age gap
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“Are you sure Chan is yours?” Minho asks, his pretty lips twisted in a pitying pout. “I don’t see how this little thing could get any woman pregnant.”
“We did a test,” Jisung manages to get out as one of Minho’s fingertips swipes over his leaking head.
“Of course you did. You had to. No one really thought your tiny cock, if you could even really call it that, could make you a father. You know, it’s really more of a clit.”
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Jisung somehow ends up in bed with his son's best friend.
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Minho was thirty-six years old, and one of the hottest guys Jisung had ever seen in his life. He was older, attractive, and had a pretty great sense of humor. It was crazy that he didn’t have a girlfriend or something. Jisung had asked him once why he was single, but Minho had dodged the question.
And maybe, just maybe, Jisung had the tiniest little crush on him, even though he knew it would never go anywhere. Having a silly crush on his older brother’s friend was embarrassing, because he knew Minho only saw him as Chan’s younger brother.
or Minho is a 36-year-old bartender, and Jisung is a 22-year-old fool, in love with his brother’s best friend
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Minho’s gaze is intense and unyielding. It’s something Jisung’s never felt or experienced before—being looked at like this. He swears he can feel Minho’s gaze tripping over every inch of his exposed skin, could feel fingertips brushing over his waist—like a stone skipping water, it just went on, and on, and on.
Here’s another moment in time branded onto his brain. If he could pinch just one, and let it carry on forever, Jisung thinks he may choose this.
Something inside him is cracking, splintering apart.
Jisung is stubborn, likes to get what he wants. Minho has been at the top of that list for as long as he can remember. They're close to strangers, really. He's just Jeongin's older brother, Chan's best friend. A passing ship in the night.
But Jisung is stuck with no way home, and has no one else to call. -
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Minho seems to realize the same moment Jisung does that they are both hard. And close enough to feel it.
He freezes. Jisung feels it, Minho's body locking under his gentle hands. He pulls back just enough to whisper, still dazed, "Hyung…"
"No," Minho says, voice hoarse. "We can't."
Jisung blinks. "Why not?"
Minho's eyes are wide, pupils blown, mouth still parted like he's stunned by his own reaction. He looks wrecked. Wrecked and absolutely terrified.
"We just can't," Minho says again. Harsher this time. Like saying it harder might make it more true.
Or: Jisung is a college student entering his master's. Minho is his best friend's Felix's older, divorced brother. It's summer.
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They haven’t even seen each other’s faces yet―what if J’s ugly? What if he thinks Minho is ugly? What if he’s secretly disfigured, or―oh god, what if he’s younger than he says he is (Minho’s not trying to catch a case, okay?). What if he’s been catfishing Minho this entire time, or―or what if he―
“Jisung?”
Minho tilts his head to the side, swinging the door all the way open as soon as he sees the younger standing on his doorstep. His shoulders slump in disappointment when he realizes it's not who he was expecting. The omega furrows his brows, taking in the stunned look on the younger’s face. Why does he look like he’s just seen a ghost?
(Or: Minho downloads a hookup app where he meets a hot young alpha who offers to help with his heat. As luck would have it, he finds out a month later that he’s actually been sending ass pics to his best friend’s son.)