6 Works by 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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The forest around him is suffocating in its deathly silence, as if the trees themselves were going through mourning. The air hangs heavy and still, not even a whisper of wind stirring the treetops. No rustling leaves or buzzing of insects - only an emptiness pressing down on him. There was no sound, nothing at all. Then a lone bird breaks the oppressive quiet with a mournful trill, its song echoing through the air like a lament.
Minho can’t tell if it is mourning the lives lost, or if it’s mourning the person he used to be.
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Or Minho didn’t know the lengths he would go through to keep Jisung safe until the worst happened. He finds that he would do anything, even if it meant risking his own life