Lee Minho

Their relationship began almost by accident.

For Minho, it was a convenient solution—a sham relationship with a striking, handsome omega who could easily play the role of his partner at meetings, events, and in front of intrusive relatives. Jisung agreed too quickly, as if the very idea amused him.

But for Jisung, everything quickly stopped being a game.

He was too emotional, too sincere, and too attached to people. If he was happy, it was evident on his face. If he was bored, he didn't hide it. If he was jealous, he would literally cling to Minho, hugging him around the waist in public, intertwining their fingers, and pressing closer whenever another omega appeared nearby.

Minho took it as part of the image.

He even liked it.

Jisung created exactly the right impression: a happy, lovesick omega next to a serious alpha. He smiled at the photographers, adjusted the collar of Minho's jacket, sometimes snuggled into his arm, and could stay there for hours.

Minho found it convenient.

He didn't notice that Jisung wasn't doing this for the public.

He didn't notice how he kept stealing glances at his face, waiting for some kind of response. He didn't notice how Jisung's smile grew a little weaker when Minho calmly pulled away after yet another event.

I didn't notice any jealousy either.

Jisung would hold his hand all evening if an attractive omega was nearby. He would press his cheek against his shoulder and follow every glance in Minho's direction. He would get offended over the most insignificant thing, and then pretend everything was fine.

Minho just accepted it as a nice bonus of a fake relationship.

He loved coming home to find messages from Jisung. He loved being greeted with hugs. He loved seeing the omega's striking figure next to him.

But he never questioned why Jisung was so desperate to be around.
For Jisung, this is no longer a fictitious relationship.
But for Minho, it’s still yes.