AstrayInSound
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Jisung shifts, the hem of the hoodie riding up just enough to tease the soft, unblemished skin of his inner thigh. They would look so pretty covered in his marks. Minho's teeth itch with the urge to bite.
"Hi, everyone," Jisung murmurs, his voice a little raspy, filtering through Minho’s headphones and sending a literal shiver down his spine. "Thanks for joining. I... I felt a little lonely tonight."
Minho freezes, his entire body locking up as he stares at the screen. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps. Jisung is sitting there, bathed in his scent, wearing his clothes, broadcasting to the entire fucking internet. The possessive, primal part of him is roaring in triumph, while the rational part of his brain is screaming in panic.
Jisung stretches languidly, rolling his shoulders and making the hoodie slip further down one arm, exposing the smooth line of his collarbone.
Minho’s blood turns to liquid fire. With a trembling hand, he hovers his cursor over the text box. His fingers fly across the keyboard, typing out the username he’s used for weeks since he discovered Jisung's secret; the anonymous shield that lets him devour his friend from afar.
Lino logs in.
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"I was wondering..." He hesitates, then continues in a rush, "I know this is weird to ask, but... would you teach me? How to do… kissing and stuff? I feel comfortable with you." His face reddens deeply, and he looks down at his lap.
The hurt swells in his chest, but he pushes it down, forcing his features into something neutral.
The request hangs between them like a live wire. Minho's pulse thunders in his ears, his mouth going dry.
Minho's breath comes faster now, his hands unsteady where they grip the couch cushions. He wants this - god, he's wanted this for so long he can hardly believe it's happening. But the reality of it makes his stomach twist. Jisung wouldn’t be kissing Minho because he wants to, but because he wants to learn. He can feel Jisung's gaze on him, warm and expectant, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lean in immediately.
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One night during their weekly movie nights Jisung confesses to Minho he’s never been kissed and that he’s scared to confess to the guy he likes because of his lack of experience. Obviously the only logical thing to do is to ask his best friend to teach him, right? -
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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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“How long do you think it’ll last?”
Minho blinks, glancing over. “The fog?”
Jisung nods. “Yeah. I mean… it has to go away eventually, right?”
“Hard to say,” he says after a moment. “Could be an hour or two. Could be all night.”
Jisung’s stomach sinks. “All night,” he repeats quietly. “So we’re just stuck here.”
“Welcome to the ground,” Minho says, his voice a quiet murmur edged with something like humour. “Everything down here’s trying to kill us, but hey, at least it’s creative with it.”
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Being one of the first people to land back on Earth after spending a century in space to avoid radiation, Jisung has learned that surviving is hard when the planet itself is out to get him. He’s starting to think Earth might actually have a sense of humour. A deadly one. -
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Jisung can’t stand the way Minho is talking, his tone is so conversational, like they were discussing the weather instead of the fact that Jisung had accidentally described in vivid detail about what he wanted Minho to do to him. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, he wants to run, move to a new country where he doesn’t speak the language and change his name. Peter would make a good name. He would make a good Peter. But he can’t bring himself to move. He wants to hide his face, but he forces himself to keep his gaze downcast. He wants to beg for forgiveness, but the words stick in his throat. All he can do is shift his weight from foot to foot, his fingers fidgeting with the loose thread on the hoodie sleeve.
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During a night out with his friend, Jisung gets drunk and accidentally messages a confession to his crush/best friend.
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“This is a trap,” Jisung says.
Minho’s smile curves, sly. “What if it is?”
“I’m supposed to open it and there’s—what, a dildo? A gloved finger? A coupon for backseat handjobs?”
“You really think I’d hand you a dildo in a bag.”
“I think you’re capable of anything,” Jisung mutters—then pries it open anyway.
No dildo.
Just a sandwich. A gorgeous sandwich—fresh sourdough stacked with mozzarella, tomato, basil, and a suspicious drizzle of balsamic. A little container of fruit. A cookie. And a napkin.
With his name on it. In sharpie. Smiley face and everything.
“What the fuck,” Jisung says.
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09 Jan 2026
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Jisung was never allowed to be alone with alphas. Chan was terrified that they might pounce on him and mate him on the spot. A highly unlikely scenario but the rule stood either way. The only exceptions to this rule were his brothers—obviously—and his personal guard Lee Minho.
Minho was by Jisung’s side always. Everyday, all day, in all locations—except Jisung's bedroom. He’d been appointed a few months after Jisung’s presentation and in the eight years that Jisung had known the alpha he’d managed to learn a grand total of three things about him.
Minho liked cats.
Minho liked pudding.
And Minho hated Jisung.
Or:: Omega Prince Jisung is forced into a safehouse with his personal guard Alpha Minho. Weeks of confinement in a cottage in the middle of nowhere, just the two of them…
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07 Nov 2025
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"Should I be worried?" Minho drawls, dry but laced with curiosity. "You've got that plotting look."
Jisung throws a grin over his shoulder, eyes glinting. "I told you—I found something."
“Is it edible?” Minho asks, a hopeful lilt sneaking into his tone, making him sound unexpectedly boyish.
"Better," Jisung says, and it bursts out almost as a laugh, bright and breathless. He can't say more—won't spoil the movement—so he just shakes his head and leads Minho on, tugging him with the energy of a current too strong to resist.
(or: minho & jisung find a secret meadow after the world ends)
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05 Nov 2025
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“Over here!” Jisung called out, entering the room and taking in his surroundings, immediately stunned still.
Minho barrelled in behind him—nearly knocking Jisung over given that he’d stopped directly in the entryway—he slammed the door closed, twisting the small metal lock that clicked softly to confirm it had slipped into place.
“Minho…” Jisung breathed, still barely able to comprehend what was happening, the strange almost fantasy situation they’d stumbled upon.
Minho had his back towards the room. Desperately catching his breath, the adrenaline slowly fizzling out of his veins and leaving him feeling tired and irritable.
“What….” Minho turned to face him, finally taking in the view that had Jisung so stunned in the first place.
Or:: Minho and Jisung are separated from there group on a hunt for supplies outside the district where they live. When a zombie horde surround them in the city, they take shelter together in an abandoned hotel.
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03 Nov 2025
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How dare Jisung show up like this. At his job interview, sitting there like he belonged in Minho’s space, in Minho's life.
The fire exit door creaked loudly as it was pushed open. The paper Minho had wedged in place fluttered in the sudden gust of wind, swirling in the air like a cluster of butterflies before tumbling over the side of the building.
He didn’t need more than one guess to figure out who it was that had come up to the roof.
“Wait, don’t close the…” The fire exit door slammed closed with an almighty bang, shaking the railings of the building. “…door.” Minho finished with a sigh.
Or:: Minhos ex shows up at his job interview, then gets them both locked out on the roof together. Guess they’re gonna have to talk (or fuck) it out.