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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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