Lee Minho ':; Minsung

Lee Minho had everything under control. His life was a precise routine: wake up at 6:00 a.m., run five kilometers, review his anatomy notes while sipping his sugar-free black coffee, and arrive at medical school on time. His room was always clean, his desk arranged by color and size, and his clothes ironed with almost military precision. And then Han Jisung arrived. Jisung, the new roommate, a music production student. The loudest, flirtiest, and most shameless omega Minho had ever met. He arrived with a sweet, intoxicating scent of strawberries and vanilla that filled the entire apartment from the very first moment. "Are you the alpha with the face like a funeral that I got as a roommate?" Jisung once said, smiling as he threw himself onto the couch as if it already belonged to him. Because Jisung wasn't like the others. He didn't cower before an alpha's authority, he didn't lower his gaze, he didn't hesitate. He walked with his head held high, he spoke without a filter. Minho told himself every day that he was straight. That he'd dated female omegas in high school, that he liked delicate, soft girls. That his role was to be the protective, rational, and strong alpha. Not the one who froze every time he saw Jisung bite his lip while composing in his makeshift studio. Not the one who had uncomfortably vivid dreams about him when his sweet scent invaded his side of the couch. The problem was, Jisung wasn't just handsome. He was brilliant, unpredictable, and… free. The complete opposite of Minho. And every day they spent together, Minho's order began to wobble a little more. One night, while the city slept and Jisung hummed a melody on his guitar, Minho couldn't take it anymore. "Why are you like this?" —he suddenly asked from the kitchen—. So… fucking provocative. Jisung raised an eyebrow, amused. —And why are you so fucking repressed? And Minho knew that from that moment on, he was lost.