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    And now there was a cake thanking Jisung for the sex, Chan was pinching the bridge of his nose, and Changbin was clapping furiously, his arm muscles bulging with excitement. And Minho-

    Minho was sitting at the other end of the table, staring at Jisung with a perplexed look, eyebrows furrowed. When they made eye contact, Minho raised his eyebrow. “There’s no way you topped someone,” he told him.

    Immediately, the whole table went silent to gape at him.

    It was Jisung’s turn to furrow his eyebrows then. What did that even mean? Why would Felix lie about something like that? “I’m a top,” he said slowly.

    Minho shook his head. “You’re a bottom,” he said with finality.

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    Or; Jisung is a top. Minho disagrees.

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    "Before you, I never produced any slick. Like, at all. Maybe a tiny bit, but it was always so dry." Jisung's head tilted. "Now that I- now that we have been hanging out so much, I can't stop."

    "Wh- What do you mean, exactly? What does it have to do with me?"

    Minho snorted, "Okay, I'll be more direct, then. I could not produce any slick." Jisung nodded, eyebrows furrowed. "But your scent is so fucking addicting, and every time i'm near you, i produce so much slick, i have to wear multiple layers of protection."

    Silence fell between them.

    Then, the omega watched Jisung's cheeks slowly begin to colour as the realization settled in. "Oh. You.. Like the way I smell?"

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    There were probably ten million Lee Minhos on the planet. But to Jisung, there was only one that really mattered.

    Big teeth. Sharp eyes. Jisung had walked into that practice room and almost ran straight back out, only kept in place by Chan’s firm arms and broad chest.

    Twitching ears. Swaying tail. Yellow eyes that pinned him in place, squeezing a series of embarrassing chirps and squeaks from Jisung’s chest. Chan was a puppy--big teeth, sharp eyes, but if you scratched him behind the ears he’d pant happily and roll over to show his belly. Lee Minho was a real predator. Lee Minho was no pet.

    Lee Minho was a panther. That kind of predator hybrid was almost unheard of, and most certainly that kind of predator hybrid didn’t become a backup dancer for BTS on their world tour. That kind of predator hybrid lived wild, hunted the forest, naked and feral. Apex predator hybrids, like Lee Minho, panther, did not get kept, did not get had. They held themselves, they owned themselves.

     

    Or; how Han Jisung finds himself in possession of an oversized kitty.

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    Jisung was a Beta, right? Then why was he slicking up on Minho's thighs during their scheduled movie night?

     

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    3 times Minho knows something is up with Jisung plus the 1 time he does something about it.

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    The thought of crawling into bed later, cheeks burning with shame, and jerking off to the image of Minho's scowl fills him with dread.

    Suddenly, a warm hand slaps down onto his thigh, and the trembling in his leg halts immediately. Jisung startles, glancing down at the hand—Minho's hand—resting firmly on his leg. Minho doesn't look at him, doesn't even acknowledge the action, his gaze fixed steadily on the road ahead.

    "It's distracting," Minho states flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

    The hand stays where it is, heavy and hot against Jisung's skin, even as they stop at red lights, turn corners, and bump over speed bumps. The touch burns, sending a shiver racing up Jisung's spine.

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