jisung bingo
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A cold, clammy hand that feels nothing like flesh and everything like bone wraps around Jisung’s neck, fingers and thumb overlapping. It gives a harsh shake and Jisung’s eyes snap open uninhibited. What he sees sends a feeling of disturbing relief through his stomach.
“Ch-Changbin?” he whispers, voice rough as he blinks away the tears gathering in his eyes.
Jisung summons something he shouldn't have, and the something hungers for his fear.
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- Part 1 of jisung bingo
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He’d always known he thought it was hot, but he didn’t really understand why. It’s only after he’s experienced it for himself, held the danger in the palm of his hand, understood the force of the bullet flying out of the chamber.
It’s deadly. It’s inherently violent. It’s something Changbin brings with him everywhere.
Jisung wonders absently what it would feel like pressed against his forehead.
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- Part 2 of jisung bingo
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The whole pack can always tell when Jisung’s rut is coming. It’s irregular, easily triggered by other people’s pheromones and his own emotions. In spite of that irregularity, it never sneaks up on them. Mostly because his pre-rut lasts almost twice as long as the rut itself.
His pre-rut tends to be even more of a challenge to deal with than his rut, because of how overwhelmed he gets. While it’s obvious to everyone else, he tends to struggle identifying his own symptoms, as he goes a bit stir-crazy.
Jisung is in denial about starting his pre-rut. His fellow alpha Seungmin helps him settle his racing thoughts and haywire hormones while their omegas are away.
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- Part 3 of jisung bingo
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Jisung’s body is soft and warm as Chan peels back his duvet. The hot sting of need festers inside of Chan’s throat, coming out as a soft curse as he looks at Jisung’s slack mouth, cheek mashed against the back of his hand as he breathes deeply in his sleep.
It takes almost nothing for Chan’s cock to stir in his sweats, eager at the thought of finding a warm, wet hole to fuck, desperate to seek out the give of Jisung’s body, to force a space for himself somewhere slick and hot and tight.
Jisung only stirs when Chan is tugging his cock out from his sweats. He twitches and then groans softly. His body turns, like he’s going to roll over, but Chan reaches to hold him steady by the hip. “Stay put,” he says, quiet but firm. “Hyung wants to use you.”
Coming home to Jisung will always be exactly what Chan needs, even when Jisung doesn't know just how much.
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- Part 4 of jisung bingo