16/09/2026
“Why are you dressing me up? Didn’t I tell you to attend that meeting on your own?”
“I am new here. The people in the company do not know me. I do not know them. I do not know what the meeting is about.”
“You think I do?”
“You are our department head and the head researcher in this country’s Universal Laboratory Omega Division...”
“In name.”
“Then who else is in charge?” he asked.
“That...” I paused to think, “Pepe...”
“Pepe who?”
“That guy who joined the company with Pilar.”
He looked at me blankly.
“He was my last personal assistant, I asked him to go to the karinderia [eatery] to buy me dinner, and never came back... that bastard... he ran off with my one grand!” [1,000 php is about 17 USD]
“Well, as your new personal assistant, you need to train me and show me how things are done here,” insisted Aahmes who is currently tightening a noose around my neck. “You wouldn’t want another washing machine incident, do you?”
“Ha?” I blink several more times as I stare at him rubbing his hands together and applying something to my hair.
“Waz that?”
“Some gel to tame your hair.”
“Ah...” I yawn again.
“There.”
He grimaced at me.
“What?!” I frowned at him.
“We’re ready to go.”
He turned me around to face a full length mirror I never knew I had, and suddenly, my sleepiness left me.
“Ku...” [bro...]
I was shocked, thinking that my big brother was haunting me.
A closer look at the mirror though, showed that the image has a more refined jaw, deeper, sleep deprived eyes, a scowling mouth, and was certainly taller than the Kuya [brother] I remember.
“You clean up nicely,” said Aahmes who was also staring at the ‘me’ in the mirror.
Just when was the last time I actually cleaned myself up?
I can’t remember anymore...
I’m not used to dressing up, nor do I have a habit of looking at the mirror to admire myself.
“Let’s go.” Aahmes tapped my shoulder.
“Isn’t it still too early to leave for the office?” I complained.
“The meeting is at seven in the East Omega Tower, I took in consideration the traffic and the time needed to get you ready.” He looked at the expensive looking wristwatch on his left arm. “It is precisely 5:53, we have an hour to get to the office.”
Again, he guided me out of the room and towards the staircase.
Just why is this omega idiot so strong?!
“I can walk on my own!” I snapped at him. “Where did you put my bag?”
“Right here.”
He held up my satchel, as well as a pair of socks.
“Why do you not have leather shoes?” he asked, staring at the two pair of sneakers I left by the foot of the staircase.
I took my red chucks and sat on the steps to wear them. I was surprised when Aahmes knelt in front of me to help put them on.
“Looks like you’re used to taking care of other people,” I ridiculed him. “Are you sure you’re a prince and not a butler?”
“I’m used to taking care of stubborn test subjects,” he replied while tying my laces.
“Stubborn, huh? So I guess I’m just a test subject to you?”
“In a way,” he replied, “I believe we are in a symbiotic relationship. We benefit from each other,” he glanced at his wristwatch again, “and now, we need to leave.”
Omegaverse BL, anyone?
Here's a slow burn, slice of live, sci-fi-ish story for you :)
Old Clothes and Stale Coffee
by: Psynoid Al
BL Omegaverse | sci-fi | romance
“I do not belong to the professor... It is the professor who belongs to me.”
Dr. Aahmes Abdel, a world renowned Scientist, came to the Philippines to meet the equally famous Prof. Eric Antonio, just to find out how utterly irritating the professor is. He decided to stay by his side, though, and in the process, find out why the person he looks up to seems to hate everyone else, aside from his 10 year old niece.
Read an excerpt in the comment secrtion!
English translation currently being serialized
in :
https://www.webnovel.com/book/31997849500216405
in
https://tapas.io/series/Old-Clothes-and-Stale-Coffee-BL-omegaverse/info
in :
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/107340/old-clothes-and-stale-coffee-abo
in :
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/400128940-old-clothes-and-stale-coffee-blomegaverse
Original Tagalog in :
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/249192027-old-clothes-and-stale-coffee-tagalog-bl
PG 16
