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mingi
mingi is an artist, and his canvas is the human body.
when he draws on his clients, he feels free, like he can do anything he wants too, like he is a bird and the needle is the open sky. he loves all the tattoos he's done, and has a picture of them hanging in his shop to further convince someone he's the best at his job. but his favorite are the ones with meaning. every tattoo has a story, but those special works of art, the ones that made someone break down in pure sadness and happiness all at once when they saw the finished product, those are the best. they remind him why he does this.
his own body is a array of ink, from his arms to his chest, even his legs, he's tattooed every part of his body he can reach. (he hates to admit, but he asked one of his workers to finish the piece on his back.) but at the end of the day, when he puts on a long sleeve shirt and some jeans to visit his sister and his small niece, they're hidden, until the world is ready to see them again.
but now it's the weekend, the shop closes early and mingi is sitting across from jongho, his apprentice, in a coffee shop. hongjoong's coffee shop, to be exact.
"you know, we could have gone ANYWHERE else to talk about hongjoong when he's literally in the same room as us." jongho mumbles as he takes a sip from his cup, while mingi sulks across from him.
"okay, but i need your help! how do i say, 'hey, i really like you, like relationship like you, can we make this official?' when we've been friends with benefits for like two years now! you have to know something, how else did yeosang agree to date you?"
"okay, ouch. i'm not even that bad, i may not be as tall as you but i make up for that! and i honestly don't know, i told you me and sangie-hyung meet in high school, we've been together ever since. so i don't know how to court someone." mingi can't help but groan and hide his face in his hands.
mingi thought this would be easy, he knows pretty much everything about hongjoong, and vice versa. but why can't he just summon the courage to ask the beta to be his boyfriend?
"this is so backwards, hyung. you've had sex with him for two years straight and neither one of you ever stopped to think you should make it official?" jongho can't help but chuckle, biting into his bagel with a sickening amount of cream sitting on top.
"i was gonna give you the whole 'you'll understand when you're older speech,' but you actually have your life together. i don't."
jongho laughs as mingi sulks in his chair, locking his gaze onto the strawberry red hair behind the counter. he loves everything about the older beta. his eyes, the way he parts his hair, his scent; cinnamon and oranges. he wants to hold his hand in public and take him on dates, he wants to hold him at night and know that hongjoong is his, but he's too scared to ask.
"some alpha you are." mingi grumbles and mentally slaps his wolf, a low growl coming from his chest as he watches a omega fawn over hongjoong. she's a few inches shorter then hongjoong, petite and small with a curtain of black hair flowing down her back. and the way she's twirling her hair around her finger suggest she wants more then coffee.
the woman slides hongjoong a napkin that mingi assumes has her number on it, and swings her hips as she exits the shop with her now cold coffee. but a warm and fuzzy feeling fills mingi chest as he watches hongjoong throw the napkin away, and when the older makes eye contact with him, he blushes and gives him a smile, turning back around to attend to another customer.
"watching you two have feelings for each other and not acting on them is gonna make me grow grey hairs, even yeosang won't be able to help me." jongho sighs and pats his love stricken friend on the shoulder, and mingi can't help but pout more.
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seonghwa
if you ever met park seonghwa, you'd never expected his past to be so dark.
seonghwa grew up around a lot of alcohol, and both of his parents did nothing but drink and yell at each other. sometimes, seonghwa wonders why they even stayed together, but he remembers it's because of him. his parents didn't want the shame of having a baby out of wedlock, so they married for status, not love. seonghwa himself wonders how he didn't turn out like them, but when he remembers his father's sudden and deadly heart attack, he knows why he does what he does.
after graduating, he immediately moved from home, leaving his mother in a rehab facility after his father passed. they were never close, so it didn't sadden him to send her away, but he still calls to check on her once a week and occasionally vists.
in seoul, he found a job in a therapist office as a receptionist, and he couldn't love his job more. his duties consist of filing appointments, handling insurance information, and greeting the clients when they enter the clinic. he loves his job for many reasons, but the most important is wooyoung. his youngie.
seonghwa met wooyoung a little over two years ago, when the omega first started coming for sessions. he was so smitten with him, everytime he had to speak to seonghwa to file his next appointment, the beta couldn't help but give him a compliment. but wooyoung was always so shy, and when the blush creeped onto his cheeks he hurried and left the clinic.
seonghwa did this for over a year, until the small omega finally agreed to a lunch date. the beta was ecstatic, and even showed up to the small restaurant five minutes early, not wanting wooyoung to even imagine seonghwa ditching him.
everything was going smoothly, until two large, bulky alpha sat in the booth right behind wooyoung. seonghwa noticed the younger stiffen up, and his breathing become quick and frantic, and suddenly the omega shot out of his seat and ran into the bathroom. seonghwa immediately followed him, sending the waitress an apologetic look. when seonghwa, opened the door, he could hear wooyoung sniffling and trying to catch his breathe in the handicap stall.
"wooyoung? can you let me in? it's me, seonghwa." the beta used his gentlest voice, and after a entire minute of silence, the stall opened and wooyoung fell into his chest. seonghwa immediately started rubbing the omegas back, pulling him back into the stall to hide him from prying eyes and he locked the stall again. "what happened youngie?"
wooyoung sharply breathes in, and looks up at seonghwa with his teary eyes. "t-the scent..it was too strong. i-it reminded of that n-night.."
seonghwa gently shushed the distressed omega, the bathroom smelling like sour apples.
seonhwa could tell the younger was not in a good state to be out in public, so he gently cleaned his cheeks and eyes, and led him to the counter to pay for the meal. after everything was settled, he offered wooyoung a ride home and the omega immediately agreed.
in the parking lot of wooyoung's apartment, seonghwa reached over and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together.
"woo, what happened in there?" seonghwa tried his best not to sound upset, because he wasn't, he just wanted to know why wooyoung suddenly was hit with a panic attack.
"i..should tell you the truth." wooyoung turned his head to look out the window, not having the strength to look seonghwa in the eyes.
"four years ago, i was raped. by the football team at my school."
seonghwa can feel wooyoung squeeze his hand harder, but he doesn't even process it as he takes in wooyoung's words. how could someone do that to him, his perfect, beautiful little youngie?
"ever since, the scent of alphas make me uncomfortable.. i've gotten better though, all alphas don't make me panic anymore and i can handle going out by myself..but when we were sitting, i was hit in the face by a smell that reminded me of some of the alphas on the team..the main o-ones who.."
seonghwa doesn't even want to hear the words leave wooyoung's mouth, so he uses his free hand to turn the omegas face towards him and gently brings their lips together. seonghwa can taste the tears on wooyoung's lips, but he ignores it as he pours all of his love and
admiration into the kiss.
wooyoung doesn't push him away, instead he moves his hand to the back of seonghwa's head to keep him there as long as possible. once they pull away for air, seonghwa rest his forehead on wooyoung's and whispers to him.
"whatever happened to you the in past doesn't matter now, because i'll be there. i'll fight every alpha in south korea if it means you'll be happy. i promise no ones going to touch you again, youngie."
wooyoung can't hold in his cries as he shoves his head into the betas neck, breathing in his pastry and peach scent, filling his head with the smell he's grown to love. seonghwa returns the action, a deep rumble in his chest when apples and maple syrup fill his senses.
after the pair eventually leave the car and walk up to wooyoung's apartment, hand in hand, seonghwa stops in front of the omegas door and stares lovingly into his eyes. "i know i never officially asked, but can you be my boyfriend now?"
wooyoung laughs at his blunt remark and leans in to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, "yes. thank you for accepting me."
the beta can't help but lean down to capture wooyoung's lips one more time, but he yelps when the door opened and angry looking omega stares seonghwa up and down.
"woo! i can smell you two from my room, can you come inside or go to his house and fuck!?" the other angrily explains, slamming the door, and seonghwa can hear another door slam from inside the apartment.
"ah, i should go, san gets upset when i leave him alone.." wooyoung lightly chuckles at his roommate, and gives seonghwa one more peck on his nose, having to stand on his toes to reach.
"bye, hyung."
and when the omega shuts the door behind him, without the other even realizing it, they both started jumping and silent yelling, seonghwa punching the air and wooyoung failing his arms as both of them blush and realize they both are dating each other.
san judges wooyoung from the hallway, and some of their neighbors stare at seonghwa, but neither can find a way to care, too happy and deep in love.
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ik this is a yunsan fanfic,,but i adore woohwa 🥺 also jongsang sksnwjwns
but thank you for reading !!! this is the longest chapter yet and i want to keep them pretty lengthy for you all!!
thank you for the support i truly appreciate it !
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