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There’s a knocking, three sharp raps, on the lid of Chan’s coffin. Minho’s sweet, disembodied voice floats into Chan’s awareness.
“Time to wake up, Channie - sunset was two hours ago, darling. You’re missing the dark.”
...Chan will always, no matter the number of years they spend apart, find his home in Minho, again.
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23 Jan 2026
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Only his computer screen illuminates the features on his face, and he watches from his monitor the two people on his screen. Really, it reminded him somewhat of a game of Sims. Like characters waiting to perform actions, and he never quite knows what to expect. Chan observes and flicks some popcorn into his mouth as he does so. Waiting, and analyzing.
Lee Minho had been the pretty boy he had his eyes set on for a while.
(or: Bang Chan spies on Lee Minho.)
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22 Jan 2026
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Chan gets a haircut and then they watch a movie.
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22 Jan 2026
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The three of them eat in silence for a few minutes, too busy savoring the food to talk. Then Chan finally asks, “How was everyone’s day?”
Jaeyoon grunts into his dish, which Chan has come to understand means fine. Minho, however, suddenly looks cagey. It’s a subtle change, but his mouth tightens ever so slightly. “Pretty good,” is all he says. “Yours?”
Chan shrugs. “Not bad. Mostly just spent it preparing for my presentation tomorrow. Did anything interesting happen?”
Minho’s practice takes all kinds of animals, meaning he’s treated everything from horses to birds to lizards. Usually he has at least one or two crazy cases to share, but today he merely says, “Uh, no. Not really.”
Jaeyoon’s head snaps up at that. “That’s not true,” he says. Chan blinks.
“What does that mean?”
“One of hyung’s patients asked him on a date,” Jaeyoon says matter-of-factly.
And that’s . . . huh.
(or: Minho gets asked on a date. It makes things finally click for Chan)
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22 Jan 2026
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“Do you, Alpha Bang Chan, accept Omega Lee Minho as your bonded mate, to honor and cherish?”
The silence stretched. Minho’s heart hammered against his ribs. He dared to look up.
Chan’s eyes weren’t on him. They were locked on his own father, Head Alpha Bang, a man whose face was carved from granite. Chan’s jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked. When he spoke, his voice was low, clear, and utterly cold.
“I refuse.”
The word wasn’t a shout. It was a guillotine blade dropping. The air rushed out of Minho’s lungs. The gasps around him sounded underwater. His father’s outraged roar was a distant noise.
Refuse.
He wasn’t just rejecting a contract He was rejecting Minho. In front of everyone. The humiliation was a white-hot brand, searing through every layer of his composure.
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21 Jan 2026