Linohanji
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Jisung loves Minho loose screw and all, because all his bolts are not screwed in tight enough either.
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Changbin devises a plan for Minsung to FINALLY sail, except it already did a year ago, Minho craves psycho Jisung every other business day.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. -
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Mostly the stuff of fairytales, people described imprinting as this life altering event. A sudden, cosmic shift. A heartbeat that stretched into eternity, a tether snapping in place.
For Minho there was no earth shattering revelation like in his mother’s bedtime stories. It was a slow, inevitable pull. Not fireworks, but the quiet certainty of gravity. An understanding, as if something inside him had always known Jisung completed him. That he had finally found what had been missing, even if he didn’t know he was looking for it.
“I imprinted on you in my dream.” Jisung smiled, sleepy, unbothered & completely endearing, as he ran his thumb along the back of Minho's hand. A tender caress from a tired idol. “I don’t make the rules.”
“Was it everything they say it is?”
“Not really. I just went ‘hyung, I think you’re my soulmate. For real, for real.’ You went ‘Eung’.” Minho could have sworn the alpha was purring. “That was it. Dream me is imprinted on dream you.’”
“Well, congratulations to the new couple.”Or
After imprinting on Minho in a dream, Jisung thinks perhaps our dreams tell us what our hearts are afraid to admit
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“I made a mistake,” Jisung whispered. “A stupid, selfish one. But I’ll do anything to fix it. I swear, Minho. I’ll change. I don’t care about my image anymore, or the performance, or whatever I thought this had to be. I just—” He swallowed hard. His voice cracked open like a confession.
“I just want you.”
Minho stared at him, chest rising and falling, the ache clawing its way back up into his throat, and then he shoved him. Not violently, but firm and final.
“You want me?” Minho hissed. “Then shape the fuck up.”
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or, a loose interpretation of grease, but with jisung and minho instead of sandy and danny