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“Why me?”
“Cause they agreed only if it’s you writing it,” Chan sighs, looking tired, “Minho requested you.”
“Requested me?” Jisung screams in a high-pitched voice, “What am I? Some kind of prostitute? A courtesan? A jester? A dancing monkey? A-”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it. But, listen, maybe he likes your writing.”
Jisung burst into an incredulous laugh, “No. No, he must be some kind of sadist,” he says as he starts walking up and down the newspaper room mumbling, “He must want to humiliate me after what I said-”
“What did you say?”
“-For him, I’m like a rat trapped between his claws!”
or When Jisung finds himself writing an article about the University baseball team, he thinks the hardest challenge will be learning what a homerun is; things get complicated when the baseball team captain seems strangely interested in him. What follows are peculiar phone calls to the university radio station, exclusive interviews, and a smitten Lee Minho.
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01 Mar 2026
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Han Jisung has Crown Prince Minho’s life in his hands. He serves as his tastetester, disguised as an eunuch in the palace servants to try and expose the spy who keeps poisoning the prince’s food. Using his knowledge as a physician the omega tries to keep a low profile but Minho seems fixated on him, it won’t be long before he finds out Jisung’s secrets.
Written for Slickfest Round 2 for the prompt MS538
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27 Feb 2026
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Jisung was never allowed to be alone with alphas. Chan was terrified that they might pounce on him and mate him on the spot. A highly unlikely scenario but the rule stood either way. The only exceptions to this rule were his brothers—obviously—and his personal guard Lee Minho.
Minho was by Jisung’s side always. Everyday, all day, in all locations—except Jisung's bedroom. He’d been appointed a few months after Jisung’s presentation and in the eight years that Jisung had known the alpha he’d managed to learn a grand total of three things about him.
Minho liked cats.
Minho liked pudding.
And Minho hated Jisung.
Or:: Omega Prince Jisung is forced into a safehouse with his personal guard Alpha Minho. Weeks of confinement in a cottage in the middle of nowhere, just the two of them…
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27 Feb 2026
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He wants to see those dark, feline eyes narrowed in pursuit. He wants to know that for once, he isn't just "Chan’s little brother" or the "annoying kid who needs help with his homework."
But wanting Lee Minho was a death sentence for his pride.
When Jisung had presented as an Omega four years ago, he’d been so sure things would change. He’d waited for Minho’s scent to sharpen when they were in the same room; he’d waited for a lingering look, a protective tilt of the head, a shift in the gravity between them.
He’d steal Minho’s hoodies when they accidentally got left behind in Chan’s apartment, saturating them with his own developing scent, hoping that when he handed them back, Minho’s pupils would blow wide. He’d lingered in doorways, laughed a little too loud at Minho’s dry jokes, and waited, desperate, for the shift. For the moment where Minho’s eyes would darken with something other than exasperated affection.
It never happened.
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27 Feb 2026
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He blinked a few times, watching the man on the ice, unable to turn away even if he wanted to. And he kind of didn’t, honestly.
The man spun for a bit before stopping suddenly and skating around, keeping his arms in the air and his legs steady. The expression on his face was neutral, save for the occasional furrow of his brow or the bite of his lip.
Suddenly, he jumped into the air and spun for what felt like ten minutes. Jisung’s eyes widened as he watched, and the man landed for a second but then he stumbled and fell right on his butt. Jisung rushed onto the ice without even realizing it, skating over to the man as fast as he could.
He stopped in front of him and held a hand out, watching as he panted and slowly looked up at him. He didn’t take Jisung’s hand as he stood, but he didn’t skate away– just watched Jisung’s hand retreat back to his side awkwardly as he took one of his earbuds out, “Um,” Jisung cleared his throat, “Are you okay? That looked like it hurt.”
(Or, Jisung is a new hockey player in town and meets Minho, who is a figure skater.)
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26 Feb 2026