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It's Minho's turn to snap. "What's wrong, guard?"
"Nothing to concern yourself with, sir, my sincerest apologies for the trouble," Changbin says in a single breath, his back rigid. "Han, here, ride outside."
Jisung shakes his head. "I'm sure I can—"
"Han," Changbin says. In alpha voice. He's using his alpha voice on Jisung. God, does that even work on other alphas?
or: Prince Minho knows his two personal guards are together. They’re both alphas. He kind of wants to be in between them.
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“I want to keep you with me,” he whispers. Every part of him aches. He cannot fathom a life without Changbin.
“I’m right here.” Changbin’s smile is fond, still bright despite the hour. “You have me right next to you.”
Hyunjin steps forward, runs his thumb over the crow's feet at the corner of Changbin’s eye. The skin is soft under his fingertip. Changbin, long used to his skin, doesn’t flinch at the icy touch. “Only for a little while longer,” Hyunjin whispers and his voice trembles, a little leaf clinging to a bare tree just before winter flushes in.
“You make it sound like I’ve got one foot in the grave, darling,” Changbin laughs.
or: Hyunjin's been alive for hundreds of years. Changbin's getting older.
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- Part 11 of author’s favourites
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“So what should I do, jagi?” Minho asks. “Leave you all alone here in my bed, helpless for the next week, so you can take care of yourself alone? Just like that?”
Jisung bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. It feels shameful to agree, to take Minho’s room hostage like this… But what other choice does he have? His rut is so close he can feel it writhing under his skin, waiting to take shape. Slowly, he nods his head.
“Now why would I do that,” Minho asks calmly, “when you have me here to help?”
“But—you said it was a bad idea—” Jisung gasps out.
“I say a lot of stupid things,” Minho mutters. "You've never cared much until now."
(OR, Jisung is determined to bend Minho until he breaks, and he is not above begging.)
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- Part 1 of my best friend is the crick in my neck
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28 Jun 2026
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"It's so hot," Jisung complains.
"I should've worn shorts," Minho agrees.
"Yeah." Jisung licks his ice cream. "Don't wear grey sweatpants around me."
Minho looks at him. "Huh?"
Jisung blinks back, the picture of innocence. "Huh?"
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jisung’s got one big thing on his poor little mind.
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"What do you think?" Chris says.
Minho gives a shrug. "I think he'll look the part."
"What part?" Jisung says, and he couldn't lift off the wall if he tried, pinned by the weight of their eyes.
"An assistant," Chris says.
"A target," Minho corrects.
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19 Jun 2026

