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«Lee Minho x Han Jisung»
i can’t stop with a/b/o dynamics and their fics in general, i need to see someone
Sadly, Minho was wrong. According to Felix, Jisung was here to stay, until he was at a healthy weight at least. They had converted their spare bedroom into a nice bedroom for Jisung, going as far as to pick out sheets, blankets, and nesting materials for his room.
Jisung was weirder than Minho was expecting—a little emo guy who was sensitive and musical. But he was sweet, if not a little overzealous. He was always offering to do something for Minho, tie his shoes, make him food, and do his chores.
It was a little pathetic, but Minho was willing to accept the special treatment as long as it didn't cause him any extra trouble.
But as it turned out, Jisung's "help" caused Minho a lot of extra trouble; he was a little bit terrible at everything.
Minho knows what they're trying to do; bringing him to another club down the road that just opened to ‘take a look around’. He's not falling for it. If someone doesn't come up to him with a suit and a bouquet of flowers asking him out on a romantic date, he's not lifting his ass from the booth they're currently in. And even if that does happen, he'll probably say no – he refuses to walk home with five hundred dollars less to his name.
But, obviously, the universe decides to betray him once again, sending a literal angel to ruin his plans. He's not joking; whoever is in front of him right now is not real.
OR
Minho makes a bet with his friends. Jisung knows how to prove him wrong.
Jisung is a rarity. A male omega in a society where male omegas make up less than one percent of the general population. Born from two alpha parents who loved him until their bitter end, Jisung has always lived a reclusive lonely life. He had been ten when they had died, and no one wanted him. So, he had been on his own since. Living in a cabin his parents built to keep him hidden from those in society who would take advantage of him, Jisung grew to learn everything about nature and survival.
Or
Jisung, a lonely and reclusive omega, finds a hurt wolf as a blizzard begins. He brings him to his cabin to care for his injuries. While being trapped together until the ground thaws, Jisung finds himself wishing that the blizzard would never end. He doesn’t want to lose the alpha, but little does he know, the alpha wants to stay.
Society wasn't as evolved as everyone would like to believe, and Minho was well aware of this fact. He'd lived a life of oppression and escape and cursed anyone who tried to take his freedom away. This omega had sharp fangs and bowed to no-one...
So why in the ever loving hell was he being such a god damn simp. F****ng hormones.
Otherwise known as what happens when sass meets an infinitely soft alpha
“These are the chairs. If yours breaks or you don’t like how stiff it is, feel free to steal Seungmin’s. I promise he won’t mind.”
“You saying that makes me think he will mind.” Jisung joked back. Minho continued making comments here and there trying to impress the omega with his witty humor. They walked into the breakroom where there was a variety of snacks and machinery on the countertops.
“This is our lord and savior the coffee machine, this is also where we gossip about Chan when he isn’t listening” Minho stated right next to Chan as the overworked project manager sipped his coffee, used to the insubordination.
“Glad to see your tour is educational Minho.” Chan huffed as he exited the room. or: Minho is a heartbroken 24-year-old working the same boring desk job every day at SKZ when an omega by the name of Han Jisung joins the team and turns his world upside down. Between his intoxicating smell and unconventional way of helping Minho with his alpha needs, Minho feels his broken heart slowly start to heal.
Jisung was on the other side and he smelt good. Ripe. Ready for him.
“Jisung-ah.” Minho tried for a sweet tone as he rattled the door, but his voice was bitten and raw. Desperate. Desirous. “Jisung-ah, open the door for alpha.”
“I can’t, hyung.” Jisung pressed a palm back to the door, the other one to the centre of his chest that was filled with a hollow ache. “Before your rut hit fully, we agreed I wouldn’t open the door. I’m here though, right here.”
“Jisung,” he tried again. “Come on. I’m so hard, I can take care of you. I can make you forget everything else. No need to be worried, baby. Just let me in.”
Each word caused more slick to leak out of Jisung.
“I can smell you, omega. Smell how badly you need me. Let. Me. In.”
Or, Minho goes into a snap rut and locks Jisung in the bathroom for his safety.
Minho is stuck, looking at the boy, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape. He is sure the boy smells like pudding, he also has brown hair that’s a little curly and a tiny waist that’s accentuated by the pink apron he’s wearing. This boy looks so much like what he can see of Hannie, and he also smells like pudding, just like Lixie said on the streams.
“I—I’m sorry,” the boy says, a hint of fear in his eyes. “Hum, c—can I help you with something?”
Then Minho notices is still holding the boy’s arms. He lets go of it instantly and bows at him.
“Sorry, I—I didn’t mean to do that, I thought you were someone else,” he says quickly.
or, Minho is a little obsessed with a sweet omega camboy and meets someone whose scent is just like his.
In a world doomed by declining birthrates, the Omega Reproduction Project was created. Several generations later they successfully created a secondary gender and housed them in these special factories. After spending a good portion of their lives imprisoned by one of these facilities, Minho, Jisung, and Felix break out. However, freedom comes with a cost. Jisung is immediately labeled as a threat due to being an alpha and struggles to carve out a life for himself in the free world.
or: No one trusts Jisung because he is an alpha from the facility, and is constantly invalidated because of his secondary gender.
Because omegas are so rare and very needed to make sure more alphas and omegas are born in the future, governments around the world put in place several plans to ensure they were safe, went through their first heat unmated and much more.
One division handles omegas in their first heat.
Minho worked for this division, his job being to make sure soon to be omegas had a proper, safe first heat.
Though rare, at times betas experienced a second presentation, later on, becoming alphas or omegas. Most of the times omegas. So imagine Minho's surprise when the soon to be omega that arrived at his doorstep was none other than Han Jisung. Han Jisung. A beta. His best friend. His platonic soulmate.
Who apparently was so in love with some random alpha he was having a second presentation as an omega.
Who apparently choose Minho because they were best friends and he trusted him. All while Minho is actually very secretly in love with him.
Would the gods listen to Minho’s prayers so that he wouldn’t lose his mind for the next seven days or would they side with Jisung who had a plan of his own set in motion?
He shouldn't be bothered by it, honestly, it's not like he's his alpha or anything. Lee Minho sighs, looking around the lecture hall once more for his best friend, Han Jisung. When he confirms for the fifth time in the last hour that the omega is nowhere in sight, he deflates back into his seat and pouts.
~~~~~
Jisung's in heat and Minho helps out, and maybe they get together in the end (spoiler alert: they do.)
“I don’t want to jump to conclusion, but the way your husband behaved made me wonder. Changbin too. He addressed you, and us, by ‘alpha’. He asked your opinion before doing anything. And… did he even leave the house since you moved in here? He had nothing to say about the city, or even about his life in general. I’m sorry, I really don’t want to accuse you of anything, but you must understand that it looks like the kind of behavior we do not allow at the company.”
'He thinks I am abusing my mate' was Jisung first thought. 'Am I abusing my mate?' was the second.
Jisung woke up warm and wet. His first impulse was to curse the summer, but when he came to his senses, he realized he was hard. He barely registered the vanilla smell clouding his senses while making himself cum. Twice.
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Omega Jisung tries a sitting job in Gimpo to get extra money, he couldn't fathom he was going to get the dicking of his lifetime.
Minho’s heart squeezed slightly. He was happy for his pack mates, truly happy, but he couldn’t deny the part of his heart that yearned to be claimed. Whenever he had these thoughts the only person who came to mind was Jisung. Sweet, gentle Jisung, who would surely present as an omega soon. Sometimes Minho allowed himself to entertain the idea that they could make it work as an omega couple, but he always forced himself to dismiss the idea. Jisung deserved to be looked after by a nice alpha, or even a beta. And it wasn’t like Jisung was interested in him anyway. He was content with friendship. Maybe if he tells himself that often enough his stupid heart will listen.
“Hyung,” Changbin said carefully. “I think someone might have slipped something into his drink.”
It was what Minho was thinking too, but hearing the words said out loud was even worse. He didn’t want them to be true. “Fuck,” he said, hugging Jisung closer.
- ..
or: Jisung gets roofied at a party.
It was instant, for Minho. As soon as he saw the smaller boy looking up at him with those big, round eyes, he was a goner. Han Jisung was cute, funny, and he always took care of Minho. He was also an omega.
Well, he wasn’t an omega yet, but everyone said he would be.
Minho knew a week into their friendship that he would do anything for Han Jisung—and if that meant becoming the perfect alpha, then so be it.
Or: Minho has always felt like he should have been born as an omega instead of an alpha, but Jisung loves him just the way he is.
“M-Minho,” he tries again, teeth chattering, voice shaking. His nerve ends are on fire. “W-we should go to bed.”
“Wan’ you,” Minho slurs. He presses a hot hand right against Jisung’s heart. God.
Jisung shakes his head and squeezes his eyes tight. “This isn’t right. You’re not thinking straight. I-it’s your heat.” He cannot pop a boner right now. It’ll totally ruin their friendship.
(Minho is an omega, and Jisung is a mess.)
Jisung nods his head but doesn’t look up at the other man. The word pregnant is ringing loud and shrill in his head. Pregnant? He isn’t. He can’t be. That would make no sense. He and Minho are safe, except for that very first night, but like he’d told Seungmin the chances are one-in-a-million.
But never zero.
Or, Minho and Jisung meet at a club, hook up, and then end up in a situation.
Jisung was a Beta, right? Then why was he slicking up on Minho's thighs during their scheduled movie night?
OR
3 times Minho knows something is up with Jisung plus the 1 time he does something about it.
The thought of crawling into bed later, cheeks burning with shame, and jerking off to the image of Minho's scowl fills him with dread.
Suddenly, a warm hand slaps down onto his thigh, and the trembling in his leg halts immediately. Jisung startles, glancing down at the hand—Minho's hand—resting firmly on his leg. Minho doesn't look at him, doesn't even acknowledge the action, his gaze fixed steadily on the road ahead.
"It's distracting," Minho states flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
The hand stays where it is, heavy and hot against Jisung's skin, even as they stop at red lights, turn corners, and bump over speed bumps. The touch burns, sending a shiver racing up Jisung's spine.
Or: Jisung is a human and Minho is an alpha! And Jisung really wants to be knotted.
Lee Minho isn’t just a model… He is a superstar. Highly sought after, universally adored and as a notoriously single Alpha, the heartthrob of a whole nation.
Unfortunately, this has recently led to him being attacked by a self-proclaimed ‘superfan’ and, much to Minho’s annoyance, his team has reached the conclusion that he should employ a personal security detail going forth.
Enter Han Jisung, his new bodyguard and the goofiest, most foot-in-the-mouth Alpha Minho has ever crossed paths with.
From the moment they meet, Minho is annoyed by Jisung’s mere existence. And he is absolutely determined to stay annoyed. Nothing can change that. Nothing at all. Not even his round eyes, or heart shaped smile, that rich and deep scent of dark chocolate, their shared interest in anime, the way Jisung looks when he falls asleep in Minho’s arms or even an unexpected rut…
(***)
Basically, the story of how closed-off supermodel Lee Minho accidentally falls in love with his goofy bodyguard and learns that that’s okay 🖤
Minho had a lot on his plate already – being the dance leader of Stray Kids, a popular boy group with multiple comebacks a year, while also being desperately in love with his bandmate, Han Jisung, was hard enough.
What Minho truly didn’t need was to be forced to go on a secret mission through alternate universes. Trust him, waking up with cat ears, being kidnapped by a vampire, or having his body dragged under the ocean by a monster might sound like fun if you were to read it in a fanfiction, but it was not pleasant in person. Especially when the target of Minho’s bashful feelings managed to find him in every world he landed in.
Or, Minho is forced to travel to different fanfiction universes, not knowing how to get back.
Minho learned three things that week:
- that he was a demigod with mysterious powers still unbeknownst to him;
- that he was to go on a quest with possibly deadly challenges;
- and that one of his quest mates, Han, who volunteered to go with him, hated him for a very good reason.
Or, Minho shows up at Camp Half-Blood and immediately starts creating problems just by being pretty.
Sungie is arranged to be mated to Minho from the neighboring pack, so Minho’s servant Lino comes to act as Jisung’s bodyguard on his travels.
“Shit, did you see how good Jisung looked today?” Minho says eagerly to Changbin. He strips off his shirt, preparing to hit the showers. “Wow he looked so good I could just—”
Changbin’s eyes widen and he swiftly mimes slicing his throat. Minho shuts up immediately at the scent of Chan’s smoky wood pheromones drifting in the air.
“What was that, Minho?” Chan asks. “You wanna finish that statement?”
Minho twists his body around from where he’s seated on the bench. Chan stares down at him, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his ripped body. Minho may be the star quarterback, but Chan’s the head alpha of their football team, the second in command after their coach.
“I was just telling Changbin that the cheerleaders had good form today,” Minho lies. “Right Changbin?”
“Uh, yeah,” Changbin says. “Minho always makes sure that the cheerleaders are practicing safely.” He coughs into his fist. “If he’s not looking up their skirts first.”
~~~
Virgin football player Minho frequently fantasizes about the prettiest cheerleader omega in the squad. Too bad Jisung's older brother is overprotective of him.
The Chase was considered incredibly old-fashioned. Choosing a prospective mate for courtship by running them down through the woods? It was downright archaic. The university had stopped holding official Chases before Jisung had even been born. But there was something about it that had always gotten Jisung's blood racing. Growing up he'd read about them in his mother's spicier historical romance novels and, when he'd gotten older, had jacked off to Chase porn more times than he could count.
🐥: guys jisungie is presenting he's not a wolf
🐶: i knew he was a real quokka all along pay up binnie hyung
🐷: now wait a minute you dont know that if hes not a wolf what is he
🐥: hes a hybrid
In which Jisung has been keeping a major secret from the rest of the members but he knows he can't keep it for much longer; not when his presentation is coming on - and fast.
“Maybe I can change you for the better,” Jisung says shyly. He’s never flirted back before. It’s a first for him. He wonders if he’s doing it right.
Minho smiles politely at that. “You can’t fix people who don’t want to change. A good boy like you wanting to change a bad boy. That’s as cliche as it comes.”
Good boy. Minho called him a good boy. Jisung wants to melt into a puddle of happy goo.
He’s so dazed with happiness that he doesn’t notice Minho’s hand sliding up his thigh.
~~~
When a good babygirl omega meets the typical bad boy alpha.
Jisung is a beta, or at least that's what he thought.
When Minho collapses during dance practice, the band tries to help him, but he's only asking for one person: his alpha?
“Depends how desperate you want me tomorrow," he laughs. "I think I would be fine, but if I don’t get off now I’ll probably try to knot you as soon as I smell you.”
Oh. That does sound nice, as bad as Jisung feels about leaving him wanting. Minho smirks at him in the mirror. “I saw the way you reacted to that. I’ll let you have me nice and wild tomorrow.”
(Or: Jisung spends his first heat with Minho. Right?)
“Sungie,” Minho murmured, voice hoarse, raw with restraint hanging on by a thread. “You taste—” He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly, but not pulling away. Not this time. Instead, he inhaled deeply, letting the scent consume him, his lips lingering just a little longer against Jisung’s skin. “I don’t know how to stop.”
Jisung let out a breathy sob, his fingers clutching tighter, his voice nothing but a whisper now. “Don’t stop.”
Minho’s resolve crumbled, and for the first time, he didn’t try to put the pieces back together. He let himself sink into the warmth, into the need, into Jisung. And he didn’t stop.
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Minho had always been good at keeping things in order—his space, his thoughts, his control. But then Jisung messed with all three, and now he was stuck trying to convince himself it wasn’t already too late.
Positive.
At first, he didn’t believe it. They had to be wrong. Home pregnancy tests weren’t always accurate—at least, that was what he’d read online.
He was scared.
It wasn’t like he had a boyfriend to call and talk it through with. They barely even knew each other. He was a friend of a friend of a friend, and he wasn’t even sure he knew his last name.
Or the journey of Minho and Jisung’s unexpected pregnancy
What he didn’t expect was to see Jisung curled up on the ground next to a piano bench, his legs tucked under his thighs, fingers twisted into a dark blue-black jacket, Jisung hugging it close to his chest. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face flushed. Strands of dark, unkempt hair stuck to the sides of his face, and his lips were slightly parted when he inhaled, burying his face deeper into the fabric. Minho’s breath caught in his throat when the ironed patch became visible, the three characters making up his name staring mockingly at him.
But… wasn’t Jisung an alpha?
-
The woes of being in love but being unable to say it out loud.
Lee Minho hates Alphas. They are stupid and mean and bullies. Han Jisung has lived with the fact that his best friend hates Alphas. But then he becomes an Alpha. Spending his time hiding his secondary gender as well as the love he holds for Minho takes a toll on a person.
~~~
Jisung was unable to stop himself from leaning forward, getting a fresh waft of the vanilla, and actively stopping it from making his mouth water. He got caught up in it, leaning closer and closer until suddenly his nose brushed the source.
That sobered Minho up, he whimpered before pushing Jisung back to arm's length. His eyes were dilated, the flush now more pink. Jisung watched as Minho narrowed his eyes looking over
Jisungs chest, his arms, his face.
“What did you present as?” he asked, voice sharp and defensive, his fingernails digging into Jisung’s shoulders. Jisung opened his mouth, but no words came out. Chan’s words rung in his head, ‘Minho will accept you, he’s your best friend’. But Minho’s eyes were stronger, right there.
He licked his lips and gulped before pulling his lips into a half-smirk, ‘Alpha’ is what he meant to admit.
“Beta” is what fell from his lips.
Minho stops himself from giving into his urges until he doesn’t, trying to be as subtle as possible as he angles his face just a little higher and breathes in Jisung’s scent. He feels his body relaxing in an instant, his limbs loosening up and his mind clearing until he starts feeling almost sleepy. Maybe, if he was a little more awake, or if this wasn’t Jisung, he’d feel more worried about the way he’s behaving right now, but he doesn’t think about it once. He just finds himself relaxing more and more, feeling safe and comfortable after so long.
or: Because of how omegas are talked about at the university he goes to, Minho lives his life posing as an alpha. He hides his secret almost effortlessly, but things change when he meets Jisung.
Minho pulled out his phone, scrolling to his DMs with Jisung. They hadn’t spoken in months - not since Jisung’s plane had landed overseas and he’d sent everyone a ‘I’m safe’ message. How the fuck was he supposed to explain this to Jisung now?
"Hey, remember me? That guy you were dating casually back in Korea? Well, funny story - even though we took precautions, I ended up getting pregnant in that last heat/rut cycle we had before you left. So it looks like we’re going to be parents now."
Except Minho never sent that message and now, years later, Jisung is back and ready to reconnect.
Several years ago, they dated. Then, life happened and they broke up. Jisung left and Minho stayed. But now Jisung is back and wants to reconnect. Except now, Minho has a daughter which changes everything.
"I wanted you to come ask if I'd seen them," he shrugs.
Then he pulls the sweater from Minho's neck and wraps it around his body. Minho chuckles but he stops once Jisung gives him a stare that conveys his annoyance. "You never did. For three months."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think the hottest person I'd ever met would be stealing my gym pamphlets," Minho says, shifting closer so he's pressed up against Jisung's side and Jisung is sighing.
Or: Minho has a crush on his omega neighbor. What he doesn't know is said neighbor's name and whether or not that pup he saw him with in the park is his. (Minho wants him either way.)
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