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Minho didn't like change. He was keen on things that sat close to the heart. Like Felix's saltwater and mint scent, or how Hyunjin smelled like coffee and Changbin like vanilla and the mixture made him feel like home was right there, tucked between the both of them. Seungmin's cherry on his favorite sweater, Jisung's peach on his red scarf. Chan’s spicy grapefruit, to which he would nuzzle all night long, and allow himself to just float on the intimacy, the closeness of scenting his pack alpha. He liked familiarity. And Yang Jeongin was just not it. Well, at least not yet. Or: omega Minho is taken aback when a younger alpha joins their pack. He's so used to caring for his younger pack mates, who are primarily betas and omegas – with the exception of their pack leader, Chan. He never takes time for himself. It feels wrong to want Jeongin's care. But he can't help but crave it so badly. Especially not when the younger Alpha seemed so eager to please Minho, anyway.

Fics like treacherous

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