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Minho bolts for the door. Locked. He pounds his head against the wood before frantically looking for another escape.
"Relax, it's fine. You're safe with me."
"I'm never safe, Jisung!" Minho explodes. "Everything I've done--my whole life, and you just--you don't understand."
Minho watches the prince's face shift from mild shock to pure amusement.
"You finally said my name."
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Just when Minho is starting to find his footing after years of running from his past, his world turns upside down when he's appointed as Prince Han Jisung's personal body guard. Thrust into a castle rotting with secrets and shadows, Minho must help the prince uncover who is pulling the strings--without letting anyone discover his true identity.
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04 Feb 2026
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Seungmin checked his tablet. “Physical proximity increased your sync rate by 0.3%. Keep it up.”
Jisung leaned toward the panel, whispering like they were conspiring against the world.
“…So should I hold his hand longer, or do we upgrade to cuddling?”
Minho froze mid-step, the word cuddling short-circuiting his brain.
“Please don’t.”
Soulmates were supposed to be miracles. Minho filed his under potential felony.
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“Did you eat?”
They're both as familiar with unexpected turns in their schedule as can be, but Minho can't help the pang of guilt in his chest. “Had three protein bars at nine. Don’t think I can eat. Sorry for making you wait.”
“It’s okay, jagi.” Soft and patient. “How about you shower while I eat something quickly and join you in bed?”
Minho doesn’t answer immediately. Puckers his lips and Jisung laughs before pecking the pout. Sends him off with a final caress to his hand before disconnecting them. He’s so gentle with him that sometimes, Minho has to pause, has to stop himself from wondering whatever he must’ve done in a past life to deserve this.
This. Jisung in bed with him, soft under the moonlight, facing him and petting his freshly washed hair. He smells like their toothpaste. His voice is syrupy with love. He asks about his day, and Minho answers briefly, too tired, and not needing to elaborate. Jisung’s touch remedies hours of practice. Seeps warmth into his skin.
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or: Minho learns to lean on Jisung.
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Minho’s hand drops away. The heat it leaves behind crawls under Jisung’s skin, searching for somewhere to go. He steps back, air pulling with him, scent dragging too—cedar receding, darkening. Jisung moves before he can stop himself, a small, helpless step after him, the pull in his chest stronger than reason.
The sound that answers isn’t human.
It rips out of Minho’s chest—deep, guttural, the kind of noise that makes the walls shiver and the air bow. His lips pull back in a snarl, just enough to bare fangs—sharp, feral—a growl built from warning and restraint and the bare edge of something that could kill if it stopped holding itself back.
He’d wanted to see him—wanted the danger, the proof, to know what lived under control—but not like this.
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It was always going to be him.
Jisung just didn’t know how many times his body would try to tell him before he finally listened.- Language:
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03 Dec 2025
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Two clammy hands cradle an empty bottle of heat suppressants like a corpse.
He gives the bottle a meager little shake. Nothing rattles within.
Panic settles in and Jisung jerks to life. He fights with the childproof cap—resorting to using the cuff of his sweater to help since his hands are useless—and stares, in disbelieving agony, into a barren bottle.
The tears come on so quickly that he doesn’t even register a way to stop them before they’re rolling down his cheeks and landing on the label that he’s considered his religion for over 365 days.
Take 2 pills 1x a day. Failure to do so will have immediate effects and could lead to flash heat(s).
Or: Jisung’s suppressants run out on a bus. He starts panicking, until a quiet alpha switches seats and whispers, “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
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