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"Why are you following me?" Jisung snaps.
"I'm your bodyguard?" Minho says.
"That doesn't mean you're supposed to follow me around," Jisung argues, exasperated.
Minho smiles, almost a little mockingly, tilting his head slightly. Something stirs in Jisung's stomach. He frowns harder to fight it.
"That's actually exactly what it means," Minho says.
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prince jisung meets his brand new bodyguard.
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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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Jisung leans forward while he plays with a silver earring dangling from his earlobe. “Am I surprising to you, then?”
Surprising? Irritating? Alluring? All those words and more seem to fit Jisung so far. “You could say that, I suppose.”
Jisung takes a step closer, getting into Minho’s personal space enough that he can smell his cologne—spicy and warm, like cardamom and amber. The heat of it spreads down Minho’s neck to his chest.
“Do you like surprises, Minho-ssi?”
Or, as the new CEO of TOPLINE Fashion Magazine, Minho can't afford to be distracted. Unfortunately, the future inheritor of In Life, Han Jisung, is distraction incarnate, and he knows exactly how to play his cards right.
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There were so many things he didn’t know about Minho, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t starting to drive him a little crazy. He’s nailed the mannerisms and mentality of his parents, always knowing what to say and when to shut up. But Minho was a firecracker, unpredictable and always hot-headed. There had to be something he could do to earn the privilege of a simple conversation.
The opportunity presented itself like a challenge, something to do when Felix was a bit too preoccupied with other things to give him attention. He’d figure out what he had to do to break down Lee Minho’s walls.
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"Sit." Minho gestures at the chair opposite. "I went over your most recent version of the report," Minho begins. "Thorough, as always, Jisung. I appreciate your hard work."
Jisung suppresses a smile. "Thank you, sir. I tried to anticipate—"
"That's not the only thing you're thorough about though, is it?" Minho interrupts, his tone shifting. It almost sounds like he's amused.
Jisung blinks, thrown off. "Excuse me?"
Minho's lips quirk. He reaches for his phone, unlocking the screen. "You see, I came across something… interesting earlier."
He turns the phone, screen bright against his eyes. And there it is, unmistakable, Jisung's Grindr profile. That's him in the photo, his smile, his bio: love being pinned down by older men, especially if they get a little mean. Will work hard for attention.
Fuck, his boss knows he's gay. His boss has seen his down bad attempt at getting laid. Wait, if he’s on Grindr too, that must mean he’s also…