-omega hyunjin discovers he is seungmin's mate. hyunjin is afraid to let his bestfriend know that they're mates, worried that he might get rejected. bottom hyunjin top seungmin

Minho never expected college to feel like stepping into a new life. He planned on quiet mornings, pink sweaters, sketchbooks filled with half-finished ideas, and a tiny dorm that smelled like laundry detergent and freedom. He didn't plan on him. Professor Hwang Hyunjin wasn't just another instructor on campus. He was a name spoken with respect, a presence that made rooms fall silent, a figure as precise and untouchable as the art he created. Strict. Sharp. Controlled. The kind of man who lived behind rules and expected others to follow them. Minho was supposed to be just one more student in a crowded room. But from the moment their eyes met- from the second Minho saw the way Hyunjin looked at him like he was something worth studying- everything tilted. A student shouldn't look at his professor like that. A professor shouldn't look back. Yet they fall into a game neither of them names: stares held too long, breaths caught too easily, careful steps across a line neither of them should cross. It's messy. It's fragile. And sometimes, it's the one thing that can ruin everything. This is a story about want disguised as curiosity, rules bent under pressure, emotions that grow in the quiet moments, and two people trying-and failing-to pretend they don't feel what they shouldn't.

[seungmin x hyunjin] they were bound by destiny but trapped by circumstance would fate win the battle this time round?

Teaser The city of Aurelia never slept. Not for Alphas ruling the skyline from glass towers. Not for Omegas hiding behind suppressants and fake smiles. And certainly not for Est -the quiet university student who had spent his whole life pretending he was ordinary. Because Omegas like him didn't survive in the open. Especially not when one of the most dangerous Alphas in the country suddenly became obsessed with him. William Veerakul was everything Est hated-rich, untouchable, arrogant. The heir to the Veerakul conglomerate carried dominance like a weapon, and every room bent around him. People feared him. Est should have stayed away. But fate had other plans the night Est's first heat crashed into him in the middle of campus... right in front of William. One scent. One touch. And William's control shattered. "You're mine," William whispered against Est's trembling ear. "And I'll burn this whole city before I let anyone else have you."

The homophobic bully got a little bit tipsy and cheated on his girlfriend? The nerd fucked his bully? This is a top Seungmin FF, fight me. Highest ranking: #1-Seungjin #2-Minsung #1- Changlix #2-kpopsmut #1-changbin #1-topseungmin #1-bottomhyunjin #1-kpopfanfic #2- Straykids #1- Seungmin ✅Revised Tw: Homophobia Smut Violence Side ships: Jeongchan Changlix Minsung Started:07/03/21 Ended: 10/03/21

Hate was the word everyone used when it came to Hyunjin and Seungmin. Seungmin thought Hyunjin was too loud, too dramatic, too annoying. Hyunjin thought Seungmin was too cocky for his own good. Hate was familiar for them. That was the only feeling they felt for each other until it wasn't. There's a saying: there's a thin line between love and hate.

Kim Seungmin has been pushing through a stress fracture for months - rehearsals, performances, fanmeetings - because stopping never felt like an option. Not when his members needed him. Not when his fans were watching. Then on May 19th, the verdict falls. No flying. No stage. No Governors Ball in New York. While his seven brothers prepare to take the stage without him, he stays behind in Seoul, grounded and quietly falling apart. Eun Ji visits the hospital every week. She has a heart condition, a standing appointment with her own mortality, and absolutely zero patience for self-pity. She doesn't recognize him. She doesn't care who he is. And somehow, that's exactly what he needed. Between rooftop conversations that run too long, late night texts that turn into something else entirely, and one very chaotic morning in front of a live screen, Seungmin starts to understand what she figured out a long time ago - that you don't wait to be whole before you start living. He came to the hospital to heal his ankle. He didn't expect to find her.

Tensions always ran hot when their eyes met, but that didn't stop them from sharing an occasional sharp remark with each other. It was a game that kept them both on their toes, a constant push-pull of power. Neither was ever quite sure exactly where they stood with the other, but that was part of the enticement they couldn't resist.

They're not officially dating. Just roommates. But Seungmin finds his socks in Lee Know's drawer... again. And his shampoo in the bathroom. And his tea in the kitchen. They're not dating... but it's starting to feel like they are

"if you think this was personal," he said quietly. "it wasn't." you laughed, soft and bitter. "oh, that's supposed to help? wow. thanks, seungmin. i definitely don't feel insane for thinking you were lying to chris for me." you leaned in, fists bunching his shirt. "you're cold and evil, got it? such an arrogant prick. for a second i wanted to jump over that table and strangle you when i realized you were faking it. but that's what you do, right? pretend to be decent so no one sees what you actually are." he swallowed, eyes flicking to your lips before snapping back up. "get off me." "make me." the silence that followed was dangerous. your breathing roared in your ears as everything hit at once, your thighs tight at his sides, his thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists, his legs pinned beneath you, heat bleeding through the thin fabric between you. shit, this wasn't how you wanted it to go. ₊ ˚. 🕯️ ⊹₊ ⋆ A group of young people. Every heard of them? Probably not. Their name is The Movement... and they sure as hell will switch over your innocent imaginations of life. especially in the middle of war...