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    Minho knows exactly what it looks like when someone craves attention. He’s not the type to indulge it, never one to be easily provoked, especially when his calm, collected demeanor is his hallmark. But when Jisung, after sitting quietly for a mere ten minutes, decides to reach into his bag, not for notes, mind you, but for a crinkling bag of chips, and proceeds to open it with deliberate slowness before munching away, Minho pauses mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing.

    "Mr. Han," he says evenly, calm even.

    Jisung slowly raises his eyes, one hand still in the chip bag. "Yes, Professor Lee?"

    "Care to enlighten us on what happens when demand increases but supply remains constant?" Minho’s gaze sharpens, though his tone remains smooth. "Or are you too occupied enjoying your feast to contribute to the discussion?"

    "Simple," he says, his voice dripping with something that makes a faint heat creep up the back of Minho’s neck. "Prices go up. Just like my interest in you every time you give me that look."

    Or: Minho is a professor who values structure and control. His shameless student Han Jisung seems determined to make him lose both his composure and his mind.

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    14 Feb 2025

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    -Chan furrowed his brow and leaned closer. “Can I scent?”
    Felix nodded and inched closer to chan, letting his legs fall and rest one on chans thigh.
    Chan leaned over and nuzzled at Felix’s scent gland. A warm feeling washed over Felix and he rolled his head to the side allowing chan easier access.
    Chan lightly growled deep in his chest, barely noticeable, and nuzzled at Felix’s gland harder.
    Felix squeaked out a soft sound and his hands flew up to grab onto chans waist.
    He squeezed lightly as chan nuzzled more and inhaled.
    “D-daddy,” Felix whimpered.-

    (Felix grew up thinking he’d be a beta. His scent slowly starts affecting his brother and his dad, and his dad can’t resist the omega who slowly- if at all, finally presented.)

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    “I have not seen you here before,” Felix continues, abandoning his confession. “Did you just move to the city?”

    A warm laugh penetrates the wall, and Felix reaches out for it, his fingers eager to touch the dark wood. “New?” the priest says. “For you, perhaps.”

    “May I inquire about your name? I must have not caught it during mass.”

    “You may call me Father Chan.”

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    "You're telling me you haven't been trying to get fucked, Jisung? You didn't put on your little doe eyes and douse yourself in syrup like a fucking dessert so you could be devoured?"

    or: Minho learned to love spending Halloween and every other day with his childhood best friend until he moved away and they lost contact. Nine years later, they reunite when Minho's friends drag him out to a Halloween party.

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    Minho was nine years old the first time he took a life. It wasn’t anything big, not to him, just an injured rabbit he found in the forest. He picked it apart bit by bit, studied it. Took it apart until it was nothing but shredded meat and tiny fragile bones in his hands. It was mercy, he told himself as much, the poor thing was suffering, and he had saved it, set it free.

    This? What he’s doing now? This feels like rage. The kind of rage that frees you when you act on it. The kind that feels like a breath of fresh air. Rage that had been building and building for as long as he can remember. Every small life taken quelling it momentarily, but not enough.

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    Minho is a murderous psychopath who's hopelessly obsessed with a sociopathic Jisung.

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    25 Sep 2023