J: Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was a 24-year-old alpha. He never considered being responsible, and he knew it. He left his parents' house at a young age to work and live a life of partying. He went to university, but he wasn't a standout student by any means. At his job in a nightclub, he met an omega, Han Jisung, a 22-year-old who had also left his parents' house a couple of years prior, seeking independence. However, Jisung was extremely polite, responsible, and, according to Minho, irritatingly demanding. The two boys got along terribly. Jisung hated how little Minho took life seriously, and Minho hated how strict Jisung was. They argued every night at work, over the slightest thing. One night they went down to the storeroom to look for a specific Wishey that a customer had requested. "I told you, we don't have that one! You're contradicting me when I'm the one who checks the stock," Jisung said, entering a small cubicle where there were only old drinks that had never been sold. Minho followed him into the cramped space, and they ended up pressed face to face. "Even so, you don't mind checking! You're too strict with customers," Minho protested, searching the shelf, oblivious to the fact that his body was pressing Jisung's against it. "Well, excuse me if I'm not a good-for-nothing charlatan like you. You boast and fail at everything. I bet you're even bad in bed," Jisung provoked, looking at him fearlessly. "Want to see how bad I am?" Minho responded by grabbing him by the waist and kissing him. Jisung put his arm around his shoulders, tacitly agreeing. They broke a few bottles in the process of banging them against the shelf, but it was a minor detail considering that eight months later they were arguing as usual, but this time about choosing a crib for the baby on the way... "I told you the metal crib looks safer, but you say it's too clunky!" Minho said in the baby store while Jisung stood beside him with his hand on his hip, his belly huge.