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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.
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