glass, and features so delicately handsome they bordered on unreal—high cheekbones, soft lips, and an almost ethereal beauty that made more than one head turn. He looked ridiculously handsome even when he was clearly exhausted.

He bowed politely to the professor, voice soft but clear. “Sorry for being late. Transfer paperwork took longer than expected.”

Kim Sangwoo, seated near the front with his long legs stretched out, dark blue hair falling slightly over sharper dark blue eyes, didn’t bother hiding his scoff. *Another fragile-looking omega,* he thought. *Great. Just what this campus needs.*

Sangwoo was 185 cm of lean muscle and sharp reputation. Leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, the kind of alpha whose presence alone could shift the mood of a room. His pack ties and family name made most people steer clear. He preferred it that way.

Ethan found an empty seat near the middle. As he passed Sangwoo’s row, a faint wave of his scent drifted by—gentle vanilla and warm rain, laced with something softer, almost medicinal underneath. Sangwoo’s nose twitched before he could stop it. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was… calming. Which immediately pissed him off.

By the end of the week, the rumors had already started.

Ethan had transferred in the middle of the semester after a long hospital stay. Everyone noticed how he kept inserting himself into situations he had no business in. A beta getting bullied in the cafeteria? Ethan was there, voice gentle, offering to share his notes and somehow diffusing the tension with nothing but a smile and that quiet scent. An alpha pair about to throw punches near the library? Ethan stepped between them—tiny, breakable-looking—and the aggression fizzled like someone had doused cold water on flames.

“Shorty’s either brave or suicidal,” people whispered.

Sangwoo hated it. Reckless. Naive. The kind of omega who trusted too easily and would get hurt for it.

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It happened on a rainy Thursday afternoon.

A group of visiting alphas from a rival university—connected to old grudges against Sangwoo’s pack—had cornered him near the back gates. Words turned to growls. Pheromones spiked heavy and aggressive: bitter smoke and metal. Sangwoo’s own scent flared in response, dark oak and storm winds, the kind that warned *back off or bleed*.

Fists were already flying when a small figure pushed through the gathering crowd.

“Stop—please,” Ethan said, voice trembling but steady. His hands were shoved deep in his hoodie pockets, probably hiding how they shook from a fresh flare-up. He looked up at the tallest aggressor, green eyes calm despite the fear any omega should have felt.

The rival alpha laughed. “Cute. You his little toy?”

Ethan didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer to Sangwoo—close enough that his vanilla-rain scent wrapped around the enraged alpha like a blanket. Soft. Soothing. Unintentionally perfect.

Sangwoo’s shoulders dropped before he could fight it. The red haze in his vision cleared. His clenched fists loosened. For one humiliating second, the terrifying Kim Sangwoo looked… peaceful.

The rival alphas faltered, confused by the sudden de-escalation. Campus security arrived moments later, breaking everything up.

Sangwoo stared down at the tiny omega who had just scent-calmed him in public like it was nothing.

Ethan looked up at him, cheeks faintly pink. “Are you okay, sunbae?”

Sangwoo’s jaw tightened. “Don’t call me that.” His voice came out rougher than intended. “And stay out of my business, shorty.”

Ethan blinked, then offered a small, tired smile anyway. “Sorry. I just… didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

He turned to leave, hoodie sleeves slipping down just enough for Sangwoo to glimpse the edge of a medical bracelet and faint bruising along pale wrists—signs of whatever invisible war his body was fighting.

Sangwoo stood there in the rain, scent still humming with lingering calm, and felt something dangerously close to irritation… and curiosity.

Ethan slipped into his dorm room later that night, closing the door quietly behind him. His hands were shaking worse now—another flare-up creeping in. He pulled out his insulin kit with practiced, careful movements and sat on the edge of the bed.

His phone lit up with a message from his mami, Harry Yang, all the way from Brazil.

**Mami 💕:** Did you eat well today, meu amor? Papi says don’t forget your meds. We miss you already. Rio feels too big without our little Eduardo Mateo running around.

Ethan smiled softly, thumbs hovering. He typed back: *I’m okay. Made some coffee for the floor mates. University is… interesting. Love you both.*

He didn’t mention the fight. Or the tall, sharp-eyed alpha whose scent still lingered faintly on his hoodie like a stubborn storm cloud.

He curled up under the blankets, pressing a hand to his stomach where chronic pain flickered like an old friend.

“Tomorrow will be quieter,” he whispered to himself, the way he always did.

But something told him Kim Sangwoo wasn’t the type to let things stay quiet.

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