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«Lee Minho x Han Jisung»
there’s so much a/b/o, someone take ao3 away from me please
“So—you like idols?” Minho inquires curiously.
“I like music,” Jisung answers. “Do you want to know something fun?
“Hm?”
“I auditioned for JYP Entertainment when I was 15?” His nose scrunches in thought. “Maybe 16?”
Minho squints in scrutiny. “That’s your definition of something fun?”
Jisung laughs. “I guess it’s not really fun fun. But it’s something. Every now and then I wonder what if I got in—would I have debuted with this group, or that?”
Minho chortles. “I auditioned for them, too,” he shares quietly after a brief pause.
OR: In a world where neither Han nor Lee Know make it to JYP Entertainment, Han Jisung and Lee Minho still find their way to each other.
aka. the five-step guide to a happy, healthy relationship (maybe)
Minho and Jisung meet at a bar and hit it off then go home together. They find that they share a jaded view on relationships and dating, neither ever having any luck with them, and make the decision to try something crazy and different—an uninterrupted 24 hour date.
This isn't happening, is the first thought that Jisung has. It just couldn't be.
He blinks. Gawks. He even pinches the loose skin inside his elbow—a little too hard, frankly, and he lets out a wince for it.
The scene in front of him refuses to change.
Being witness to the sight of his boyfriend straddling another man in the passenger seat of the car they technically share; their mouths on, and their hands all over each other, visible even through the semi-tinted windows was not a part of the plan.
Jisung momentarily feels deprived of air; his thoughts go blank and he has no idea what to do, or how he's supposed to act. He stands there, in the parking lot, and he just gawks.
“What the fuck,” a voice says from somewhere behind him.
That's right, he thinks. What the fuck?!
At the Levanter Bed & Breakfast, Minho and Jisung's relationship follows the flow of the seasons: the hope that spring brings, the flaming intensity of summer, the quietude of fall and the cold of winter that has one craving more warmth.
(the one in which we pick up where we left minho and jisung, who had just found their way into each other's lives again)
“Ah, fuck me.”
“Sure.”
Jisung barely even heard Minho anymore - this had become somewhat of a call and response between the two of them, like in preschool when the teacher would say something like “one, two, three, all eyes on me” and the kids would scream back “one, two, all eyes on you” - Jisung would say "fuck me" and Minho would say "sure" back.
In which Minho sees his chance, so he takes it.
“So, Minho is the top right?”
“Oh, for sure.”
“One hundred percent.”
“I’m right here,” Jisung said, pointing at himself. “I can hear your conversation.”
In which Minho and Jisung decide to prove to the members that Jisung is in fact a top.
Sometimes, Minho just really wanted to sink his teeth into Han Jisung.
In which lion-hybrid!Minho learns that sweet deer-hybrid!Jisung has a crush on him.
There was an Alpha in his classroom. There should not be an Alpha in his classroom, and everyone there knew it. Jisung had been very, very clear with the University that he would not be accepting Alphas into his classes if he worked there - not after what happened.
In which Omega!Jisung hates Alphas - until Minho joins his class, an Alpha that seems different from the others.
Jisung was going to kill Lee Minho.
In which Han Jisung is the secretary and personal assistant (read: babysitter) to the incredibly successful actor, Lee Minho.
Minho cupped his chin, holding his face roughly as he whispered, voice still calm and nearly sweet, “last chance, sweetheart - we can do this in my quarters or out here with everyone.” Jisung said nothing, refusing to answer to the other like he wanted him to. “Alright, then let’s do something about that mouth of yours.”
In which British solider!Jisung is captured by Pirate Captain!Minho who decides he wants to keep him for himself
Needless to say, Minho had become very, very well acquainted with J.One - his face, his body, his everything during his time subscribed to the man's Only Fans. Minho was a fucking addict when it came to him.
So, Minho didn’t even question if it was him or not when he turned around and saw the love of his fucking life standing two feet away from him as Chan introduced him as his co-star.
In which pornstar!Jisung wants to break into movies, and his new co-star Minho is one of his biggest fans. But, Jisung has been given very explicit instructions - no fucking your costar.
Jisung gets roomed with an alpha in the last available dorm his university has to offer. Against what most people would think he and the alpha coexist pretty peacefully and are great friends. Minho is a nice person, a nice alpha.
If Jisung has to point out anything that makes his life harder though, it’d be the alpha’s scent. He always knew he liked it a lot, but what to do when he finds out an almost perfect mock up for Minho’s scent, a mock up so true to the alpha’s scent he can feel like Minho’s home even when he travels to a dancing competition? And what to do when he finds out the scent gives him the most relief when he’s in heat?
Jisung’s first heat has to be perfect, because it’ll set him up for the rest of them, and set his standards for how things are meant to go. He deserves the best— to be pampered, and doted on. Someone to be gentle with him, and cater to his every fucking whim.
“So, will you? Help me?” Jisung quits blinking. He stares at Minho owlishly, like he’s scared.
Minho feel like he’s moving in slow motion. Through quicksand, water filling his lungs. His brain needs a full reboot before he can even think properly enough to croak out a, “Me?”
There is a rumble in his chest, a start of a growl, upper lip twitching. His fingers curl tightly around Minho's wrist.
"Easy," Minho hums like it's nothing, "you don't wanna get fussy with me."
[or: Minho tilts the universe and reshapes everything Jisung has known his whole life.]
Minho leans down and pulls the ultrasound image out of his bag, sets it on the table facing Jisung.
It’s not much to look at, mostly black and white static. The doctor had added a little arrow to the image pointing at the baby, hardly more than a blip. Minho had checked Naver; the baby is supposed to be the size of a lentil now. Next week it’ll be as big as a blueberry.
“Is— is this— you?”
Minho nods. There’s no point beating around the bush. “Yes, it’s me. Fifty percent of it’s you, too.”
Jisung picks the printout up, stares at it some more, like his eyes are being drawn to the fuzzy, grainy image of the baby. Their baby.
Or: Minho and Jisung meet, fall in love, get married, and have a baby... just not in that order.
After the loss of his alpha-to-go-to for his heats, Minho doesn't find much of a choice besides the Heat and Rut match app since he doesn't want anyone in his pack to help him
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Jisung drops his phone to his lap, slapping his hands over his face hard enough that it hurts.
“Fuck,” he says, to nobody but himself. ”Fuck.”
—
Or: Jisung wins a private stream with his favourite camboy. He stresses out about it a normal amount.
He has it all figured out. He’s going to approach Lee Minho, explain the situation, offer him the once in a lifetime opportunity to be treated to a free vacation and get back at his mortal enemy, Kim Seungmin.
If worst comes to worst and the guy spits in his face or something, he’ll simply tell his friends his dear boyfriend caught the flu right before the lake trip.
(OR: When Jisung's ex (Seungmin) says he's bringing his new boyfriend on their friend group summer vacation, Jisung decides to enlist the help of Seungmin's worst enemy (Minho) to play the part of his boyfriend in retaliation)
Professor Lee. Well-spoken and scarily clever and fifteen years older than Jisung, which should make him want him less, not more, but Jisung wants him so badly. He wants to be wanted by him.
Jisung has a fiction workshop every Wednesday. He also has a hopeless crush on his professor.
On a training hunting trip, part of the pack spots a feral wolf that they are forced to imprison after a conflict.
The found alpha is aggressive and unreceptive, Chan trying several ways to help without success.
All that is left is putting, Minho, the pack omega, on feral alpha duty.
"The beauty of fated mates, yeah?" Hyunjin smiled teasingly. "Being able to instantly match cycles just from being around each other and having instincts that are desperate to procreate."
In which Jisung and Minho are fated mates and the moon wants them to have children already.
Minho sold his slick online.
And, obviously, some one was buying it.
“So, what do you think?” Jisung asks.
“What do I think.”
“About my date.”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course. I want my alpha best friend’s opinion on my potential husband," Jisung says. Minho is being strange today, only giving quippy answers, while usually he’s quick and energetic to humor Jisung when he shares his dates.
- Or: Jisung stumbles into Minho's rut.
Minho is having an awful heat, and it's all Jisung's fault.
He’s getting brazen, Minho privately admits as he once again finds himself right by the foot of Jisung’s bed, staring down at the well-worn sweater that’s draped over its corner. This time around, he barely gives it ten seconds of consideration before plucking it right off the mattress, turning it right side out and pulling it on over his t-shirt.
—
or, Minho has no shortage of schemes in his desperate campaign to claim little bits of Jisung’s affection all for himself. Inadvertently triggering Jisung’s rut, however, is not one of them.
Minho doesn’t look back, but he knows that Jisung has that annoying smirk on his lips again. It doesn’t matter now, because in just a couple of months he’s going to put an end to the younger's smugness too.
For once, Minho can’t wait for the mating season.
“You can start the usual chores— watering the plants, cleaning the house, cooking food.” Minho said simply, already ripping his attention away from Jisung in favor of his art. “I’ll let you know if I need anything.”
The cat hybrid’s face twisted in annoyance as Minho once again denied him an actual apprenticeship in favor of getting his house chores done. Jisung was an artist, not someone’s maid. He was about to say something, ears flat against his head, tail fluffed out in frustration, when Minho spoke again.
“If you behave, I have a surprise for you tonight, kitten.”
☆
Jisung and his art mentor, Minho, have an... interesting relationship, to say the least.
One night, the hybrid omega finds himself overwhelmed by his heat. And Minho needs to make a decision to help him through it.
“This is a joke. This isn’t real, tell me this isn’t real.” Minho’s face is back to unreadable, but there’s an icy edge to his tone warning Seungmin that if this is a joke, it's not funny and Minho is an inch away from coming for his throat.
Seungmin just full-out smirks at the clench in Minho’s jaw.
Minho eyes the words— 23-YEAR-OLD MALE OMEGA LOOKING FOR AN ALPHA TO SPEND FIRST HEAT WITH— his grip on the phone tightens.
He goes over them, once, twice, three times— willing the words to dissolve in front of his eyes.
They never do.
or. Omega Han Jisung lists his first heat on an online auction in a last-ditch attempt to gain the money he so desperately needs. Alpha Lee Minho, best friend and possible love of his life is not happy about it.
Minho watched Jisung’s back as he stepped away, T-shirt quickly growing wet and weighty as he ran out into the rain. The backpack Jisung held over his head did little to help and honestly, Minho had found the entire thing to be pretty stupid; stupidly heroic and stupidly selfless.
And Minho wanted him.
- **
Minho wants to lose his virginity and decides to give it to a certain Han Jisung who can't seem to leave him alone afterward.
Minho didn't have to prompt him any further before Jisung spilled more explanation, "Mum wants to meet you.”
That raised Minho's eyebrows, and he cocked his head in question.
Rubbing his neck awkwardly, Jisung looked down at his lap as he admitted, “She thinks we’re dating.”
Or: When alpha Jisung takes omega Minho home for the holidays to appease his mother, Minho certainly doesn't expect to end the trip with an increased knowledge of Jisung's body, and a decreased understanding of where their relationship stands.
“You-” Chan snarls, but the rest of his threat is lost to the waves of heat filling Jisung’s gut as he breathes in more of Minho’s scent, his wolf delighting in the way it blends so well with the citrus that’s starting to leak out of his scent gland, like they were meant to—
Shit.
“I guess Hyunjin isn’t the only one who’s found his mate,” Minho says through gritted teeth, like he’s trying to fight the effect Jisung’s scent is bound to have on him. (It’s already a lost cause for Jisung, because no matter how much control he has over his instincts, there’s no way he can fight the urge to breathe in more of that delicious scent until it’s embedded in his lungs.)
- War and Rain ♡♡
Life is hell, and then you die.
Minho's story is already written, his life spent longing for his fated mate and then death with a sword in his hand. He expects nothing else. This life's journey is nothing but a series of hits to his soul. It doesn't matter that he is the strongest or the fastest. He can only fight and run for so long.
But what if his story was rewritten? What if bottomless brown eyes and the kindest smile he’s ever seen, took the map of his life and redrew the lines? How would his story end? Where would the map lead? To happiness… love? Home?
And if that home was threatened… he would burn the world to save it.
(*****)
He doesn’t think whatever he and Jisung has counts as love. He’s never experienced it, but something about the word tells him love is supposed to be equal, balanced, and tender. Instead, he has a power struggle where he’s been asked to give everything he has...
____
With silent tears Jisung rests against the oak door and prays. Dear Gods, may I take all of his pain and return it in love...
(Badass War General omega Lee Know is in an arranged marriage to sweet and kind alpha Han Jisung... he is not happy about it)
“Baby,” Minho cups Jisung’s cheeks, leaning in so their foreheads touch. Jisung can feel Minho's breath on his mouth, and it feels so right. He wants to stay like this forever. “Why are you crying, hm?”
Jisung speaks before he can activate his brain-to-mouth filter. “I love you. I-I'm sorry. I know I should've told you earlier but I just– I was scared,” he admits quietly, expecting the elder to be upset, to at least be a little mad. All he's met with is a blinding smile.
“I love you, too.”
Jisung's brain short-circuits, mouth hanging open as he blinks owlishly at Minho. “...huh?”
Or, Jisung goes into heat in the middle of class and it makes him and Minho realize a thing or two
Most of the paperwork in JYP’s trainee contract is relatively run-of-the-mill: there’s a non-disclosure agreement, a no-dating agreement, a prohibition on moving to another company until the contract ends. The only unusual provision is the one relating to secondary sex: because JYP allows alphas and omegas in the same group, idols who present after debuting must allow the company to assign them a partner for their heats or ruts.
Jisung, fifteen years old and desperate to realize his dreams, signs without a second thought. His entire family is betas, so he assumes he probably won’t even have to worry about the rule.
Now, twenty-two and newly presented as a late bloomer omega, Jisung wishes he’d read the contract more carefully.
“Bbama?” he calls out.
No response.
“You’re kidding.” It’s barely been three days since Bbama escaped last, far sooner than his normal week's worth of relaxation, before he has to worry about whether or not he’ll come home to his dog.
There’s only one obvious solution to his current predicament.
At least, that's what Jisung tells himself while he climbs over the fence separating his garden from Minho’s.
or Neighbours Jisung and Minho keep finding each other's pets in their houses. What was friendly reminders turn into passive aggressive notes until the day Jisung decides to retrieve his dog himself. However, is it just him, or does the house smell strangely strong of alpha.
"I'm scared for Jisung, dealing with a feral alpha in rut when you're in heat has to be terrifying," Felix said, worrying his lip as he stared at the closed door of the heat room where both Jisung and Minho were.
"Minho would never hurt him," Seungmin replied confidently.
or Minho goes feral at the scent of Jisung in distress and breaks into the heat room to be with Jisung
He activates the teleport.
Jisung’s voice cuts through, “Oh, a catgirl?”
Minho misses his flick. Fuck.
“You want me to be your catgirl?”
Minho shoots again.
“What am I? Your discord kitten?”
Shots go wide. Yoru falls.
“Lino?” Changbin calls but he can hear evident laughter in his voice.
Minho clears his throat, “Lag.”
or. Minho doesn’t know how to act normal when Jisung shows up in a catgirl cosplay for his 500k sub special Valorant stream.
“Your next client just checked in,” Chan says from the door to the break room. “Room four.”
Jisung gives him a thumbs up before rummaging through his locker to gather all his supplies. Pheromone-laced lube, his own personalized fleshlight (yes, he got one modeled off his asshole—don’t judge him), various fabric pieces, knot stimulators, and a gigantic stack of towels. They’re all pretty standard for his job considering he’s a ‘relief omega’ that gets paid to take care of single alphas during their ruts.
With all of his items stacked in his arms, he heads down the hallway in search of the door for room four, pushing inside once he finds the right one. He’s met with a wall of scent so strong, it nearly makes him drop all of the items he’s clinging to. Holy moly. Peppermint and eucalyptus practically drip down the walls, pungent enough to make his nose tingle. It’s a nice scent if he’s honest. Way nicer than a lot of the alphas that come through their facility.
“Hello, I’m your assigned omega for the duration of your rut,” Jisung greets cheerfully.
--
Omega Jisung works to alleviate alphas in rut, though his next client is probably the hottest he's ever met.
The only thing Han Jisung wants for Christmas is to sit in Santa's lap... preferably while naked and sweaty. Too bad he has zero confidence and is terrified of getting his heart broken. Good thing Santa's little helpers want him to be happy and aim to get the omega exactly what he wants.
“Do you think if told I him I’m on the naughty list he would spank me instead of giving me coal?”
“Um… excuse me?”
____
“I was thinking…” Minho awkwardly shuffles his feet trying to build up the courage to speak his mind. “…it’s Christmas Eve and your nieces said you’ve been good this year.”
The only thing Minho wants for Christmas is for Han Jisung to sit on his lap. Clothes or no clothes, he doesn't care. The omega has been acting strange lately, and he isn't sure what to do. But there is good news. Santa has helpers who come in all shapes and sizes, and with the right advice and the help of an old trusty red suit, he might just spend Christmas in the arms of the man he loves.
_____________________________________
Wide grin turning naughty, Seungmin chuckles under his breath. “You need to go back to the basics.”
“The what?”
“The basics! What did you do that initially attracted him? If he is out looking for a new alpha, you need to reel him back in with the thing that hooked him the first time.”
“My husband is not a fish.”
“No… but he could be a Ho-Ho-Ho…"
Fingertips trailing across a few of the bottles, he lands on the mocha and he swears he can almost taste the rich, bitter coffee with sugary sweet chocolate mixed in. Jisung’s mouth waters as he grabs the first two bottles and drops them into his basket, though he nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears a smooth voice murmur, “Good choice,” right behind him.
Bristling, Jisung’s head snaps to the side in time to see the same alpha from the tofu aisle, though he’s much closer this time around. His heart is in his throat, that same tingle from his fingers creeping up his neck as their eyes meet yet again. Even with the mask, he’s able to tell the man is smirking at him as he walks by and it’s then that everything connects into place for him, because that tantalizing scent starts to dissipate the further he walks away. Which means…
Of course, he had to go and grab a drink that shares the guy’s exact scent right in front of him.
--
Han Jisung moves back to Seoul to help his sister and nephew, but he keeps running into an irresistible alpha without the chance to chat him up… until he does.
Jisung slowly stepped up beside Hyunjin, baring his teeth, but his mind was elsewhere. For some reason, despite the acidic, nauseating scent the Feral was emitting, there was something familiar underlying it, almost nostalgic. It was a scent he hadn’t smelled in years, but now that he’d noticed it, he couldn’t stop noticing the distinct scent of pine and patchouli. But where did he know it from?
The scent seemed to take him back to a time long forgotten, of two young wolf pups cuddling under a makeshift lean-to in a snowstorm, keeping each other warm and safe. The scent was safety and comfort to Jisung, memories of wrestling in the sun and bathing in the river, of a familiar boy teaching Jisung to track and hunt prey, to fight, to survive.
And then Jisung finally realized that it was Minho’s scent.
or;; Jisung and Minho are separated from each other as children, leaving them to believe the other to be dead, only for fate to bring them back together in the most unexpected way.
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.
--
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.
When Chan decided to house his cousin, Jisung, after he escaped the cult he was raised in, Minho was more than willing to help out, but he wasn't expecting Jisung to smell so good that he would want to put a baby in him.
Jisung had spent his entire life preparing to present as an alpha in a world where omegas were unimportant- the bottom of the food chain. So it came as a very unwanted surprise when he didn't present as the alpha that his parents had expected and so avidly wanted.
or
Jisung lives his adult life pretending to be an alpha- until Minho realizes he's not who he says he is.
Minho tracks every aspect of his life. His classes, his dance practices, his shifts at the cafe, when he’ll eat and when he’ll feed Dori. He marks down when he’ll study and for exactly how long he will study for. He tries to plan how many episodes of any given anime he and Jisung will watch, but gives in pretty easily to Jisung’s pouty face and a plea for “Just one more?”
He never had to plan Jisung. He just seemed to fit right in.
(OR: Minho unexpectedly goes into heat and calls an alpha for help. Jisung was not the alpha he intended to call. He didn't intend for a lot of things.)
Hello this is JYPE.
Lee Know will not be on Music Core tonight due to a medical emergency. He is well now, but will need to rest and recover from his sudden presentation. He asks for your forgiveness for having to cancel on such short notice.
We have also heard STAY’s concerns about HAN missing from two planned appearances. As previously mentioned, HAN has been on a medical hiatus as he presents.
Everything is going well and both can be expected back at schedules next week.
We welcome well wishes for the members,
Thank you.
“Courting? Years? Chan hyung, what?”
or, Minho is an idiot. Jisung is an even bigger idiot.
When Jisung gets pregnant with his long-term boyfriend's baby, Chan accuses him of baby trapping and proceeds to break up with him. Jisung is left homeless, jobless, and with a dwindling savings account. Due to their equally troubling financial situations, Minho moves in with Jisung, despite hating Jisung for what he did to Chan.
Whether or not Jisung got pregnant on purpose depends on who is telling the story and no one bothers to ask Jisung what actually happened.
Half an hour in, Jisung’s nose picks up the aromas lingering around the room again. Minho's scent envelops all of his senses, eases the pain in his lower back and the headache pounding at the front of his brain. When he looks at Minho again, the patches on his neck are still plastered over his skin, but he’s missing the one on his right wrist.
Comfort wraps around him and settles in the lining of his muscles, the tissue of his bones. He’s so drowsy, Jisung feels like drifting off and curling around himself to hopefully catch up on his missing hours of sleep, but he has to work, he has to talk with Minho and–
“Sleep, Jisungie. I’ll work on this, okay? It’s my field. You rest for a bit.”
or; Jisung can't sleep. But then he pairs up with Minho for a school project, and his whole world shifts around him.
Minho knows precisely two things about the omega that just asked to marry him: (1) he’s very cute and (2) he’s pregnant and it’s definitely not Minho’s.
“Han Jisung-ssi?” Minho greets him, polite and so pretty, and damn, even his voice is beautiful.
“Yeah, hey, nice to meet you,” Jisung says as he shoots up from his seat, his knee bumping into the table in the process and making the cup on it shake in response. Jisung winces as his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and it really doesn’t help that Minho huffs a small laugh while he watches the whole thing unfold.
Great.
Not even a minute in and he’s already made a fool of himself.
“No need to be nervous, I won’t bite,” Minho mutters with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Unless you ask me to.”
Jisung snorts, thankful for the alpha’s attempt to calm his nerves. He decides to play along, “Is that part of the contract or do I need to pay extra?”
Minho tilts his head as his lips stretch into a grin, “For a cute guy like you, it’s free of charge.”
Or, in which Jisung hires a fake boyfriend who might end up not being so fake after all.
It doesn’t start like this, with Minho standing in a sleeping Han Jisung’s room in the middle of the night, carefully rubbing the scent glands in his wrists over every inch of it. No, it starts when Jisung bumps into Minho at his favorite coffee shop and makes him spill his iced americano all over himself. Minho, already plotting murder in his head, looks up, locks eyes with a nervously stuttering Jisung, and falls head over heels in love.
Jisung is perfect in every way, from the way he frantically waves his hands in apology to the way he turns bright red and completely loses his train of thought when Minho smiles his gentlest smile at him. He buys Minho another drink without prompting and even offers to dry clean Minho’s coffee-stained hoodie (which clearly has never been in the vicinity of a dry cleaner in its life). Minho is besotted. There’s only one problem: Han Jisung is an alpha.
Or: Minho takes matters into his own hands.
Minho rubbed his thumb against Jisung’s cheek, dimpling it with his nail. “I’m still here, jagi. You’re still mine.”
Jisung closed his eyes and swallowed the grief. After a moment he nodded. “Still yours. You’re still mine.”
The confession was enough to bring Minho back to himself, to realize Jisung had been rutting against his thigh and leaking so much slick and precum he soaked through his sweats. He sought relief, was desperate for it; and yet, Minho caught the hesitance in Jisung's gaze.
He was holding back, just as much as Minho. Even in heat, he was all too aware of the lines they were crossing.
Minho never wanted to kiss him more than he did at that moment.
“It's okay,” Minho said, caressing Jisung's cheek. He glanced at the slick seeping into his pants, then looked at Jisung. “You can use hyung, Jisungie.”
or jisung finally physically presents as an omega, and minho helps him through it
“One more thing, Minho-ssi.” He turns to the doctor. “It may be beneficial to spend this time around with a partner if you are willing. It may,” She waves her hand, searching for the right word. “Ease the entire process. So you don’t have to overexert yourself further.”
Minho has a surprise heat. Jisung is surprisingly willing to help.
It’s the sort of heat which travels from the soles of your feet to the highest peak of your cheekbones, setting your skin ablaze. That eerie feeling, instinctual, primal in nature, that paralyzes you. It is your body, your mind, ringing an alarm, preparing you for whatever is to come, because something, somewhere, isn’t right.
or: alpha han jisung goes on a trip, and the heat becomes unbearable in more ways than one.
In which Jisung gets:
- A belly button piercing,
- A boyfriend,
- Bitched.
- in the dark - i am there with you, my love
The Exchange, an exciting time between the packs that make up their region of the country where two of them meet together for a moon’s cycle to find mates. The two participating packs rotate every year to help create a better blend and thus relationship between all of the parties in the agreement.
Minho, who has consistantly been discouraged by his well-meaning pack elders from participating in the Exchange due to worry about mistreatment over his issue of never having had a heat in 13 years, finds his belief that he'll spend his life alone challenged when a younger wolf takes an expressed interest in him.
“So people have been hiring you? What’s been your tagline? ‘Fake experiences: $187 base fee, results not guaranteed’?”
Jisung shakes his head, biting back a grin. “You’re ridiculous.”
“So…” Minho drawls, crossing his arms with a small, lopsided grin. “Is $187, like… your going rate? Or was I supposed to get the friends-and-family discount? Since I know Felix and all.”
Jisung groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my God, shut up.”
OR: Jisung is in an easy a situation and Minho just thinks he’s cute.
When Minho spoke again his voice was determined. “Put me on speakerphone.”
Jisung didn't want to move the phone and lose the sensation of Minho breathing against his ear.
“Why?” he panted feebly.
“You're going to need both hands,” the older boy said, his words making Jisung's insides clench tightly and he groaned in the back of his throat.
“I'll talk you through it so you won't have to do it alone,” Minho murmured.
-
Jisung suddenly goes into heat despite having lived all his life as a Beta. The unexpected change of his secondary gender is confusing not only to him but also to his band members, and he struggles to understand the new impulses that seem to overtake his body whenever Minho is near.
“You have to break his resolve,” Hyunjin says adamantly. “Be the sexiest, sluttiest omega he’s ever seen. You gotta be better than the omegas on OnlyFans and PornHub. That’s the only way.”
Seungmin clears his throat from where he’s working beside Jisung. “Is this an appropriate conversation to have at work?”
Or, Jisung has been pining after his best friend's older brother for years. When Minho invites Jisung to live with him at his place rent-free, Jisung jumps at the chance.
Jisung ignored his thoughts of how appalling it sounded and allowed Felix to move on with their conversation, suggesting an incredibly ridiculous idea.
To put it simply, he was going to feed Minho his slick. It sounded stupid, and as time went by he was beginning to regret letting Felix drag him into this, but some part of him was eager to put it into action. Although, he wasn't going to feed him the slick directly; he was going to hide it in food.
OR
Jisung feeds Minho his slick. Good things happen.
“I’m sorry I excluded you,” Minho breathes when they part again, his little, broken voice making Jisung want to hold him even tighter, to never let go anymore.
He’s still shaking a little, can’t hold back his slight sobs and the trembling of his upper body just yet, but everything feels lighter now, the atmosphere around them heavy with relief.
“It’s okay sweetheart,” Jisung reassures and kisses either of his pink cheeks before burying his face into Minho’s neck and gently brushing along his scent gland. “I’m here now.”
or:
Minho feels embarrassed about the intensity of his heats and decides to spend one alone, not wanting to scare away his new boyfriend, Jisung. Of course, his plan backfires – but Jisung is there to pick him up, to love him like nobody else ever could and to show him that he’ll forever be safe inside his arms.
Jisung takes a big breath. “The guy I’ve been talking to on Matefinder, bigcat10, I asked him for his address, you know, to meet up tonight.”
“Uh-huh,” Felix hums, listening intently.
“Felix,” Jisung breathed, voice strained and panicked. “He sent me my address, Felix!”
“Oh.”
A preemptive warning on why you shouldn't, accidentally, sext your hot, alpha roommate.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Jisung whispers. “Why are you here?”
Minho scrunches his eyebrows, “What are you talking about? Today is the presentation. I have to be here.”
“No, hyung, you’re in pre rut.”
“What are you talking about?”
Jisung’s eyes shoot open and his jaw drops. “Rut? You know when you go away for a few days in the mountains?”
“That’s not for like two months, what the hell is a rut?” Minho can feel himself getting frustrated. He never gets frustrated with Jisung. What’s going on?
OR; Minho's grandparents never allowed him to learn about sexual education, so for years he never understood his ruts. Until he triggers one accidentally, and his best friend Jisung helps him through it.
Jisung looked at the egg and then back up at Minho. He seemed amused, his lips turned up in the corners. “And why are you giving me an egg?”
“Don’t people like eggs?” Minho asked dumbly. “You can cook with them and use them in different recipes.” His hand was slightly quivering, holding the stupid egg out like an idiot. When he was helping gather eggs for the kitchens earlier, he saw the egg with the prettiest blue shell and wanted to show Jisung since it was so different from all the regular, white ones.
Felix told him to give the omega things that made him think about him, after all. But judging by Jisung’s expression, maybe he didn’t mean everything he sees.
-
Or; Minho catches a hint of the most delicious scent he's ever smelled. Too bad his nose doesn't work well.
Once Jisung presented as a beta, everyone in the pack was surprised that he had such a complex smell, but of course, Minho had already known. And he couldn’t lie saying he didn’t feel a power rush when Jisung’s actual scent turned out to be just like he’d expected, a perfect match to the mocha marzipan scent of his voice that he had loved for so many years.
[…] and now Minho had the matching image to complement his whole Jisung experience; the colour of Jisung’s scent, a gorgeous golden-brown and red cloud around him. It was just as pretty as Jisung’s voice, just as precious as Jisung’s smile… and Minho’s mind was quick to supply that Jisung’s colours complemented his own caramelised-candied apple scent.
It had been an instant switch inside him as soon as he saw Jisung after the boy presented. Minho’s alpha craved the beta, screamed at Minho that he smelled and looked so perfect because he was his true mate.
But true mates were rare enough to be considered more myth than reality, and Jisung…
Jisung didn't want an alpha.
“Uhm, as—as I was saying… Unless you want to get your hands dirty, you can leave and do your own thing.”
Minho’s eyes widen and he backs away a little, but he quickly composes himself—as far as he can when Jisung’s flushed skin is so close to him, his fingers still twitching to touch him.
“I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. I’ll help you,” he blurts. Maybe it’s the intoxicating scent rendering him a little useless, filling him with want that is slowly turning him blind to reality, but he has just the mind to convince himself that he’s suggesting this to make sure that he gets through his heat a little more comfortably.
OR: Minho and Jisung accidentally mate during Jisung's last heat, but Minho is acting cold towards Jisung ever since Chan tells Minho why Jisung needs him (and why Minho needs Jisung too)
Minho felt like he had it all in life. A nice job that he loved, a warm pack he went to every night, and an amazing boyfriend that he loved more anything.
Until one day the most unexpected news throws the entire trajectory of his entire life off.
Causing a domino effect that ultimately leads the omega to make a decision that will break his own heart.
“I can order some to be delivered?” Jisung pulling out his phone as the words left him. “Is there a particular place you want it from?”
“Mmmm I’m pretty sure the place I want doesn’t do delivery. But, we probably shouldn’t be stopping off and going in anywhere either.” Minho grimacing as the words left him. “We were already being followed earlier after all. And this…” The omega then gave his belly a rub. Gave his bump a rather long look. “This is getting rather difficult to hide now.”
“Yeah.” Jisung's tone going quiet. Gaze too going to the omega’s stomach. “Yeah, it is.”
Silence then fell between them. But only for a moment.
Seeing as the alpha was soon looking at his mate and saying…
“What if we didn’t hide it any longer?”
A brief moment of silence then passes. With Jisung still holding the omega’s hands as the various monitors beep and record.
Before…
“How about…. How about you just focus on something happy?”
Before the alpha then says that. Tone light and easy as he speaks.
“Like…think about the happiest day you’ve ever had. Focus all your attention on that. Think about nothing but that. And simply draw from the good energy it brings you.”
Minho automatically blinks as he scrambles to come up with something. Mind drawing a blank as it always does in this sort of situation.
“The happiest day I can think of?” he then repeats. “Really?”
“Yeah! Like… what’s the first thing that immediately comes to mind? If I told you that you could choose one day. And one day only. Then what-”
“The day I met you,” the omega then blurts. Words breathy as he recovers from yet another contraction. “If I had to pick one day. The happiest day. Then for me it would be the day I met you.”
--OR--
It's time for the twins to be born.
With Minho and Jisung recounting the day they met.
Jisung and Felix have come up with a simple plan: Jisung must become so irresistible that Minho is no longer able to deny him what he knows they both want.
Phase one of the plan is a classic. He’s going to dress like a slut for attention.
OR
Jisung has learned that, sometimes, when you don't immediately get what you want, you have to trigger an alpha's rut. He's pretty sure someone said that once. Maybe they didn't, but it's not the worst advice he's heard. Regardless, it's what he does in this fic. He also learns that, sometimes, you have to arch your back and take the consequences of your actions like a good little omega.
When Jisung gets assigned a new case in the hospital, he never expects to fall in love with the victim. Jisung as his nurse grows closer and closer to a traumatised Minho, who slowly comes more and more open to him.
Jisung and Minho are lost soulmates trying to find each other again. There is a pull between them but many supernatural factors get in the way. They are both lost and confused, but with each other, they feel found. Minho lost his memory after becoming a hybrid and Jisung is an average human in his sophomore of college with his best friend Felix.
Everything changes when Chan and Minho's pack decide it is time for some normality. They move in nearby to a college campus for them all to attend to allow the other members a chance at a degree. This starts the problem when Jisung sees Minho for the first time in calculus class. From there the two are bound, basically impossible to separate, but what does it lead to when they are together?
Is this supernatural world something Jisung can adapt to being a part of or does he even have to adapt at all? Everything has a familiarity and what comes of that curiosity will lead them down a path that feels almost destined.
Minho and Jisung have been running their new pack while being new dad's to their beautiful twin children. There has been some new challenges with this life time though as Jisung still tries to live his normal life in the music industry while being Luna to a pack. He still finds the life he now lives as a hybrid rather hard to face at times, plus being a father on top of that. He is still fighting the thought of wanting to have more kids, too scared to tell Minho because of what happened last time.
Minho is finding it hard to manage his quickly growing pack as he lets Jisung live his normal life as best as he can, but will he be able to continue doing it all on his own? He is finding himself missing out on some moments with the kids as he is trying to get the pack to see him as the pack alpha he once way. Many young wolves are presenting as alphas out of nowhere, leaving him to question what it could mean.
The kids are coming onto preteen years which make for some changes in a mundane way and a supernatural way that they could've never seen coming. With the lives they are leading, will they be able to keep their love just as strong or will they crumble?
| “Jisung, this is Katō Momo. She’s the leader and co-founder of the Royal Anti-Trafficking Organization, alongside Prince Minho. Momo, this is Han Jisung. He’s apparently here to spy on the crown prince and who knows who else; what for reason we’ve all yet to hear, but I’m sure we’re all on the edge of our seats.” |
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Crown Prince Lee Minho has his fair share of secrets to hide, and Jisung has been reluctantly hired to find out what they are. Minho, and Fate, have other plans for him, however.
Minho seldom ever feels like this during sex–not even during his heats, usually preferring when they fight for dominance, the two of them wrestling, scratching, biting–it’s almost primal, trying to see who will cave first. But sometimes Jisung makes him feel so fucking needy, so fucking small. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed by the part of his secondary biology that wants his alpha to take care of him–and Jisung seems to have an instinct (alpha, maybe, or just a very specific ‘make a mess out of Minho’ Jisung instinct) that picks up on it immediately.
An unsuccessful night of "getting 23-year-old alpha virgin Minho laid" (courtesy of Chan and Hyunjin) takes a late turn when he encounters one Han Jisung.
When Minho hooks up with a handsome alpha stranger, he isn't expecting anything more to come from it ... especially not a baby.
(A slice-of-life view of Minho's pregnancy and his blossoming relationship with Jisung.)
Jisung stops midair with the neckline of his—Minho's, really—hoodie to his nose. He stares at his pen, pausing his writing to let his brain process what he's been unconsciously doing the whole class (the whole day? Week? Month?).
His heart trembles and so do his eyes as he looks down on the hoodie. It's a nice hoodie, big and cozy, perfect for when he's cold or when he simply misses his best friend. Like he's been doing just now; he's inhaling Minho's scent because it's nice and warm and calms him down whenever he feels anxious.
At least, that's what he's trying to tell himself, anyway.
Or, Jisung realizes he's in love with Minho and everything kind of goes to shit
Lee Minho was generally a very calm alpha. He was relaxed about a lot of things, his ruts weren’t really all that bad, and getting an omega had never been his end goal.
Besides, he already had one he liked.
“Do you do that often? With people at the club?” He can’t bring himself to look at Minho and gauge his reaction. The silence that stays is dreadful. Heavy and thick.
Jisung regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have— it’s none of my business.” He chuckles, half-hearted. He wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs. “Just ignore that. I don’t even know why I—“
“Sung-ah,” Minho calls sweetly, and it gets Jisung to stop babbling like an idiot. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to . . . be careful and curious. But don’t worry. I don’t normally do stuff like that. Ever.”
Minho’s so hot and beautiful and everything in between. He’s the stars in the sky, the planets in the solar system, the sun rotating around the earth. He’s the milky ways and galaxies in the universe and the billions of other planets no one knows about.
(OR jisung's a junior, minho's a senior, and jeongin is an inconvenience.)
Two omegas in heat, one at the threshold of a different pack’s den. What could go wrong?
“Uhh-“ Jisung fidgets with the sleeves of his sweater, “you weren’t at the welcome ceremony.”
They stare at each other – Minho blinking, Jisung (apparently?) looking at him as if he expects him to say something. He doesn’t. Attempting to wrap his head around the fact that a wolf came to find him, he just stares right back.
“So...” Jisung looks behind him like he’s expecting to see someone there. There’s nobody – he turns his gaze back to the alpha. “Why weren’t you?” Continued fidgeting.
“Why would I?” Minho asks, confused as to why he would go. “Nobody wanted me there.”
Or
Minho was supposed to be the next pack alpha, but when most of his pack is killed, he joins a new pack. He doesn't believe he belongs in it. Jisung wants to show him otherwise.
He held his breath and settled in to wait, but Jisung never expected to live a lifetime without air...
Taken from his pack Jisung mourns his brother's death and prays for a swift end to it all. But what happens when instead of execution, he finds the love he'd spent his life waiting for?
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“… we could go at the same time. You take mine and I’ll take yours. That way we can come back together.”
Hiccuping, tears fall freely down Jisung's face dripping to the bare chest below him. “You think we’ll find each other in the next life?”
“Oh my pretty baby… there is no life we live at the same time where I don’t search for you. I only pray that in the next one, I’m not the cause of your tears…”
(An A/B/O Romeo and Juliet style fic but with a happy ending)
Minho-and-Jisung. They come as a pair. Minho doesn’t care one bit that people say alphas and omegas can’t be friends. His friendship with Jisung is the most precious thing he possesses.
And then Jisung gets himself a boyfriend.
“You used my body wash,” Minho’s voice is deeper than normal, almost cracking at the seams of something feral trying to escape. Jisung didn’t even notice how tense and taught Minho’s muscles had become as he moved closer to Jisung. When did hyung get so big?
Jisung can only nod dumbly, letting out a small shake when Minho bends down, ghosting his lips along the collarbone.
“Uh, hyung, ah—” Minho snakes his arm around Jisung’s waist, pulling closer so their chests are touching. The silk fabric of the pajamas feels cool on Jisung’s chest and he lets out a heavy breath. He feels trapped and suffocated against the broad chest and he shivers, the size difference running straight to his dick.
He doesn’t know what does it, but Jisung finally meets his eye. His pupils are already dilated, and they still somehow manage to pulse darker upon eye contact. There is no hiding the desperation behind them.
A shiver runs through Minho despite himself. The vanilla sweetens, turning richer with every breath Minho takes in.
Jisung’s hands tighten, and Minho can see his biceps flex from the effort. Honeysuckle blooms and amber melts.
Oh.
Jisung is an alpha. And Minho is…
“Jisung,” he says, “do you want hyung to take care of you?”
Jisung presents late. Some things change. Some things don't.
Minho had sworn off of relationships. They brought nothing but the expectation of acting like the perfect omega housewife and pleasing whatever gross alpha decided he was worthy of their attention.
When Jisung suddenly approached him at a frat party (bad flirting skills and all), he didn't expect anything more than a few eye-rolls and free booze to come of the interaction.
Unexpectantly spending his unwelcome heat with the alpha was the last thing he anticipated.
“I’m going to do it differently,” Minho informs him. Jisung took a literature class in his first college semester, so he knows how to read between the lines. The ‘I’m going to do it right’ was unsaid, but the omega understood it all the same.
“I’m going to cook for you,” Minho motions to the grocery bags and leans forward, resting his hands on his knees in front of the younger, “I’m going to feed you and make you drink water. I’m going to scent you and cuddle you. And most importantly, I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t ever think of anyone else.”
or
Jisung asks his crush to help him with his heat. He doesn't expect him to agree (he does).
“Is this what you wanted, jagi?”
The familiar term of endearment almost sounded like a mockery spoken in that tone, yet it only made Jisung’s brain that much foggier, dizzy and breathless, pushing him towards an unfamiliar edge at a dangerously rapid pace.
Jisung could smell it before his brain was able to fully process what was happening. The sickeningly sweet scent of ripe peaches flared around them, dampening all his senses and overcoming the musk of spiced vanilla rolling off of Minho in heavy waves.
The sweetness of it was familiar, something he was used to smelling every three months when his heat came. When he was sloppy and wet and—
Oh. Oh, no.
or: Minho presents late, and Jisung feels left out until he doesn't anymore
“Here, baby. My chest is pretty hot.”
Jisung lets one of Minho’s arms slide underneath him, getting himself all the way into his embrace, face tucked on his neck. He can feel Minho's heart thumping, can feel the heat emanating from his skin.
Minho trails his nose down Jisung's cheek, getting to behind his ear, blowing soft puffs of air there as he takes in his scent. “Have been hooked on this scent for so long.”
“Ah- You have?”
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In which Jisung had a crush on his best friend's older brother, but never hoped anything would come of it, until one day Felix is not home and he ends up finding out about Minho's raging breeding kink and very much catering to it.
Or: they have a breeding kink and then they breed.
Jisung (25) needs an alpha to spend his heat with so Hyunjin suggests that he join an app that finds local alphas in the area. One problem, the app pairs are anonymous and it pairs him with Lee Minho(34) … an alpha he dislikes who happens to be his neighbor. One thing leads to another and he finds himself pregnant after his heat.
Can they put their differences aside and get through this?
Or
Jisung spends his heat with the one alpha he can’t stand… His annoying older neighbor, Minho who accidentally knocks him up. Will they get over their differences?
Minho wouldn’t say his life was perfect, but at least he lived peacefully. He knew it wasn’t the same for every wolf on this Earth.
His pack was perhaps not the largest or most powerful. It was patched, sometimes boring and clearly chaotic. However, Minho knew that there was his place and that nothing could reach him with his pack next to him.
Until Chan spotted traces of foreign wolves on the outskirts of the territory. And Minho meet Jisung. ___
Or when a peaceful pack of wolves found two fugitives on their territory.
After discovering his fiancé cheating on him, Han Jisung has a drunken one night stand with his backup dancer, Lee Minho, putting his career and reputation as an idol at risk.
Or: Minho has been in the friend zone so long he expected to be there till the end of time. When he finally gets out reality fails to meet his expectations.
When single omega Minho goes into heat, he goes to a club to find someone to take home for the night. There, he meets another omega, Jisung, who he can hardly wait to get his mouth on...
There’s no question that jisung is a well built, confident, fully fledged alpha.
So what if he wants to bottom?
It’s getting ridiculous at this point, how Minho only needed one night to attach himself to every one of Jisung’s thoughts like an annoying— yet ridiculously gorgeous— leech.
“It should start next weekend,” Minho says, before fixing Jisung with a stern look. “Don’t be late, Jisung-ah.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, hyung.”
Han Jisung was a prince, but he was a ruined and forgotten one.
Everyone knew how the story went: Jisung’s mother, a flirtatious and provocative Omega garden maid had seduced the Alpha King, leading to one night’s worth of passion and lust. She was ultimately disgraced and ridiculed by the Royal Palace due to her unworthy status, and was sentenced to death for her actions. However, it was soon discovered that she was pregnant with the King’s child. Mortified and humiliated, the King ordered for her to be banished to an abandoned border residence in the Palace, left to fend for herself and her child without the help of servants or workers.
On the other hand, Lee Minho was the Crown Prince and the King’s favourite child. The son of the King and the beloved Empress. The future ruler of the country.
They were worlds apart.
Minho picks up on the first ring. “Jisung-ah?”
“Hyung-ah,” Jisung says, tone stilted. Takes a deep breath, then asks, “Can I come over?”
Minho doesn’t like this one bit. Jisung doesn’t call to ask to come over. He just shows up. Lets himself in because Minho gave him a spare key when he first moved into the place. Told him to use it and make himself at home. And that’s what Jisung did.
Something is wrong.
Minho doesn’t like the way the contents in his stomach roil. He’s having a hard time breathing as he tells Jisung he can come over, and that he doesn’t ever have to ask.
“I need to talk to you,” he tells him. “It’s important.”
It’s the last thing he says before he hangs up.
Jisung is a squirrel hybrid and he thinks he's the only hybrid in Stray Kids. So he hides it from the rest of them, thoroughly exhausting himself in the process. The rest of them are also hybrids, but they all think Jisung is human. Jisung has a lot of trouble keeping a hold on his squirrel instincts, due to him never really being taught how to when he was growing up. Luckily for him though, his members are there to help him and support him - once they all realize that Jisung is, in fact, also a hybrid.
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