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Fastly, too fastly, the gun was pointed at the only love of his life.
And, without any hesitation, he saw his father shot.
His ears were ringing, Seungmin’s screams echoing through the room.
Jeongin couldn’t turn his eyes away from him, from the red liquid flooding on the floor like the life leaving his body little by little.
Tears started to run down his face as he felt someone grab his arm, drawing him away from the other forever.
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•Or when Jeongin joined a gang and found out that his past lover, who he thought died three years ago, was still alive. He realized soon enough that losing the other was easier than living with him.
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"So Seungmin doesn't remember anything?" Jeongin's stomach clenches. "He doesn't remember...us?"
"He didn't recognize me or Chan or Yongbok," Changbin says. "He doesn't seem to remember anyone, except..."
"Except?"
Changbin reaches out and squeezes Jeongin's shoulder. Jeongin lets him, confused.
"He's asking for you."
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“Jisung-ssi,” Minho breathes, voice barely audible over the weight of the world pushing down on him. “I know this sounds crazy, but do you believe in fate?”
Jisung smiles and it’s genuine. “No. But you do.”
Minho snorts and sits back in his chair, surprised at the certainty in which Jisung speaks. “I think you’re pushing your luck.”
“I don’t think it’s luck.”
“So it is fate,” Minho teases, cocking his head. He picks up his notepad and takes his pen out from behind his ear, underlining the word ‘romantic’ with two tight lines.
“No,” Jisung says again, big eyes turning sad. “I think things just happen. Even when they’re not supposed to.”
(OR: Minho and Jisung find each other in every life, even when the universe doesn't want them to. It does everything to stop them and they do everything to keep going.)
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Angular face, strong nose, a little threatening, and platinum fucking blonde hair. Defined brows, gentle eyes, built frame that’s obvious even under layers of clothing. Maybe a few centimeters taller than him, the perfect height for Jisung to be able to hook his chin over his shoulder. He even has lips that look like they would slot against Jisung’s like a puzzle piece, a factor he hadn’t thought to consider before but has now been added to his mental list of ideal-partner qualities.
Jisung isn’t sure what divine intervention placed him right here, right now but it can’t be a coincidence. This god-level beauty was sent to be his savior.
Jisung tries to ward off the creeps who hit on him at the bar by telling them about his fake husband. Lee Minho is prime
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Chan blinked a few times, processing what he had said before the rest of the pack could smell the hurt in his scent, “Jeonginnie, we’re only thinking about you.”
“No! You don’t know what I want and you don't know what I want for my birthday– one in the same, hyung!”
The pack looked around, a little confused, which only served to make Jeongin more frustrated.
Seungmin furrowed his brows, puzzle pieces starting to fit together in his head. He wasn’t sure if he was correct, though, and if he was wrong it could just piss Jeongin off even more.
(aka: Omega Yang Jeongin only wished for one thing for his birthday, the members tried to figure it out.
Queue seungmin, who figured it out.)