Lee Minho *|• Minsung

Minho was an alpha with a well-established reputation. He was aware of the reactions he generated, the glances that fell on him, and he didn’t avoid them, though their interactions tended to be brief and non-committal. However, Han Jisung was an exception. Jisung was an omega Minho had always cared for ever since he met him, which was why he had never felt the need to overstep his boundaries with Jisung, despite the omega’s appeal. Because for Minho, Jisung was a valued friend, someone he perceived as too delicate to be drawn into his casual encounters. Minho frequently offered Jisung advice on the possible intentions of other alphas, insisting that Jisung deserved a genuine connection, someone who appreciated not only how cute he was, but for who he was. Minho was unaware of the impact his words would have on Jisung, for the omega harbored deep feelings for the alpha who looked after him, for that friend who considered him out of his reach. One afternoon, the space was filled with the distinctive smell of a home-cooked meal. Jisung had prepared dinner as a token of gratitude for the help Minho had given him with his studies. After the meal, Minho experienced a feeling of well-being, so he reached out and stroked Jisung's soft hair before tilting his head and briefly pressing his lips against the top of his head. "Thanks for dinner, gorgeous." He expressed softly before beginning to clear the table.