Deedeecantbebothered
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Seokjin has finally found a home with his pack. He knows that, with three alphas, they really need at least one more omega. What he isn't expecting is that he'll take one look at the omega they bring home to meet him, Jeon Jungkook, and decide that Jungkook is his.
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26 Jul 2026
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“We should see other people.”
Look, Osamu’s never claimed to be the most emotionally intelligent crayon in the box, but he’s aware this is a loaded statement for a breath before eight a.m. The kind of statement that requires uncomfortable, prolonged eye contact and un-fidgety hands. He holds his spatula in a death grip as he stares down Suna across the kitchen.
To his credit, Suna barely blinks as he looks up from his phone where he’s perched precariously on the back of a chair at Osamu’s bistro table. “You couldn’t wait to break up with me until after I drank my coffee?”
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25 Jul 2026
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“This needs to end,” Kiyoomi says, legs tangled with Atsumu’s beneath the twisted sheets, their breaths on each other’s faces.
Atsumu hums, eyes closed, cheek smushed into his pillow. “It’s just a heat, Omi-kun. It’ll be over in a few days.”
“Don’t play stupid. You do it enough by accident,” Kiyoomi snaps. “I’m talking about hooking up.”
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25 Jul 2026
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"Let me." Phainon's voice breaks, hoarse and low. "You have to let me."
"Do I?" Mydei asks, brows raised. "Seems to me like another mess you've caused. Maybe I should stop letting you near me."
Phainon's breaths are unsteady against Mydei's lips as he leans in close. "I promise I'll do something horrible if I can't taste you."
Mydei smiles. "Tempting."
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25 Jul 2026
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Jing Yuan regards her for a long, terrible moment—terrible, because she wants him to agree. Terrible, because she wants him at all. Then he lowers himself, posture perfect, onto his knees. There is a grace to it she has rarely seen even from priests of Lan, a testament to the discipline he has kept himself to for centuries.
"Fu Xuan," he says softly, blinking up at her through his thick lashes, hands resting loosely on his thighs. "Please."
Bookmarked by Deedeecantbebothered
25 Jul 2026