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“Jeongin, stop.”
Chan hadn't used his alpha voice, but he had spoken with authority. Instinctually, Jeongin was rooted in place. He knew he could continue walking, knew he was choosing to stay put… because Chan was his pack alpha, and Jeongin wanted to please him.
“I asked you to repeat yourself because I didn't hear you. So please, ask me again. Slower this time, yeah?”
Jeongin remained facing away as he asked a second time, taking a shuddering breath before biting the bullet. “I was hoping that you would teach me how to properly care for an omega. Now that we know I’m an alpha.”
“Oh, Iyennie,” Chan cooed. “You’ll be just fine. You're sweet, and kind, and you're a great provider. Any omega would be lucky to have you as their alpha.”
“That's not-” Jeongin remembered cringing as he corrected Chan. “That's not what I mean.”
“No? Then what-” Chan had figured it out mid sentence. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” Jeongin had replied. He remembered Chan’s words hitting him like a bag of rocks, sinking deep into his chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “It was stupid of me to-”
“Yes.” Chan had cut him off.
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Jisung grew up as a beta. It has never mattered much, not even when he started dating Alpha Lee Minho. But he can't deny that he's been dreaming about something different. Luckily, life tends to correct it's mistakes given enough time and patience.
Or: the one where Minho accidentally turns his beta boyfriend into an omega and they have a lot of very filthy sex in the process
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Vanilla pierced the air. This time, Jisung could scarcely trace any of its familiar elements. It was too bitter, overpowering in all the worst ways, and Jisung's heart plunged into his stomach. Acid ate away at the organ, but Jisung could still feel it roaring in his ears, his throat.
He gulped, and a mouthful of rancid vanilla coursed through him. Jisung's scent flared in response. A deep inquietude embedded its talons into him, submerging deep enough to rile Jisung's omega. It thrashed inside—a trapped wolf prepared to gnaw through a limb to escape.
Minho. Have to find Minho.
or five times jisung notices the shifts in minho's scent and the one time it makes him go feral
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Jisung shouted, “Then we need to fuck each other! Size doesn’t matter, and I’ll prove it to you!” Minho’s hand stopped moving.
But Minho’s voice was smooth and clear in Jisung’s ear. “Bet.”
The room dropped silent; Chan and Changbin exchanged a long look.
“When I win, I get to pierce you, and I choose the place.” Minho added, all eyes on them.
Jisung took his hand, squeezing it. “You’re too sure of yourself, hyung. When I win, you’ll finally get your first tattoo.”
(OR: Minho is hung, Jisung is not. Jisung is dumb and bets with Minho that dick size doesn’t matter.
There is: Tatted and pierced Minsung, smut and a side of feelings. That’s it. That’s the story.) -
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For as beautiful as Minho is, how wonderful and sweet his voice sounds, and how amazing Jisung imagines his scent to be under the scent patch he's wearing on his neck, he is absolutely ruthless with his hands. His great, incredible hands that Jisung is sure are doing an astonishing job with their tools getting rid of all of his plaque and tartar, but that are oh so heavy whenever they—
"Ah," Jisung whimpers at the umpteenth time a sharp sting hits his gums.
Minho's eyes jump up to his. "Are you okay?"
Jisung could almost swear that he's smiling under the light blue mask he's wearing, if the crinkle of the skin under and around his eyes is anything to go by.
"Mh-mh," Jisung nods. "All good."
Where alpha Jisung accidentally walks into an omega only dental clinic. After having a "love at first sight" moment with Minho, one of the dentists that works there, Jisung keeps coming up with excuses to show up again at the clinic. Luckily for him, Minho finds his efforts quite funny.