6 Works by aboutmnchn
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Syncopation - a deviation from the expected rhythm that creates something more dynamic and beautiful. It is the surprise beat that disrupts the monotony of one'slife and turns a simple melody into a complex, moving masterpiece.
"You're really holding it down here all on your own, huh?" Chan asked. It was just a soft observation, but it hit a nerve in Minho.
"I have to," Minho said, his voice a bit more brittle than he intended. "My ex... he didn't exactly plan for this. He didn't want a family. He found someone else who felt the same way. We were together for 3 years, but he never wanted to mark me, so..."
Heat rushed to Minho’s face. "I—I’m sorry, I don't know why I just told you all of that. That’s incredibly uncomfortable, I’m sorry."
"Minho, hey," Chan said, stepping forward. "You don't have to apologize. I’m not uncomfortable. I asked because I cared, not because I wanted a polite 'I'm fine.'"
Minho stopped moving. "I’m just... not used to people asking."
"Well, get used to it," Chan said with a gentle half-smile. "Like I told you, you've got my number. And you know I’m only a few feet away. You don't have to carry the heavy stuff alone anymore."
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Having gone through thick and thin together for years, both of them knew how hard they had worked to get where they were now, so Minho would always be proud of Chan’s achievements. That was a given. But the reality was: Chan receiving bigger projects also meant more texts left on read, more calls answered with a distracted “Hello,” and more date nights that ended with Chan passed out next to him.
And this situation had been ongoing for almost a month already.
He knew he had to do something.
So tonight, he was taking matters into his own hands.
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In an age where kingdoms rose not only from stone and soil, but from the very ideals their people bled for, two nations stood—neither lesser than the other, yet neither content to be merely equal.
To the east stood Moran, a realm kissed by dawnlight and sculpted in quiet grace.
To the west, Australis stood proud amidst jagged cliffs and volcanic heights, its very foundations born from flame and fury.
Where Moran flowed, Australis withstood. Where Moran softened, Australis sharpened.
The two kingdoms stand not as partners, but as rivals—entwined not in peace, but in blood.
Thier fate, lies in the hands of two princes whose love is hidden beneath boughs and branches.
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Epiphany - a sudden realization that brings clarity to something previously unclear. It’s a moment when everything clicks, revealing a deeper understanding of life, love, or oneself, often accompanied by hope and a vision of what could be.
Minho’s mind felt like it was short-circuiting, unable to reconcile the image before him with the reality he knew.
Chan propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze softening as he took in Minho’s panicked expression. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said gently, his voice steady and soothing. He reached out as if to touch Minho’s shoulder, but Minho flinched away, clutching the backscratcher like a lifeline.“Don’t come any closer!” Minho snapped, his voice trembling. “What the hell is going on? Where am I? And why the hell do I look like this?!”
Chan’s brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before realization dawned on his face. His lips parted as if to speak, but he hesitated, his gaze flickering to Minho’s swollen belly.
“You’re in the future.”
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Minho’s POV
“Do you like it?” I asked. The insecure question that came out of my mouth was something I couldn't control.
Chan's eyes roamed over me. “Do I like it? Fucking hell, Minho..."
(or; Minho tries to give his mate an anniversary present he'll never forget.)
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“Strawberries, Channie,” Minho said, more firmly this time. “Baby Bunny wants strawberries.”
Chan nodded slowly, still not entirely understanding the urgency.
“Do we have any downstairs?” Chan asked.
Minho shook his head, frowning. The omega pouted, and when he put one hand over his stomach, Chan's heart leaped.
“Your pup wants strawberries, Channie. Please.” Minho’s other arm also curled around his stomach and said, “Go and get some?”
‘Him using his cuteness and our baby against me is so not fair,’ Chan thought.
(or; Chan realizes that he'd do anything for his pregnant mate.)