2 Works by RedLanternFox
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“Mine,” Minho hissed at the alpha, crowding his stolen pack in closer together so they were all behind him.
“Mm, okay,” the alpha purred, something delighted glinting in his eyes. “Yeah, they’re yours, you’ll protect them, won’t you? Make them happy, make sure they’re full and well, groomed and scented properly, yeah? Make sure everyone knows they belong to the Bang pack.”
Minho settled, the alpha’s words making him nod, sinking deeper into fluff and fuzz. “Yeah…” He agreed, a small purr starting in his chest. Minho would do that, he’d look after his pack, scent them all so that everyone would know.Someone is looking after Chan’s omegas. All he knows is that they have the prettiest scent every time they douse one of his boys in it, leaving his pack too scent-drunk to tell him who keeps looking out for them. He’s determined to find out though.
Or: Minho is stealing the pretty abused omegas from their rotten alpha and he fully intends to take each and every one of them. He just can’t understand why they keep going back, and why they keep insisting that they’re not abused at all, and why this Chan is their favourite person in the world when he’s clearly neglecting them.
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The moment his fangs broke through the human’s skin, Minho knew he’d made a mistake. He could taste it, like petrol filling his mouth. The blood was noxious, strong and bitter as poison, the common metallic undertones all drowned out by the overwhelmingly rancid taste of illness.
He released the human instantly, shoving backwards.
Oh, he thought, finally realising why this pitiful creature was always alone when his kind were so inclined to the company of their kindred.
You’re dying.Or: Lee Minho despises humans. They’re foul and cruel and he has no use for them past what they offer him as a living food source. Bang Chan isn’t different. He’s just as human as the rest of them, just as despicable. He saved Minho once and was repaid by not being devoured. They’re even. Minho owes him nothing.
He doesn’t know why his mind lingers on thin wrists, or pained eyes, why his voice was so gentle when he knew Minho planned to kill him, why his touch was softer again.
Bang Chan is a fool.
Lee Minho might just be a bigger one.*Written for a MinChanFest prompt! *ON HIATUS*