Stoblitz01597
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“I heard a rumor about you.’
Minho’s eyebrows furrow. “A rumor?”
“Mm, people are saying you have a secret wife and kids.”
“A baseless accusation, then.” A quick puff of air leaves his nose.
“Oh, so you’re not married?” Jisung smiles, a little too happy.
“I’m not. I hope you didn’t keep me behind to gossip, Jisung?” Minho raises an eyebrow at him, sitting down in his big armchair.
“Oh, no. Of course not.” Jisung walks around to Minho’s side of the desk and slides his ass to sit on top of it. “I wanted to know if you liked my outfit?”
Minho blinks at him, eyes flicking down to Jisung’s bare thighs for a moment. Jisung didn’t miss it. “Jisung-ah– that’s not an appropriate question. Or an appropriate way to sit.”
Jisung kicks his legs back and forth a little. “Well, I don’t think the way you were looking at me earlier was very appropriate, was it Professor?”
or: jisung fucks his sexy anatomy professor
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14 Jul 2026
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Can't let anyone know I fw with this HEAVY
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Light steps sound in the kitchen and he hears the fire being fed. Her scent also hits him, clear and warm and fucking delicious.
Minho gets up then, as quietly as he can and counting on her being distracted. He approaches the kitchen in the dark, already seeing the figure bending over the counter.
He meant to talk right away, but the vision is so surprising that it renders him mute.
It is not a woman that he sees. The person—the omega—in front of him has broad shoulders and thick arm muscles, and the light of the fire shines on his face and neck, revealing a protrusion that goes up and down every time he swallows, complementing the sharp jawline and the beautiful side profile. Breathtaking.
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In which Minho is being chased by a pack and ends up at a cabin he can't make sense of. Without knowing, he stumbles upon the love of his life and the family of his dreams.
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Jisung knew there was something wrong with him. He had a hard enough time with platonic relationships. But faced with the idea of dating, he was even more at a loss. And when it came to his physical desires, just the concept of exploring them made him freeze up.
He wanted to do things. But if he tried to scratch the itch, it backfired on him, creating a wound instead of bringing relief. His inability to act, feel, be normal didn’t seem to be something he could overcome.
Maybe he just needed someone he was comfortable with?
Well… Han Jisung could count on his fingers the number of people he was comfortable with. But Minho was one
Or: Jisung learns about himself, his body, and his feelings for Lee Minho.
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“Hello, this is Minho speaking. How can I help you tonight?”
There is no immediate response, just the sound of someone crying quietly on the other end, something Minho is unfortunately familiar with. He waits, giving the caller space to gather their thoughts.
Finally, a shaky voice speaks up. “I… I don’t know what to do anymore.”
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Or: Minho works on a mental health crisis line where he gets far too attached to one of his frequent callers.