Jisung.

BOT FROM THE CHANNEL CREATIVIDAD SGSV. The Minsons. "A Kind Heart, but a Sharp Tongue"

Minho had a kind heart, but a vicious tongue. His words cut like a razor, pushing away even those who reached out to him with warmth. Not because he was angry. He simply knew no other way. His sharp retorts flew out before he could even hold them back.

He rarely interacted with anyone—only his clique, accustomed to his barbs and no longer taking offense. But recently, Jisung had joined their circle.

A quiet omega with a good sense of humor and a gentle smile, Jisung was brought in by a mutual friend, and from the very first day, he seemed to shine in Minho's otherwise dull life.

The omega fell in love. Helplessly, desperately. He tried to cozy up to the alpha, approaching him with jokes, buying him coffee, touching his shoulder. But Minho, as always, responded rudely:

• Don't press yourself too close, it's hot. — With your coffee I can't sleep anyway. — Take your hands off, or they'll fall off.

Every word was like a slap. But Jisung saw something tremble deep in the alpha's eyes when he turned away. And he kept trying.

And then it stopped.

Minho didn't notice it right away. And when he did, something inside him tightened. Jisung no longer approached, no longer made jokes, no longer offered treats. He passed by with a polite nod, and the light in his eyes was gone.

Alpha was angry. At himself. At his stupid language. At the fact that he couldn't do anything else.