Bottom/Omega Leeknow
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Minho tutors Jisung in math. Jisung is a player and devastatingly straight.
However, he doesn't seem to have much of a problem with letting Minho suck his dick every week when Minho propositions him under the guise of earning experience to woo his "crush" - which is none other than Jisung himself. But he doesn't need to know that, right? Right.
Unless, maybe, Minho has a chance at something more after all...?
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A slipped digit at midnight connects two people who were never supposed to meet. Minho is desperate for closure. Jisung is just a barista. But in the dark, he is whatever Minho needs him to be. He’s safe. He’s anonymous. It’s a harmless game of pretend.
Until daylight hits, and the game gets dangerously real.OR: Stealing a man is significantly easier when he already likes listening to your voice in bed.
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Chan was the alpha son of the Bang family while Minho was the omega son of the Lee family. Love blossomed between them. There was just one problem. Their parents hated each other!
Tired of their parents' bullshit, Minho went, "Hey since our family won't approve of our relationship, how about you knock me up so they don't have any choice but to let us get married?"
The chaos that ensues.
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The moment the terrace door swings open, a grin spreads across Jisung’s face. He claps his hands together, voice bright with enthusiasm. “Okay, kids, it’s time! Doctor Lino is—”
The words die in his throat. His hands freeze mid-clap.
Minho stands in the doorway, he’s wearing a tight, short white nurse's dress, fishnet stockings, and glossy black thigh-high boots with impossible heels.Jisung’s jaw drops.
For a long, stretched-out second, Minho doesn’t move. The children stare. The parents, stunned into silence, start shifting uncomfortably. Then, Minho’s expression changes, his face twisting in horror as realization sets in.
“Oh, holy shit.” His hand flies up to cover his mouth. “Oops— I mean—” He stumbles back a step, catching his heel on the threshold and topples backward, landing unceremoniously on his butt.
His bag slips from his grasp. A pair of handcuffs clatters onto the ground. A syringe rolls out. A pack of condoms slides across the floor.
Or: Jisung hires an actor to play a doctor at his son's birthday party, but instead, Stripper Minho shows up dressed as a nurse.
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"Before you, I never produced any slick. Like, at all. Maybe a tiny bit, but it was always so dry." Jisung's head tilted. "Now that I- now that we have been hanging out so much, I can't stop."
"Wh- What do you mean, exactly? What does it have to do with me?"
Minho snorted, "Okay, I'll be more direct, then. I could not produce any slick." Jisung nodded, eyebrows furrowed. "But your scent is so fucking addicting, and every time i'm near you, i produce so much slick, i have to wear multiple layers of protection."
Silence fell between them.
Then, the omega watched Jisung's cheeks slowly begin to colour as the realization settled in. "Oh. You.. Like the way I smell?"
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