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“Jeong Yunho prides himself on being a good man. He’s a good son to his parents; calls them every day without fail. A good friend, too. Always there when Wooyoung asks, even if it means going out clubbing when he’s far too tired to appreciate the strobe lights. He’s good at his job. Reliable, polite, the kind of colleague people trust.
Still, when he looks at Mingi’s face, when he studies the pale hollow at his throat as he writes, Yunho’s thoughts refuse the proper shape. He thinks about pressing a fingertip there. He thinks about leaving a mark, a small bruise that would be private and visible only to them both. It’s obscene and intoxicating all at once.
Perhaps Yunho isn’t that good of a man. Because, upon looking at Mingi in that crowded room, when he should be focused on careful note-taking and quick thinking, the only thing he can think about is how much he wants to ruin the younger man, just a little.”
Mingi isn’t into guys. He’s about to get married, and his life is balanced, carefully controlled so he can keep on breathing. But when he meets Yunho, the certainties he’s built to survive begin to crack. Maybe it was never order he craved, but the freedom to come undone.- Language:
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06 May 2026
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"You won," Yunho says, against his forehead.
"I lost five consecutive rounds," Mingi replies, muffled.
"You won me," Yunho says. "Ten years ago. I didn't know it yet, but you did. You had me and I just hadn't admitted it."
The thumbs on his cheeks.
Still there.
"That is the most significant win available," Yunho continues. "By a very large margin. Nothing else is close."
Mingi makes the sound again — the six-emotions-at-once sound, the completely inarticulate one. And his face finds Yunho's shoulder with the specific inevitability of something returning to where it belongs, buried there, muffled, because some things are too warm to look at directly.
"Stop saying things like that," he mumbles into his collar.
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Aka the one where Mingi loses a bet at an arcade date and wins everything else <3
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06 May 2026
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“We know you’re a beta, Mingi,” he admitted finally. “But sometimes you smell like…” He trailed off, glancing at Seonghwa again as if asking for permission to continue.
“Like what?” Mingi pressed, his patience wearing thin.
Seonghwa hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully before meeting Mingi’s eyes.
“Like an alpha,” he said quietly.
Mingi stared at him for a second before letting out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head.
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
Or Mingi has always lived simply as a beta, untouched by the complicated hierarchy of alphas and omegas, until whispers begin to follow him. People react to him as if he carries a scent he should not have, drawing attention he does not understand. But what he does not know is that his childhood friend, Yunho, an alpha, has been quietly marking him with his own scent for years.
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05 May 2026
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“No I mean, what if you make him chocolates yourself?”
“Good joke...” Mingi snorted, shaking his head at the ridiculous thought.
“I’m serious!” Wooyoung exclaimed. “It’s not that hard to do, it’s meaningful and special!”
Mingi decides to make chocolates for his boyfriend Yunho, how hard could it really be?
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04 May 2026
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It turns out Mingi's mouth is indeed preoccupied. However, it's not with a dildo.
Mingi is flexible. Far more than Yunho has ever realized.
The younger boy is in a slouched down, seated position, his body folded in on itself with his ankles criss-cross behind his head, his big hands grabbing the inside of his thighs, sucking his cock.
Sucking his own fucking cock.
Yunho's heart, already in a steady gallop and trying to thump its way out of his flushed torso, lurches. His breath catches so abruptly it feels painful, his chest tightening as if the oxygen has been kicked straight out of him.
“What the…”
The profanity never truly forms.
OR: Yunho gets welcomed home by Mingi playing with himself in a very... precarious position.
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02 May 2026