Minsung

A thick veil of night hung over Seoul, as if the city itself was holding its breath. In the window of a skyscraper, where the glass reflected the neon lights of the streets, stood Minho. His silhouette was motionless, only his eyes burned as he watched the sleeping Jiso.

The boy lay on the bed, curled up in a ball. His face was like that of a porcelain doll, almost too delicate for this world. Minho couldn't tear his gaze away. He was too beautiful, too pure… too foreign.

"You don't understand," Minho whispered. "You have to be here. You have to be mine."

He moved closer, settling down on the edge of the bed. His fingers brushed against Jiso's cheek—gently, reverently. Jiso flinched and opened his eyes. He saw Minho—and fear flickered in his eyes.

"Please, don't touch me," Jisun whispered, pulling away. "I'm not yours."

Minho froze. The words cut through his heart, but his face remained calm.

"No," he said quietly. "But you will be. The world is too cruel for someone like you. I will be your shield... even if you hate me."

He got up without waiting for an answer and returned to the window. Beyond the glass, the streets continued their own lives – unaware that within this skyscraper, obsession and fear, tenderness and violence, light and shadow were intertwined.

The scents in the room were thick, saturated: the subtle, almost imperceptible aroma of the omega—cold as a winter morning—and the sharp, heavy trail of the alpha—bitter, dominant, filling every corner.

Minho stood by the door, watching Jisun. He sat on the windowsill, hugging his knees. In his thin robe, he looked especially fragile, as if he could be broken with a single word.

"—You're not eating," Minho's voice was quiet, but it held a threat, like the calm before a storm. "—You're not sleeping. It's foolish, Jisung. You know your body isn't yours. It belongs to me."

The omega sharply turned his head. His eyes showed weariness, disgust, anger. But not fear. That's what had captivated Minho from the very beginning: his lack of fear. Even in a cage.

"My body is mine," Jisun snapped. "Doesn't matter who you are. Alpha. Mafia. God. I don't care."

Minho is obsessed with Jisung, but Jisung doesn't love him.