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“We are all animals, dressed up in our finery. Hoping the silk and brocade and the manners will keep our primal instincts at bay. That somehow it will leash the beast inside us. Don't you feel it?”
The Duke had been awakening the beast inside of him since they met. The hot, almost angry surge of desire inside him. To press close to Minho's body, to feel his hands and lips upon him. The beat of it pulsed within him, hot and heady.
The salty smell of humid skin and something else lying below. If he pulled off Minho's cravat would he be able to smell him? The real him. The scent of the alpha beast that lived inside his handsome body. Under the silk and skin.
His unpresented nose was too weak to pick up such things, but if he pressed close? As close as their clothes and flesh would allow. If he placed his nose right on the warm spot between the Duke's neck and shoulder, would he be able to smell it then? Perhaps using his tongue could help. If he could taste it–
Or: Unpresented Jisung returns to town for the summer and goes into a snap presentation heat at a public ball, while dancing with Duke Minho Lee.
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20 Jul 2026
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Some of them he could have guessed on his own. Yellow, surprisingly, is for rejection. Minho still finds it a bit petty that someone would give another person flowers to get that message across, but what does he know? Hyunjin could cuss him out in flower language, and Minho would be clueless.
He almost burst out laughing when he read the meaning behind the colour of his own carnations.
Capriciousness, unpredictability, whimsy.
— one time jisung got minho flowers, and three times minho wanted to return the favour. he does, eventually.
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09 Jul 2026
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Shit he must be drunk. He must be really drunk. Because the man leaning on the wall, looking down at his phone looked alarmingly familiar. Too similar to the boy whose hands he had held once, who gave him an acorn, who told him that ‘even if you breathed today you did well’ whenever Jisung came crying to him.
His hyung. His hyung who walked down the road lined with cherry blossoms holding Jisung’s hand all because he had a fight in school again. His hyung who sat next to him in the cafeteria despite being older, because every one else treated him like a disease. His hyung who fed cats as they walked back from school together.
But it couldn’t be. Could it? He left. Jisung left. Left like the coward he was, with the intent of never having to see his beloved hyung again.
Alternatively: Jisung met Minho when he was thirteen. Jisung left Minho when he was fourteen. Six years later, he moves to Seoul to start a new life. And unexpectedly, reconnect with his old life too.
(Title from 13 by Han)
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07 Jul 2026
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“Minho, listen to me. Whatever you do, don’t bite him, okay?”
“Bite,” Minho repeats foggily, liking the way the word feels in his mouth, between his teeth.
“I wouldn’t usually be concerned about your control, but with you two…”
“Us two.” He thinks about it. He’s never let himself think of them as an us before. Jisung continues to linger by the door, so close, painfully close. Within claiming distance. Just a scant inch or two of door between them.
“He’s your blind spot,” Chan says matter-of-factly.
“Blind spot?”
There’s a short sigh. “This conversation is going nowhere. I’m coming over, okay? Minho? I’m coming.”
“Minho?” Jisung asks again, and he can feel himself smiling, sunning in the sound of his voice.
“Sung-ah,” Minho says warmly, phone slipping from his hand and thunking softly against the carpeted floor. “Omega.”
Jisung presents late, panics, and hides it from his friends. As the weeks pass, Minho is haunted by a mystery scent that calls to him like nothing ever has before.
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01 Jul 2026
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Jisung’s fingers tightened slightly on the shirt as he literally covered his whole face and breathed the mint in. His lungs filled, slow and deep, like he couldn’t get enough of it. His grip tightened unconsciously, knuckles whitening slightly as he buried his face further into the fabric.
Suddenly, a low, soft vibration in his throat made his eyes blink wide open.
No fucking way.
Had he just purred? Like an animal? Like a fucking cat?
Or Han Jisung has two problems. He still hasn't presented, and he's hopelessly in love with his best friend.
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26 Jun 2026