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Unmated and with all of his alpha friends settled into relationships, Felix is an omega who spends his heats with alphas chosen on apps. If someone were to ask, though, he'd rather spend them with Lee Minho, his best friend – who has always taken care of him better than anyone, stayed close, and with whom he's always shared an intimacy that blurred every line. The only problem was that he was a beta, since betas couldn't satisfy omegas during their heats.
Unbeknownst to Felix, though, Minho is an alpha hiding behind suppressants, haunted by a past relationship that ended badly, and terrified of his own aggression, enough to reject his secondary gender forever.
Things begin to shift, however, when they fall in love through an accidentally-formed bond, and their connection causes Minho’s suppressants to start to fail.
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He’s about to issue a third warning when Felix lifts his head from where he had tucked it against Jisung’s neck, and he can feel his hot breath follow a wet path along the side of his face, to the shell of his ear. Something wild thrums in Jisung’s blood when he feels petal soft lips brush the skin of his earlobe.
Then, “I like the scent of your sweat, Jisungie.”
The words shoot like a lightning bolt down his spine and hit him right behind the navel. For a dizzying second, his need almost feels violent as it overtakes him. His mouth waters with it, teeth aching, throbbing. He fights to swallow it down, like cutting edges of glass and gravel as it goes down his throat. Jisung had to put some distance between them and fast.
Jisung and Felix have been childhood friends since they were fourteen. Change is a big part of growing up, though, and even as they promised each other an unchanging forever and to always remain friends, some promises are impossible to keep amongst new budding emotions.
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- Part 2 of Family Ties
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07 May 2026
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Another story I read instead of making my dentist appointment 😅
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It starts with the innocent press of Felix’s crotch against his leg in the night, the smooth, endless heat emanating like a flame. Minho doesn’t act in the moment, doesn’t reach out and touch, but all he can focus on is the space between Felix’s legs and his unending curiosity, desperate to take a peak.
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There’s an itch somewhere, on the left side of his ribs that isn’t leaving him, no matter how often he turns and adjusts his pillows. The yellow lamp light feels too bright, hurts his eyes. The scent of the pillows is all wrong, with the leftover traces of the laundry detergent adding an artificial layer Felix doesn’t enjoy. When Minho comes into his room, red mouth smiling and face so dewy, Felix yearns to touch and to be close. And while he usually lies still, tonight his restless fingers grip Minho’s t-shirt before he can pull away. He whispers, “Minho-hyung,” and watches the way specks of light dance in Minho’s dark eyes, the way his long lashes flutter when he blinks and hums in question. Felix licks his lips and feels nervous but calm, with his heart thudding loud but even, clearly aware of something he hasn’t yet grasped himself. All he knows is that it feels right to ask, “Will you sleep in my bed tonight?”
Felix isn't sure if he could point to only one reason why things started changing, only that one day Minho had started looking at him differently. Perhaps it's the scent of his desk neighbour lingering on him. Or maybe his upcoming heat. Or perhaps that change was inevitable.
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Chan didn’t mean to become a werewolf.
He also didn’t mean to end up tangled in the politics of a sanctuary pack buried deep in the mountains of Namwon, with a new body he doesn’t understand and a Head Omega who avoids eye contact and cooks like it’s a defense mechanism.
Felix has spent years keeping the pack together with routines, rotas, and the kind of emotional discipline that looks a lot like distance. He doesn't shift anymore. He doesn't ask for help. And he definitely doesn’t nest for strangers.
But then Chan walks in, all mismatched instincts and stupid warmth, and suddenly Felix is making stew like his life depends on it.
Love was never part of the plan.