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He wants to see those dark, feline eyes narrowed in pursuit. He wants to know that for once, he isn't just "Chan’s little brother" or the "annoying kid who needs help with his homework."
But wanting Lee Minho was a death sentence for his pride.
When Jisung had presented as an Omega four years ago, he’d been so sure things would change. He’d waited for Minho’s scent to sharpen when they were in the same room; he’d waited for a lingering look, a protective tilt of the head, a shift in the gravity between them.
He’d steal Minho’s hoodies when they accidentally got left behind in Chan’s apartment, saturating them with his own developing scent, hoping that when he handed them back, Minho’s pupils would blow wide. He’d lingered in doorways, laughed a little too loud at Minho’s dry jokes, and waited, desperate, for the shift. For the moment where Minho’s eyes would darken with something other than exasperated affection.
It never happened.
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17 Mar 2026
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The second Minho turned his head, he screamed, stumbling backwards and tripping over the leg of his couch.
Sitting right there on his living room floor was a man. A very naked man at that, with two antennae bobbing around on top of his head and twice as many arms as he should've had hugging his knees to his chest.
"Sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the man rushed to say, his big, wet eyes terrified and pleading for Minho to spare his life.
He was a hybrid. A. . . bug hybrid?
Just when Minho was starting to think he would never find someone worth loving, his soulmate fell right into the palm of his hand. And then onto the floor. Way too close to his cat.
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14 Mar 2026
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Kim Dokja has been writing Yoo Joonghyuk into permanence for four years. It has not occurred to him, until now, that he might be allowed to stay in it.
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12 Mar 2026
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Jisung's back is sinfully arched to reach better under the couch, and the shirt he stole from Minho stops right underneath where it would crease between his ass and thighs if he had been standing.
"Hyuuuung," Jisung whines, startling Minho out of his dreadful thoughs. "I can't find the remote."
Then, Jisung twists his neck to the side until he's able to look at Minho, with his wet cow eyes and puffed cheeks from sleep.
Minho's cock stirs to life in his shorts.
or; Three times Jisung steals Minho's clothes, and one time Minho actually does something about it.
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12 Mar 2026
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“Cancel the service.”
“No.”
“You’re not letting a stranger fuck you when I’m right here.”
jisung’s suppressants run out the same day his heat hits. bad luck. worse luck? the only alpha around is lee minho—his husband in name only, who’s perfected the art of pretending jisung doesn’t exist.
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10 Mar 2026