MERILU_G21
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"People can forget their bags." He responded instantly, almost regretting talking back before the man in front of him opened his mouth.
"Not in my kitchen they can't." He shoved the bag into his chest, the impact reasonably would've scared him more if he wasn't fired up a bit. "What 's your name?"
"Han Jisung."
"Well Han Jisung, if you want to be the guy I want to get to know, you better work for it."
As he left, everyone in the surroundings aware of the exchange, previously holding their breath, either started to disperse or, in Changbin's case, started to whistle. "Good job Jisung. You just earned an arch enemy who knows how to use his knives."(or: Minho is the new chef, Jisung is proned for disaster and ends up creating a one-sided rivalry with the boy, before realising his feelings towards the other were never as simple as he first intended.)
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- Part 1 of a little cheesy but still grate
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Minho doesn’t trust his own judgment at the moment, or his flirting abilities. And he doesn’t want to ruin his chances of appearing like a nice, normal, marriageable hyung if he says something like please let me sniff you until I fall asleep. So he only says “thanks.” Then he remembers to add, “sorry again for disturbing you so late at night.”
“My prime time usually starts after Hyunjin goes to sleep,” Jisung says, already shifting between his feet, signaling the end of their short conversation. “But he always likes to throw in little surprises like now, so— thanks. For taking care of him.”
Minho smiles softly. Forces himself to say, “well, I won’t keep you any longer. Have a good night—” He pauses. Decides to add a petname. “Jisungie.”
The color of his cheeks turning rosy and beautiful. Jisung smiles and nods. “Good night, hyung.”
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or: a case study in taking things slowly.
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It’s there, with Minho hunched over him, his hands moving in such a soft and delicate way; treating Jisung as a fragile artwork when he realizes it.
“Minho,” Jisung called. Minho was laser-focused on the spot he was shaving, so he just hummed to indicate he heard him, “I love you.”
or: Jisung loves many things, one of them being Lee Minho.
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He knew that there was something hidden under the pretense of a dinner in the palace when his mother had called earlier that day, but—frankly—not even Jisung expected to be told that, by April next year, he’s going to be a married man.
(Prince Jisung crosses too many lines and—to save their family’s reputation—his mother arranges for him to marry the Prime Minister’s son, Minho.)
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Minho’s breath was stolen when the boy looked up, his insanely wide, pretty eyes sparkling with embarrassment and worry, igniting something in his chest.
He breathed in deeply, and the faintest scent hit him—sweet like honey. An omega’s scent. But even if he hadn’t smelled him, his soft features, wide eyes, and flawless face were incredibly omega-like.
What surprised him was that he didn’t find his scent overwhelming. Usually, those with honey scents were far too sweet, thick, and sticky. But his was light, just enough to tickle his nose and make him breathe in a little deeper.
Or thirty-seven-year-old alpha Minho meets twenty-four-year-old omega Jisung, who works at the new convenience store across from his company. He learns quickly that Jisung has an eight-year-old son, and that behind his admirable strength, is a deeply painful past.