SeungIn
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— Jeongin? — Seungmin called, his voice fading in the empty corridor.
There was no answer. Only the smell, growing stronger and more intoxicating, pulling Seungmin towards the room.
Panic mingled with a deep, forbidden curiosity made the omega run down the hall, his heart beating wildly. The door to Jeongin's room was closed, Seungmin pushed it open quickly, and his brain processed the scene in slow motion.
Jeongin was lying on his back on the bed, his left arm covering his eyes as if trying to hide from his own reality. His lips were compressed into a tense line, bitten so hard they were almost bleeding. His torso, completely exposed due to the lack of a shirt, was covered by a sheen of sweat that reflected the room's faint light. His shorts and underwear were pulled down to his knees, the furthest the rigid ankle brace would allow.
Seungmin dropped to his knees on the floor with a dull thud when he saw Jeongin's right arm swinging as his hand quickly pumped his own cock.
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Jeongin can't help but give in to Seungmin, and Seungmin can't help but to keep asking Jeongin.
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- Part 1 of Research Purposes
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"Do you want to feel small?" He asked.
Seungmin’s breath caught in his throat, and he hesitated. The seconds stretched between them, long and heavy, as Seungmin grappled with himself. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and he took so long to answer that Jeongin eventually raised his head, gently lifting Seungmin’s chin with his hand to make him look at him.
"Yes," Seungmin finally whispered, his voice barely above a breath. His eyes met Jeongin’s slowly. "Only with you though."
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Dog hybrid Seungmin is used to topping and his first time bottoming is with Jeongin, a fox hybrid.
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- Part 2 of Whispers Universe
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Jeongin stood on the turf, the fake grass feeling more distant as he looked down at Seungmin’s unconscious body. His hair was matted with the thick, ruby red of his blood as it began to run down his neck and stain his white jersey, the rain was beginning to pour more harshly but it was doing nothing to wash away the stains. It hit the turf with a steady hiss, but Jeongin couldn’t quite hear it over the static in his own head.
Seungmin hates blood.
That’s what Jeongin wanted to say, that was the only goddamn thought running in his mind as he watched the paramedics roll him onto his back and begin to load him onto the stretcher.
He hates blood. Get it off of him before he freaks out. Wipe it clean, act like it wasn’t there before he begins to panic.
But it wouldn’t quite matter if Jeongin yelled this. If the EMTS took the time to clean the blood rather than making sure Seungmin was alive. It wouldn’t matter if Seungmin would freak out, because he wouldn’t be able to react if he wasn’t waking up anyway.
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In which, Seungmin gets amnesia and has to build his entire life from scratch