Yep Minsung
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Suddenly the movie turned into the white noise, the scenes blurred into one. Jisung became too aware of the heat radiating from Minho's arm right behind his neck. They spent so many evenings like that so why does it make him feel something? His heart fluttered, blood rushing through his veins, and he nearly gasped when he felt the older moving. He couldn't resist - his leg brushed Minho's thigh.
Jisung looked at the pale face illuminated by the TV glow.
Oh my God. No.
His lips parted before he could stop them.
"Minho...?"
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Bang Chan is exactly Felix's type. He’s unfairly hot - shockingly, deliciously hot - and everyone on campus knows it. Unfortunately for Felix, Chan also seems to have developed some weird, inexplicable vendetta against him. A vendetta that culminates in a ridiculous dare: in punishment for refusing a game of spin the bottle, Felix has to humiliate himself in front of everyone by trying out for the cheer squad.
Felix has no interest in becoming a cheerleader. None. He tells Chan exactly where he can stick it, because there is no way in hell he’s going to do something so ridiculous. Especially not just so someone as smug and infuriating as Chan can laugh at his expense.
…Right?
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Lee Minho has always followed the rules of being a guardian angel since he was a child, protect your assignment without getting attached. But when he's sent down to earth as a means to prevent a terrible event from happening to the human he's been looking after for 20 years, do the rules still apply?
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“Minho, listen to me. Whatever you do, don’t bite him, okay?”
“Bite,” Minho repeats foggily, liking the way the word feels in his mouth, between his teeth.
“I wouldn’t usually be concerned about your control, but with you two…”
“Us two.” He thinks about it. He’s never let himself think of them as an us before. Jisung continues to linger by the door, so close, painfully close. Within claiming distance. Just a scant inch or two of door between them.
“He’s your blind spot,” Chan says matter-of-factly.
“Blind spot?”
There’s a short sigh. “This conversation is going nowhere. I’m coming over, okay? Minho? I’m coming.”
“Minho?” Jisung asks again, and he can feel himself smiling, sunning in the sound of his voice.
“Sung-ah,” Minho says warmly, phone slipping from his hand and thunking softly against the carpeted floor. “Omega.”
Jisung presents late, panics, and hides it from his friends. As the weeks pass, Minho is haunted by a mystery scent that calls to him like nothing ever has before.
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“So did you tell him before you kissed him?” Hyunjin asks.
Minho stabs at his food and does not meet his eye. “The kiss came from both sides. We were drunk.”
“Great. To circle back to the question you’re not answering, at what point did you tell him you’ve been catfishing him? Did you wait until after you guys used tongue, or are you saving the big reveal for when you move in together?”
Minho runs a very cutthroat business in catfishing. When he's paid to catfish the notoriously straight Han Jisung by a bitter ex-girlfriend, he's more than willing to get back at him for her. Until Minho actually gets to know him.