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juhoon has always watched from the shadows.
through window reflections, through mirrored surfaces, through the careful angles of a camera lens, he has studied martin edwards long before martin ever noticed him. he knows what martin needs, what martin wants, and exactly what kind of girl almost destroyed him.
minji was the poison. juhoon made himself the antidote.
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Martin studies him a moment — the shaking hands, the too-fast apologies, the scent still spiking sweet and anxious in the narrow space between them — and something in his chest settles into a strange, deliberate quiet.
"What's your name?" he asks.
A pause. His throat works around the answer before it comes, barely above a whisper.
"J-Juhoon."
"Juhoon." Martin repeats softly. "Why were you hiding?"
"I'm your biggest fan." The pretty omega whispers shakily, eyes shining brightly with the kind of adoration that can't be faked. "I figured this…was my only chance to maybe see you…up close."
low blood /lō bləd/ noun - blood calling to blood.
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Martin and Juhoon are such a loving couple—what could possibly go wrong?
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They gave them three simple rules to follow.
1. Hands always above the waist.
2. Kissing is totally okay, but only in the dorms and keep it PG.
3. Absolutely NO SEX until they’re both eighteen years old.The big problem with the whole thing is that, naturally, both Keonho and Seonghyeon were eager to break every single one of these modest rules.
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Keonho and Seonghyeon are just two teenagers trying to fuck.
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“What the actual–” Seonghyeon was just about to let out a string of curse words at the moment, but was ultimately cut off by the stranger who had perpetrated the wrong doing to him.
-Shit! I’m so sorry!” The stranger could only look at him with utter shock as well, guilt quickly seeping into his expression as he looked around frantically.
The entire cafe had gone completely silent, almost as if the whole cafe had frozen itself in time. It was only the constant whirring of the espresso machine brewing fresh espresso shots that lingered in the room.
Not only was Seonghyeon shocked, but he was also embarrassed.
Humiliation latched itself onto him, his gaze practically glued onto the ever-so-spreading stain of coffee on his scrubs, his favorite scrubs.
The guy directly standing in front of him had gulped when Seonghyeon slowly lifted his gaze to meet his face. His eyes were practically flaming with anger, hands clenched until his knuckles paled.
Seonghyeon was literally ready to throw hands at first glance, but something else in him had twisted in curiosity. His hands slightly unclenched from it’s tight grip, his gaze softening just a bit to study the guy in front of him.