Always By Your Side || MinChan Romance

22.

Twenty Two

Chan couldn't help but reflect on the stark contrast between his past and his present. The relationship he had with Minho felt like a breath of fresh air, overflowing with sweetness and fulfillment that he had never experienced during his marriage to Johan. While he had shared a life with Johan, it was riddled with distance and unfulfilled needs. Even after they exchanged vows, Johan's omega had never truly submitted to him. Sure, he accepted the mark, but it felt more like a formality than a testament of love.

In contrast, Minho had laid himself bare, entrusting Chan with his heart and body in a way that was utterly transformative. The moment Minho submitted to him, something within Chan shifted; it was as if a weight had been lifted, leaving him feeling invigorated and alive. The trust that Minho placed in him was profound, an unspoken promise that resonated deeply within Chan.

With Minho, every kiss, every touch was filled with an intimacy that surpassed mere physical connection. It was as if they were weaving their souls together, creating a bond that felt unbreakable. Chan couldn't ignore the warmth that spread through him when Minho looked at him with those soulful brown eyes, expressing a love that went beyond words. It was a rare gift, one that made Chan grateful for the pain of his past; it had led him to Minho, and for that, he would always be thankful.

As Chan sat in bed, lost in his thoughts, the familiar warmth of Minho's presence enveloped him. Hands began to roam his torso, exploring the contours of his body with a tender curiosity. The touch sent shivers down Chan's spine, pulling him from his reverie.

He turned to see Minho nestled beside him, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "My darling alpha," Minho purred, his voice laced with a sweet, sultry undertone that made Chan's heart race. The sight of him—soft, inviting, and blissfully relaxed—was enough to steal Chan's breath away.

As he met Minho's gaze, Chan noticed the subtle transformation in his eyes. The tinges of blue swirling within his irises signaled that Minho had slipped back into his omega headspace, at least partially. It was a beautiful sight, one that filled Chan with a sense of possessiveness and pride. He had earned this level of trust from Minho, and he wouldn't take it for granted.

"Good morning, Min," Chan said, his voice low and filled with warmth. He leaned closer, brushing a gentle kiss against Minho's forehead. "You're even more stunning this morning."

Minho chuckled softly, a sound that echoed with delight. "I feel good. You make me feel good." His fingers traced patterns across Chan's chest, as if imprinting his affection onto the very fabric of their bond.

"I'm glad to hear that," Chan replied, feeling the heat of Minho's touch seep into him. "I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life."

Minho's eyes sparkled with affection, the blue deepening slightly before fading back to a warm brown. "And I'm lucky to have you, my alpha. I want to be by your side, always."

"My lovely omega," Chan breathed, his fingers gently tracing the sculpted line of Minho's cheek, lingering at the sharp slope of his nose. The tenderness in his touch contrasted with the heat building between them, creating an intoxicating blend of affection and longing. "I need you again," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Minho's breath hitched, a rush of warmth flooding his cheeks as he felt the weight of Chan's gaze. The deep yearning in Chan's eyes sent shivers down his spine, igniting a spark of anticipation within him. "You always know how to make me feel so wanted," he murmured, leaning into Chan's hand, craving more of his touch.

Chan's heart raced at the sight of Minho's reaction. The way his omega responded to him—eager and open—only fueled the desire coursing through his veins. "You deserve to be cherished, Min," Chan replied, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Let me show you just how much."