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“Your highness.” Changbin said softly. A plea for Chris to rein in his alpha.
Chris forced himself to unclench his jaw. “Don’t threaten my mate.”
“You stole mine.” Minho hissed. “If you so much as harmed a hair on his head, I will become an agent of vengeance upon your lands in ways you can’t even imagine.”
Chris willed himself to stay calm. Minho’s very being encompassed barely contained wrath. One wrong move and Chris knew the situation would explode. A chill crawled down his spine.
This wasn't posturing.
It wasn't diplomacy.
It wasn't a military commander making threats for leverage.
This was a mated omega whose partner had vanished.
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“Ouch!” Minho yelped, hand flying up to clutch his shoulder as a dull ache bloomed under his skin.
“Watch it.”
Minho didn’t need to look up to recognize the flat, unimpressed voice edged with irritation like it was his default setting.
Still, he did because even if he decided he hated Minho, Minho still couldn’t keep himself from looking.Han Jisung.
Ex best friend and bane of Minho’s existence. The one person he trusted more than anyone in the world, until he didn’t.
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Minho choked on his grape. The big boba eyes, the cheeks…there was no fucking way.
You smell so fucking good.
Minho’s entire world tilted on its axis. The most important person in his life was meeting his father for the first time, and no one knew it but Minho. He had begged for this man, pleaded with Chris to find him. And they had looked, oh how they had looked for any trace of the alpha.
Neither of them had any inclination it was Han Jisung.
Tae reached for Jisung with chubby hands going sideways in Changbin’s arms while Minho coughed. Chris used an open palm to slap Minho’s back a few times, until Minho held up a hand in surrender. He swallowed, looking at Jisung holding his son, and his own son, for the first time ever. Jisung looked thrilled and completely unaware the child he was holding was half his.
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The cold caress of a phantom hand, fingertips grazing along the slope of his nose and tracing the line of his jaw. He is drowning in visions; flashes of dark tufts of hair, crimson pools of metallic liquid, low lights of a bar Jisung has never stepped foot in and the labored breathing of a set of lungs that is not his own. A strange feeling of elation, euphoria coursing through his veins which throb in his arms and neck. His own body is standing stock-still, outside the bar, and he watches himself as his shoulder is grabbed by a police officer. Jisung feels jealousy unlike anything he has ever possessed, a carnal urge to rip the officer’s ribs out of his body and lick the blood clean from bone.
“While there is little to no information regarding the creature attack, the only thing we can do is hope and pray he has fled the city for good.”
Or: Jisung gets a box. Inside that box, Minho is waiting patiently.
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30 Jun 2026
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What nobody ever tells you is that fate couldn’t give a fuck less about you or what you want. Chance isn’t going to drag your soulmate straight into your arms and write your happily ever after. No, you write your own story.
That’s how Jisung found himself on all fours in front of his mirror on a Tuesday evening.
OR: Jisung attempts to get over his long-time, unrequited crush but accidentally sends him nude photos instead.
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25 Jun 2026
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“Min, what can I do?”
Jisung’s by his side. Loyal. Standing by the mattress. Gaze averted to focus on his eyes. He doesn’t glance at Minho’s bare torso, or the gym shorts stretched around his thighs just enough to free his cock. They’re drenched, sticking to his legs.
Jisung’s own breath is shaky. Minho can make that much out. It quickens when Minho grabs his wrist and tugs him to collide with the mattress.
or: Minho's in heat for the first time. Jisung doesn't know what to do.
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25 Jun 2026
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“We can't." Jisung squeezes his eyes shut and puts his hands to Minho's shoulders to stop him. He tries really really hard to not think about the warmth and the muscle firm under his palm.
"What?" Minho says, voice quiet and confused. It makes something in Jisung ache.
Jisung opens his eyes and sees Minho blinking at him. His mouth's parted too. Jisung looks away, trying to stay strong.
“We can't—" He scrambles to find the right words. "You know."
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jisung shouldn’t, but he really really wants to.
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15 Jun 2026
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Forced into a marriage he had no say in and humiliated by the coldness he finds there, Jisung makes it his mission to become a thorn in his husband’s carefully controlled life.
He’s a moth flying closer and closer to a flame—and he is just angry enough to dream of burning.
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