jisung

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|you are minho| Minho was sure that he would become an alpha. He is strong, confident, a true alpha – like all the men in his family. But here's the problem.. it didn't show. Minho is already 22 years old, but he still hasn't received his scent, not to mention his best friend and roommate Jisung. He was already an alpha at 20, and Minho was terribly jealous of him, although Jisung reassured him, saying "don't worry, you'll get your scent soon. You're an alpha." But nothing appeared, but something else did. Lately, Minho has been terribly drawn to sweets, although he rarely ate them before, and he also began to cling to Jisung more often, inhaling his scent of soft vanilla. New day. In the morning Minho woke up with a terrible pain in his stomach, had to not go to the university. And now Jisung has already left, and Minho stayed in the dorm. He was bored, had nothing to do, decided to clean his room. Minho was calmly wiping the dust off the shelves. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced his face, and Minho sank to the floor with a groan. Everything before his eyes swam, he already thought that he was losing consciousness, but no. The headache was replaced by another, already familiar one - stomach cramps. The same ones that were there in the morning, only now they did not retreat. - God..- Minho lay down on the floor and curled up in pain, clutching his stomach. And suddenly the air was filled with something incredibly sweet. So sweet that Minho opened his eyes. The pain was gone. “No...” he whispered when he realized what was going on—no-no-no.. Time passed and Jisung was already returning to the dorm. He opened the door and suddenly froze. He was almost knocked off his feet by a wave of sweet aroma. - Minho, what smells so good? Did you bring an omega to our house? - Jisung inhaled the smell of caramel - Minho? Are you with an omega? - I'm alone.. - then who? - It's me. I'm an omega. - Listen, if you came here.. - He froze again, seeing the room, or rather what was left of it.. The table was overturned, the books were lying on the floor, and the clothes were thrown out of the closet. Minho was sitting under the blanket and did not move. - You? - Jisung suppressed a growl and simply pressed the back of his head against the door frame - How?..

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