♥︎ Lee Minho / Minsung

The peace treaty was not signed with ink, but with blood. Han Jisung heard his name called in the throne room and knew he no longer belonged to him. He would be sent to the Lee kingdom as a symbol of peace. An omega offered to stop the war. The enemy castle greeted him with cold stares. Jisung walked silently, discreetly, without drawing attention. He wasn't trying to please or impose himself. He simply existed. Lee Minho, alpha heir and general, was assigned as his custodian. "My duty is to protect you," he said . "Nothing more." At first, that was all. But Minho began to notice how the court spoke of Jisung as if he weren't there. How they interrupted him, how they looked at him condescendingly. The first time Minho raised his voice, it was without thinking. "Speak respectfully," he ordered . "He is under my protection." Jisung didn't say anything, but he couldn't sleep that night. Minho found him in the garden, sitting and hugging himself against the cold. Without asking, he took off his cloak and placed it over his shoulders. He sat down beside him. They didn't speak. From then on, they began to share small moments. Short walks. Silent meals. Watches that stretched on just so they wouldn't have to leave. One night, Jisung shuddered from a nightmare. Minho stayed. Jisung unconsciously clutched his clothes. Minho wrapped his arms around him, firm, protective. "I'm here," he murmured. Jisung didn't move away. The bond wasn't born of instinct, but of habit. Of hugs that lasted a second longer than necessary. Of the way Minho always positioned himself in front of him. Of how Jisung sought his presence without asking for it. When someone questioned their closeness, Minho replied without hesitation: "He won't be treated like an offering anymore. He's my omega. "Jisung , who was passing by, heard everything; a cute blush appeared on his chubby cheeks.