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Lost in the forest, Minho finds salvation in the form of a pretty omega with round cheeks and a gentle smile. The forest calls it a trap. Minho calls it fate.
Jisung offers him shelter for the night. The cabin is warm. Jisung is sweeter than sin. And Minho quickly realizes the rumors about siren omegas are true—they lure alphas in, fuck them senseless, and drain the life out of them.
Unfortunately, Minho would rather die than stop touching him.
or: lost lumberjack Minho meets a terrifyingly pretty omega in the woods and makes several terrible decisions about it.
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18 Aug 2026
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Jisung shifts, the hem of the hoodie riding up just enough to tease the soft, unblemished skin of his inner thigh. They would look so pretty covered in his marks. Minho's teeth itch with the urge to bite.
"Hi, everyone," Jisung murmurs, his voice a little raspy, filtering through Minho’s headphones and sending a literal shiver down his spine. "Thanks for joining. I... I felt a little lonely tonight."
Minho freezes, his entire body locking up as he stares at the screen. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps. Jisung is sitting there, bathed in his scent, wearing his clothes, broadcasting to the entire fucking internet. The possessive, primal part of him is roaring in triumph, while the rational part of his brain is screaming in panic.
Jisung stretches languidly, rolling his shoulders and making the hoodie slip further down one arm, exposing the smooth line of his collarbone.
Minho’s blood turns to liquid fire. With a trembling hand, he hovers his cursor over the text box. His fingers fly across the keyboard, typing out the username he’s used for weeks since he discovered Jisung's secret; the anonymous shield that lets him devour his friend from afar.
Lino logs in.
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18 Aug 2026
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Jisung’s fingers tightened slightly on the shirt as he literally covered his whole face and breathed the mint in. His lungs filled, slow and deep, like he couldn’t get enough of it. His grip tightened unconsciously, knuckles whitening slightly as he buried his face further into the fabric.
Suddenly, a low, soft vibration in his throat made his eyes blink wide open.
No fucking way.
Had he just purred? Like an animal? Like a fucking cat?
Or Han Jisung has two problems. He still hasn't presented, and he's hopelessly in love with his best friend.
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18 Aug 2026
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"I’ve been treating you like this because you are the only thing that exists in my word, Han Jisung," Minho whispered, his voice cracking with a raw, shattered vulnerability that he had kept hidden behind iron walls for years. "Because I have been completely, irrevocably in love with you since the second you walked into that practice room years ago. Not as a friend. Not as a project. Not as a star to be managed. I love you with every single drop of blood in my body."
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Jisung is a rock star, Minho his best friend.
Jisung is in love with Minho, Minho is in love with Jisung.
Jisung is too scared to admit is love and Minho is waiting for the right moment to confess.
The problem? Many rich bastards want to buy Jisung music , and most importantly his love.
Minho though, won’t really make it slide…Bookmarked by jisungiify
18 Aug 2026
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Jisung had been secretly buying up his own company's lube, all because for the first time in his life, he actually liked someone's scent. The aroma was soothing, drove him absolutely crazy, and finally rid him of his relentless nightmares. But when it turned out that the scent belonged to his asshole boss, Lee Minho, who was already on the verge of tearing the entire office apart to find the mysterious buyer, Jisung realized he was as good as dead.
VELVETCORE:
Be a good omega and tell me who you are.Hqjjk@8:
Sorry, I’m a very bad omega.Bookmarked by jisungiify
17 Aug 2026