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Jisung and Minho have been dancing around each other for a while. One shameful erection during a tattoo session becomes the coda.
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I can't say the last words my mind is too dirty right now.
God please forgive me for feeling this way for a religious man.
The desire to reach over, to touch him, hit me like a wave, but I pushed it back down, trying to focus on anything else. My fingers clutched the edge of my seat, and I felt myself swallow hard, sneaking the smallest of glances at him as he drove. Everything about him, his focus, the way he held the wheel, was driving me up the wall.
I would ride him till he can't take it anymore.
Look at him, so clueless.
I wish I could say my thoughts outloud just so he knows how down bad I am for him.
He's so good looking.
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Minho growled again, forcing him to back up further until his back hit the wall, the alpha’s nose ghosting over his shoulder. “You smell like him.” He really, really hated alphas.
Not that Jisung could speak, completely flustered by Minho’s proximity, but before he could even try, he felt his heart race as Minho gripped his chin and tilted his head to the side and leaned in, nosing at his scent gland and groaning when he noticed the lack of scent blocker there. Caramel exploded into the air, tickling their noses with vanilla sugar as it mixed with Minho’s scent, which was much sweeter and happier now.
Jisung whimpered before he finally got his voice to work, stuttering a confused, “M-Minho, what–”
“Shh, Sungie,” the alpha cut him off, dropping his head and letting his forehead rest against Jisung’s shoulder. “Just let me do this.” Jisung shivered at the nickname as Minho pressed their bodies together, pushing him fully against the wall, and started scenting him.
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- Part 1 of I Thought I Could Resist You
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“ Lee fucking Minho?” Jisung blurted, blinking in confusion.
It had to be a dream. Or a fever hallucination from too much instant ramen. But no - standing in front of him, was the Lee Minho. Korea’s heartthrob. Actor of the year. Walking Gucci campaign. The dude who made crying in a drama look sexy.
Minho didn’t even flinch. Just huffed out a breath, eyes darting to the front window.
“Hide me.” His eyes flicked to the door “ now.”
They’re falling in love in a convenience store. That’s the plot.
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There’s an art to wanting what you cannot have.
Minho learned it at sixteen when he swore an oath that promised him purpose but demanded everything else. Ten years of service. Ten years of distance. Ten years of watching and wanting and never, ever reaching.
Jisung learned it at twenty-one when he discovered the truth—that the person who’s been three steps behind him for a decade has been bound by rules that forbid the very thing Jisung has started to crave.
Or: a bodyguard with an oath he can’t break falls for a prince who’s determined to make him break it anyway.