Rosealine
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"No one will bother you if you smell like me."
There. He said it. He'd like to say he didn't mean it as possessively as it sounded, but deep down, he knew it was a lie. He wanted everyone to know. He wanted the entire world to smell him all over Jiseok, down to his skin and leaking from every pore.
In which Jungsu likes to pretend he's a modern, civilized alpha who doesn't go into rut and is scenting Jiseok for the greater good.
He is not repressed.
He is not in denial.
And he most certainly is not going rut crazy every month.
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- Part 1 of Jungji Omegaverse
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09 Sep 2026
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"…and it's such bullshit," Jiseok bit out, hot angry tears flowing freely down his face, "that the only way we ever really get left alone is if there's another one of you marking your goddamn territory all over our homes, our bodies, inside our every waking thought…"
"Jiseok—" Jungsu reached for him, only to stop short when Jiseok jerked away from him.
"It's fucked, Jungsu. And if you can't see that, then you're just as fucked as the rest of them."
There was no such thing as a safe alpha.
Then that alpha came along, and suddenly Jiseok couldn't tell if it was just alpha pheromones screwing with his head, or if he genuinely felt safe enough around Jungsu to start falling in love with him.
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- Part 2 of Jungji Omegaverse
Bookmarked by Rosealine
09 Sep 2026
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“You gonna make me feel good?” Seonghwa asks. Yunho nods. “Words, puppy,” Seonghwa snaps, and Yunho jerks to attention.
“I’m gonna make you feel good,” Yunho pants.
“Promise?” Seonghwa asks.
“I promise,” Yunho whines. “Seonghwa,” he pleads, not sure what he’s asking for, but asking all the same.
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14 Nov 2025
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Yeosang was sixteen.
Too pretty for his own good. Too quiet. Too polite. The kind of beauty that drew unwanted eyes, even when he was dressed in plain clothes and bowed so low his forehead kissed the floor.
He belonged to no one.
And that was dangerous.
San met him in Kyoto.
In the home of a politician who liked to "collect" pretty things. Yeosang had been brought out to serve tea—to smile, bow, and disappear into the background. Like a vase. Like a doll.
San was already wealthy then. Already feared.
And the moment Yeosang stepped into the room—elegant, silent, too composed for someone so young—San didn’t look away.
Not once.
“Who’s that?” San had asked, even though he never asked about servants.
The politician laughed. “That one? Korean. Abandoned in the city years ago. I keep him around for display.”San’s eyes didn’t move. “I’ll take him.”
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23 Jul 2025
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“And when you get sick of having a play thing?"
King Hongjoong’s eyes ignite with a flame that Seonghwa feels dancing across his skin, his lithe but brutish form rising from the throne for the first time that evening. His presence is all consuming, gaze so sharp and teeth even sharper. There’s nowhere to look but him, and Seonghwa clutches his cloak tighter.
“Do not worry, your highness. I shall never be sick of you.”
Bookmarked by Rosealine
08 Mar 2025