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The gala gleamed with artificial perfection. Gold light cascading from chandeliers, turning laughter into music and strangers into allies for the evening. Silk brushed marble floors, champagne flowing — sparkling endlessly — and every smile upturned theatrically. Strings hummed softly from a live quarter tucked into the corner of the room, their music blending with polite laughter and the clink of champagne glasses. Wealth and influence gathered here under the guise of charity.
Mingi stepped in beside Soobin, posture elegant and expression calm. The perfect picture of a devout omega spouse attending yet another philanthropic event to support their alpha. Only the sharpness beneath his composure betrayed him. Mingi appeared, inch by inch, the picture of refinement. His suit fit flawlessly, dark fabric offset by the vivid sweep of blueberry-colored hair, styled carefully framing from his face. He smiled polite at passing guests, posture relaxed, movements fluid — an omega accustomed to elite spaces.
His eyes betrayed his purpose.
Mingi found himself cataloguing every exit, every security placement, the fluid movement of the security rotation, softly speaking into the mics of their cuff links. Standing next to him, with an armed wrapped around the omega's lithe waist, meticulously fulfilling his role as an alpha partner, stood his work partner, Soobin — adjusting his cuff links, sea-breeze scent faint and controlled, touched slightly with the sharp scent of cloves.
"Relax your shoulders," Soobin murmured without moving his lips. "You look like you are casing the place."
"I am casing the place."
"Yes, but tonight you're supposed to look impressed by expensive flowers."
Mingi exhaled slowly, relaxing his shoulders and releasing the tight reign he maintained on his clementine scent. His natural orange scent lingered sweetly in the air… practiced, pleasant, and harmless. Years of training held it steady. They moved deeper into the crowd, exchanging nods and polite smiles. Serves drifted past carrying champagne flutes; donors clustered around in carefully curated circles.
Soobin leaned in closer, his sea-breeze scent calm and steady beside him, "Target should be here already."
"I see him," Mingi murmured, lips moving through a demure smile. "Three o'clock."
Soobin's eyes follow his indication casually.
Kim Seojun stood near the center of the room, surrounded by donors, charisma effortless, gestures precise. Impeccably dressed, charming smile perfectly measure, the beta man appeared as a public philanthropist tonight instead of the executive responsible for a surveillance systems powerful enough to destabilize governments.
And bring down everything we have ever worked for, Mingi thought dryly is he idly sipped on a glass of champagne passed his way from steady rounds of the waiters.
Mingi studied him carefully, eyes hidden behind a colored fringe trained on Seojun as he dazzled a eager admirer. Kim Seojun stood confident yet his eyes kept darting around the room. Guarded despite appearances.
Mingi and Soobin approached gradually, carefully merging into conversations along the way until proximity felt natural rather than intentional.
Mingi focused entirely on Seojun —
— until movement beside the man shifted his attention.
And Mingi's world suddenly tilted. An herbal sage and bergamot scent threaded through the air, deepened by warm tones of oak. Familiar.
Impossible…
Mingi slowly lifted his gaze, eyes tracking from the floor up.
There, one arm wrapped comfortably around another omega's waist, stood Yunho…
His husband.
Perfectly composed in a tailored suit, expression charming and sharp — the exact face he wore when he thought no one was truly noticing him.
Except Mingi did see him.
Holding someone else.
The omega standing beside Yunho leaned naturally into him, milk-bread sweetness softened by apricot gently through the air. Their closeness looked practiced, intimate. Convincing. Mingi's sweet orange scent faltered; sweetness curdled at the edges, turning faintly sour. Something inside of him twisted sharply. Soobin immediately stiffened beside him.
"Easy," the tall alpha muttered under his breath, "Your scent just spiked."
Mingi barely heard him. His heartbeat roaring in his ears.
He's here. He's working.
Worse.
He looked good.
The realization didn't unfold gently in his chest; it snapped tightly, like a live wire pulled too far. His heart jerked once, hard, then began hammering in a frantic rhythm against his sternum. Each beat landed louder than the last, echoing in his ears. The air thinned. The room didn’t change, but it felt farther away, as though he were viewing it through narrowing glass.
Oh.
Mingi inhaled slowly. And failed at controlling himself.
Because Yunho laughed at something Seojun said, head dipping slightly towards the omega at his side; a private gesture Mingi knew all too well. Mingi moved forward before logic could catch up to him; Soobin sighing quietly and followed, slipping seamless into character.
"Kim Seojun-ssi," Soobin greeted warmly, extending a hand. "A pleasure to finally meet you."
Kim Seojun turned with practiced charm. "It seems you know my name, and I do not have the pleasure to be of your acquaintance."
"Soobin, from Tubatu Inc," the alpha replied smoothly, his steady sea breeze scent the only thing tethering Mingi to the mission, his rational blurring at the sight of his alpha's arm wrapped around omega, "And this is my wife."
Mingi inclined his head gracefully out of habit at the cue.
Yunho's attention shifted lazily towards the newcomers …
And froze.
Recognition struck the alpha like lightning. Sudden, blinding, and impossibly loud in the silence of his own mind. Blue hair. Different styling, different clothing. But unmistakable.
His omega.
Standing beside another alpha.
It wasn’t a gradual understanding. It was impact. A single, searing bolt that split thought from instinct and left both raw. His spine went rigid. Breath stalled in his lungs as if the air itself had turned against him. His pulse slammed once — hard enough to hurt — then thundered forward, each beat echoing the same undeniable conclusion. His sage scent spiked, sharp and disbelieving before discipline crushed it back under control.
Mingi.
Here… calling himself someone else's spouse.
The shock never fully reaching his face, yet his posture tightened indiscernibly. Wooyoung glanced up at him, confused by the sudden change in Yunho's being.
Seojun smiled politely as the newcomers, "Wonderful to meet you both."
Mingi's eyes met Yunho's, only briefly, expression perfectly pleasant. No recognition, no familiarity.
Just strangers.
Perfect strangers almost.
The air thickened anyway.
"Always nice to meet supporters of good causes." Yunho recovered first, smile sharpening at the edges; his tone sharp in a way only Mingi appeared to hear.
Mingi returned it smoothly, "We try to stay informed about… influential figures."
The sour edge of his scent deepened, a sharp twist of sour citrus weaving through the space around them. Soobin's fingers brushed Mingi's back in warning.
Wooyoung shifted, sensing tension he couldn't exactly put his finger over. "Have you attended one of these galas before?"
"Not recently. We do occasionally," Mingi replied lightly. Soobin's hand rested lightly at his back, guiding him subtly closer. An intimate gesture executed with ease.
Jealousy struck Yunho fast and instinctively. Yunho hated how convincing they looked, hated how naturally Mingi leaned into the role, hated that another alpha's cent lingered near his omega. His jaw tightened, muscle clenching visibly as he struggled maintain his control on his scent and his inner alpha. Wooyoung shifted next to him, sensing the sudden tension radiating from Yunho's body.
Seojun spoke on, oblivious. Once more Mingi looked at Yunho, only briefly, polite and distant before deliberately looking away. Yunho understood instantly.
Mingi already knew.
The realization took his breath away, stealing the air from his lungs before he could brace for it. His chest tightened sharply, as if the truth had struck him square in the sternum. His mind reeled, thoughts scattering and colliding in frantic disarray. He tried to steady them, to slow the rush, but the understanding had already rooted itself — clear, cold, undeniable.
For a moment, all Yunho could do was stand there, caught between disbelief and the crushing weight of what he now knew.
Mingi avoided looking at Yunho's arm around Wooyoung… and failed again.
His chest tightened.
The closeness looked effortless, and worse, believable. Seojun continue speaking about donation initiatives, unaware of the silent battle unfolding around him. Mingi tried to nod at appropriate moments, but his scent betrayed him now. Citrus turning faintly tart underneath forced composure.
Yunho noticed immediately. Always sensitive to that shift. His grip on Wooyoung loosened unconsciously. The short omega blinked up at him, confusion evident in his partner sudden change of mood.
Soobin noticed that, too. Confusion and hesitation evident across both partner's faces.
"Crowded tonight. Hard to keep track of familiar faces."
"Some people live surprisingly busy lives," Mingi's lips curved up politely, although his reply was biting at Yunho's smooth, even tone.
Yunho's sage scent flickered as their eyes met again. A thousand words passed unsaid between them. Memories began to resurface in Yunho's head; the shadowy figure with deep blue hair two nights ago — movements precise, fearless, and infuriatingly familiar.
All the late nights. The unexplained absences. The perfectly timed excuses that had always arrived just polished enough to avoid suspicion.
He’d offered them smoothly, confidently; sometimes even preemptively. Work ran late. A last-minute obligation. A call he had to take. And his husband had accepted each one with little more than a nod, no probing questions, no lingering looks of doubt.
At the time, Yunho had been grateful for that trust. Grateful for the quiet ease of it. For a partner who didn’t pry, didn’t press, didn’t force him to scramble for better lies. The lack of scrutiny had felt like mercy.
Now it felt like exposure.
Yunho’s earlier gratitude curdled into something far less comfortable. That unquestioning trust he’d relied on was no longer a shield. It was a mirror. And it was coming back to snap at his heels, sharp and relentless, refusing to let him outrun the implications. His husband had been working, just as him. Dangerously. An equal to him.
The realization hit with staggering weight. Yunho watched Mingi speak — truly watching him — and saw things he'd missed for years. The calculated pauses. A situational awareness hidden behind soft manners. Weight balanced for movement, not elegance. His omega wasn't fragile.
He was lethal.
And Yunho had never known, had never allowed himself to see. A strange pride bloomed beneath his shock, the contrast dizzying him with whiplash.
He survived… no, thrived this world without Yunho knowing. The thought both terrified and impressed the sage-scented alpha. Their scents brushed subtly for a moment, sage grounding against sharpened citrus; a private conversation beneath polite dialogue.
Yunho wanted to ask a thousand questions. He wanted to pull his omega away immediately, scent at his skin, wash away the foreign alpha scent and replace it with his own, lave at his branded scent glands — the ones holding his bite — and rush the omega into a dark and private space to drink at the sweet, harmonious moans he knew Mingi would make. Maybe his small omega cock would leak uncontrollably, as it usually did when Yunho anchored his focus on his omegas sweet, delectable, and captivating presence.
Instead, he stood perfectly still. Scent finally leveled out to it's usual tone under his precise control.
Because they were both spies.
And this was still a mission.
The conversation staggered around then, straining under the invisible tension created by the wordless confrontation.
Mingi could no longer maintain his composure.
"I apologize", the omega said softly, touching his temple. "I think I need a moment of fresh air."
His voice was steady; his scent was not. Mingi turned quickly, leaving before emotion betrayed him any further.
Yunho watched him go, watching the rigid lines of his shoulder. Watching the hurt, he now understood, he had caused without ever meaning to. The realization settled into him fully; his omega had lived a double life beside him. Had fought dangerous battles, faced enemies alone.
And Yunho — a trained observer, elite operative — had never seen it. Not because Mingi hid poorly.
But because Yunho had never imagined needing to look.
"I'll be back" he said quietly, removing his arm from around Wooyoung.
Wooyoung caught his sleeve, "Wait! We're still —"
"Cover," Yunho murmured, already moving.
Soobin stared after them, baffled. Wooyoung look out, equally as confused. A heavy pause settled over the remaining group. Kim Seojun took a slow sip of champagne, watching the retreating figures with open amusement.
"Well," Seojun said, chuckling lightly as be glanced between Soobin and Wooyoung, "that was awkward."
The music faded the farther Mingi ran.
By the time he reached the quieter wing beyond the ballroom, the gala’s warmth had dissolved into sterile silence — long marble corridors lit by soft wall sconces, empty except for distant echoes of conversation. The hallway swallowed the sound of the gala almost instantly. Music dulled into a distant vibration behind closed doors, leaving only quiet marble corridors washed in soft golden light. Empty. Still. Too exposed.
Mingi didn’t slow down until the air felt breathable again. His composure shattered the moment he was alone. Hands braced against the wall as emotion finally overtook discipline, his breath came unevenly. Sharp. Unsteady.
The citrus scent surrounding him twisted harshly, sweetness spoiled into something sour and biting; the citrus of his scent sharp and biting, sourness flooding the air like crushed rind left too long in the sun — raw irritation tangled with hurt. It clung to the air, unmistakable. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Two nights ago he had learned his husband lived a secret life; tonight he had watched that same husband hold another omega like it was natural.
His vision blurred.
His husband’s arm wrapped around another omega as if it belonged there.
Tears slipped down his cheek before he even realized they’d formed, catching faintly in the low light. His dragon eyes — normally calm and calculating — shimmered wetly, pupils tight with hurt he couldn’t rationalize away, betraying the composure he had maintained through entire operations under gunfire.
This shouldn’t hurt this much.
It was undercover work.
He knew that. He lived that reality too. He knew undercover work required closeness. He had done it himself countless times. So why did his chest feel like it was splitting open?
But knowledge did nothing against instinct. Against love. Against the image burned into his mind. Footsteps echoed behind him, approaching quickly… familiar.
"Mingi"
Yunho's voice, low and controlled — unmistakable, echoed down the corridor. Mingi stiffened but didn't turn. The sage-and-wood scent reached him seconds later; grounding, steady, unbearably comforting.
"Mingi, wait."
Mingi wiped at his face, failing to compose himself before Yunho caught up, irritated at having been followed so quickly.
Yunho reached him seconds late, stopping a careful distance away. Seeing Mingi shaking, actually shaking, sent a sharp, protective instinct through him that he forced himself not to act on it immediately. His omega was crying. He wanted to pull Mingi close, to hold his omega in his eyes, gently wipe the crystalline tears falling from his soft cheeks, murmuring words of comfort in his ears as he scented away all the worries and doubts the omega could possibly have.
Instead, he waited.
"I'm fine," Mingi muttered.
"You ran," Yunho replied, his tone even.
"How insightful."
“You ran out of a diplomatic gala,” Yunho repeated gently. “You’re not fine.”
Mingi laughed weakly, humor sharp with bitterness. “Congratulations, Agent Observation. You figured it out.”
The snark landed without venom, more wounded than angry. Yunho stepped closer anyway.
Mingi immediately took another step back. A beat passed; Mingi finally turned towards him, eyes still wet, expression defensive and wounded all at once.
And Yunho understood immediately. Not anger… or betrayal, but rather, jealousy.
Relief settled quietly in Yunho's chest.
If this was what hurt Mingi, then their marriage wasn’t broken. It meant Mingi still wanted him. Still claimed him. Still cared enough to be irrational. That, Yunho could work with. Everything else — the spy revelations, the lies, the secrets — those were logistics. This meant they were still them. Yunho exhaled slowly, tension easing in ways he didn’t show outwardly.
Mingi misread the calm entirely.
“Oh, great,” the blonde omega scoffed. “You’re not even going to pretend this is awkward?”
Yunho raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one crying in a hallway.”
“I am not,” Mingi wiped his face aggressively. “This is a controlled emotional response.”
"A controlled emotional response.” Yunho said dryly, glancing pointedly at the tears streaming down Mingi's cheeks. Mingi glared up at him, fierce and tempestuous.
“And you,” Mingi continued, voice rising, “don’t get to stand there acting composed after... after,” He gestured wildly.
“After what?” Yunho asked.
“You were holding another omega!”
“That,” Yunho said softly, “is what you’re upset about?”
Mingi stared at him incredulously. “You were practically cuddling another omega!”
“Yes.”
The immediate agreement threw Mingi off completely.
“Yes? That’s your defense?!”
“It's just a cover,” the alpha replied evenly.
“I KNOW IT WAS A COVER!” Mingi snapped, frustrated. “That’s not the point!”
Yunho crossed his arms slightly, irritation creeping in now. “Then what is the point?”
“The point,” Mingi said, voice cracking despite himself, “is that you looked comfortable.”
That… that landed. Yunho kept quiet, watching Mingi as he leaned into the safety of the wall. A cool, stable comfort grounding him from the tumultuous realization of having witnessed how his alpha, his husband, looked gazing at another omega with a look only he should have the privilege of receiving.
Mingi huffed a broken laugh. “Two nights ago I find out my husband apparently fights people in shipyards for a living, and tonight I walk into a mission and you’re playing house with someone else like it’s normal.”
“It is normal,” Yunho replied.
“For spies!” Mingi shot back. “Not for married people!”
“We are spies.”
“We are also married!”
They stared at each other.
Yunho felt something warm tug at him despite the argument — the familiarity of it, the way Mingi’s anger curled around affection instead of distance. Internally, relief deepened. He wasn’t losing him. The alpha stepped closer instinctively.
Mingi immediately pointed a finger at him. “Don’t you dare try to cuddle me out of this.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You absolutely were.”
Yunho paused. “…I was considering it.”
Mingi groaned, turning away again. “Unbelievable.”
“You’re jealous.” Yunho’s voice softened just slightly.
“I am not jealous."
“You are.”
“I am professionally offended.”
“You’re jealous.”
Mingi spun back toward him. “You had your arm around his waist.”
“And you were practically glued to your alpha partner.” Yunho snarled back, alpha fangs flashing as he remember how convincing up his omega had been, cozied up to another alpha.
“That is different.”
“How?”
“It just is!”
Yunho stared at him for a long moment before muttering, almost to himself, “You leaned into him.”
Mingi flushed immediately. “That was staging!”
“So was mine.”
They glared at each other — equally irritated, equally defensive.
A slow clap echoed behind them.
“Well,” came a smooth, amused voice, “this is far more entertaining than the gala.”
Both men turned instantly.
Kim Seojun leaned casually against wall near them, watching them with open delight. Mingi straightened immediately, wiping the last evidence of tears away. Yunho’s posture shifted subtly — relaxed but dangerous.
Seojun smiled wider. “I must say, I adore a lovers’ quarrel. Though…” his gaze flicked between them knowingly, “…perhaps an affair dispute?”
Neither spy answered.
“You know,” he continued casually, “you both have spouses waiting inside. It’s terribly rude to abandon them at a charity event.”
Mingi’s eyes narrowed. “Eavesdropping is considered rude in most social settings.”
Seojun shrugged. “And arguing in hallways is considered of bad taste. Yet here we all are.”
The alpha sighed faintly, annoyance replacing earlier emotion. “Did you follow us, or do you habitually wander toward emotional instability?”
Seojun chuckled. “Occupational curiosity.”
“Your occupation,” Mingi said coolly, “seems to involve inserting yourself where you aren’t wanted.”
“And yours,” Seojun replied pleasantly, “appears to involve marital dishonesty.”
The jab landed — deliberately probing.
Yunho stepped half a pace forward, subtly placing himself between Seojun and Mingi.
“Careful,” Yunho said mildly. “You’re starting to sound judgmental.”
Seojun grinned. “I simply enjoy observing dynamics. Especially complicated ones.”
His eyes flicked between them again, sharp with interest.
“Please,” he added, lifting his hands innocently, “don’t let me stop the drama. I find it fascinating. I was particularly enjoying the jealousy portion.”
The hallway had gone still again after Seojun’s last remark, the kind of quiet that felt deliberate, stretched thin with tension. Kim Seojun smiled as though he owned the moment.
“I’ve always found private emotions fascinating.” He continued casually, straightening his cuffs, his gaze lingering on Mingi’s still-flushed face, then shifted to Yunho. “People are most honest when they believe no one is watching.”
Mingi’s jaw tightened as Yunho’s patience thinned visibly. Seojun stepped closer, voice lowering, almost conspiratorial.
“I adore catching intimate moments like this. Lovers arguing, secrets unraveling…” His smile sharpened. “Watching faces twist when they realize they’ve been seen at their most vulnerable.”
His eyes gleamed.
“The humiliation,” Seojun added softly, “is exquisite.”
Mingi’s scent sharpened immediately — sour citrus flaring in disgust. Yunho shifted subtly, his alpha instincts prickling, unease crawling up his spine.
Something felt wrong.
Too exposed.
Too…
A sharp crack split the air. The sound was deafening in the enclosed space, echoing violently off the marble of the wall. For half a heartbeat, Yunho didn’t register the sound as a gunshot. Then the alpha reacted before thought could be formed. His arm shot out, grabbing Mingi by the shoulders and shoving him firmly back against the wall, his own body shielding him completely.
“Watch out,” Yunho barked.
Then Seojun’s body jerked violently, mid-breath. A dark bloom spread across his chest as his expression froze in stunned confusion. He swayed forward, feet stumbling a few steps across the floor before his body folded forward, knees striking marble with a sickening sound before he collapsed entirely.
Another sound — a choked, broken sob.
Yunho turned his head sharply.
At the far end of the corridor stood a young omega, barely more than a boy. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, shoulders shaking as he clutched a handgun in trembling hands still aimed toward where Seojun had fallen. Hatred burned openly in his expression. Grief.
Disgust.
“You,” the omega choked, voice cracking. “You deserved worse.”
For a fraction of a second, silence existed. Then chaos detonated. Footsteps thundered suddenly as guests and security flooded into the hallway, drawn by the gunshot. Shouts erupted.
“Weapon down!”
“Security!”
The young omega didn’t resist when guards rushed him, wrenching the gun from his shaking hands. He collapsed into sobs as they restrained him, screaming incoherently as he was dragged away. Noise swallowed everything, people shouting over each other. Someone screaming for medical assistance. Footsteps pounding in every direction. Radios crackling. The smell of fear spread thickly — sharp alphas, distressed omegas, adrenaline flooding the air in suffocating waves.
Yunho barely registered any of it, his pulse violently pounding in his ears. He exhaled slowly, grounding himself, then looked back.
"Min-"
The word died instantly. Empty space met him.
Mingi was gone.
Yunho blinked once, disoriented. His sage scent flared uncontrollably now, deep woody notes surging outward — protective, possessive, instinct screaming mine in response to danger.
Empty. The space behind him empty, leaving only the marble of the wall. The citrus scent lingered faintly, agitated and sour, already dispersing into the chaos. For one stunned second, Yunho didn’t understand what he was seeing. Then realization struck.
Mingi left.
Panic hit fast and brutal. Yunho straightened instantly, turning sharply, eyes scanning the surging crowd. Guests pressed past him in frantic motion, security forming barriers, staff members shouting instructions into handheld radios . No blueberry hair. No familiar presence. Only strangers; guests panicking, security shouting orders, staff rushing past. His scent spiked again, uncontrolled now — sage flooding the hallway, thick with agitation and territorial alarm.
“Mingi,” he called, louder this time, voice cutting through noise. His pulse slammed harder against his ear, temple throbbing at the tension of the situation.
No answer, Mingi had slipped away. Suddenly, it was all too much for Yunho. Too many people, too much noise…
Mingi usually avoided things that became too loud emotionally, Yunho could recognize that pattern, now that he really thought about it.
"Yunho!"
Wooyoung pushed through the crowd towards him, breathless, eyes wide with concern, relief flood his face when he finally caught sight of Yunho, standing upright, no wound in sight.
“Oh thank god. I heard the shot, are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” he said automatically, already moving, eyes searching exits.
Wooyoung frowned, "Where’s...”
“He left.”
“Left? Now?” The omega's eyebrows rose, disbelieving at the chaotic turn of events, brows disappearing behind fringed black styled hair. “But to where?”
“I don’t know yet,” Yunho snapped, frustration bleeding through. He dragged a hand through his hair, scanning again, calculating routes instinctively. Mingi wouldn’t stay. Not when overwhelmed, not with all the chaos.
Specially not when emotional.
Yunho cursed under his breath, adrenaline still roaring.
“I have to go.”
“Yunho, the agency’s going to want statements—”
“Cover for me,” he said, already pushing past Wooyoung. He didn’t slow.
Outside, the night exploded with activity. Guests poured from the building in disorganized waves. Sirens wailed in the distance, red and blue lights reflecting off glass and chrome. Valets scrambled to retrieve vehicles while security attempted crowd control.
Yunho strode straight through it, barely aware of anything except urgency clawing at his chest.
“My car,” he said sharply, handing over his ticket.
The valet nodded quickly and ran. Yunho paced, tension vibrating through him, scent still flaring in restless waves. Passing guests glanced instinctively toward him, reacting to the intensity without understanding why. His mind raced. Mingi emotional meant impulsive. Impulsive meant unpredictable. And unpredictable meant vulnerable.
The car screeched to a stop before him moments later.
Yunho was inside before the valet finished stepping away. He pulled into traffic hard, tires gripping pavement as he accelerated into the night. City lights streaked past in blurs of gold and white. Adrenaline sharpened every sense.
One thought repeated relentlessly beneath it all: Mingi ran.
And Yunho intended to find his omega.
The tires screeched loud enough to echo through the concrete levels of the garage. Yunho barely remembered the drive The city had blurred into streaks of light and noise, every traffic signal an obstacle between him and home. Adrenaline still flooded his system, sharp and restless, his sage and wood scent thick inside the car, like a storm clouds gathering, foreboding of something far more dangerous.
He cut the engine, crooked across two parking spaced on the second flood, headlights bright against the cement wall as the car shuddered to a stop. For a second Yunho sat there, hands locked around his steering wheel, chest heaving, his mind racing.
Shoving the car door open, the alpha sprung into action as he moved across the eerily silent, and empty, garage floor. Moving into the apartment complex, and disregarding the elevators completely, Yunho could only hear his pulse thundering in his ears. Louder than any reason or rational his mind was screaming at him. The alpha running on pure alpha instinct. His footsteps echoed harshly through the concrete stairwell as he took the stairs two steps at a time.
Mingi ran, the thought repeated in his head relentlessly. The fact circulating over and over as he was faced with the fact that in that moment he was not the safe space he had strived to be for his omega. The one place Mingi should have felt the most safe, tucked into his arms, wrapped around his presence knowing that Yunho would make sure nothing happened to either of them.
The alpha reached their flood, breath steady despite the sprint up the stairs, and froze.
The apartment door was open.
Not just unlocked… but open.
"Mingi?" Yunho pushed the door wider and carefully stepped inside.
No answer. All the lights were on, warm yellow spilling into the hallway in stark contrast to the silence within. It was too bright, too quiet. Yunho surveyed the space as he moved along the space of the apartment; eyes catching on the shoes kicked to the side near the entrance, a drawer half-open in the kitchen, books thrown out on the floor from the bookcase in the living room. No movement, no sound. Then —
A flash of silver. Yunho ducked, training kicking in, just as a kitchen knife flew past his shoulder, embedding deep into the wall beside him with a violent thunk. The aim was perfect, the alpha recognizing the knife for what it was. A warning.
"Really Mingi…" Yunho muttered under his breath, not even looking back at the knife again. Instead, the alpha moved forward quickly, following the direction from where it came. The bedroom.
The scent reached him first. Omega distress — sharp and bitter lime and vinegar, entangled with panic and fury. Yunho had never before witnessed his mates scent turning so acrid with panic. It flooded the bedroom, saturating the air so heavily it scraped against his alpha instincts. Moving into the doorway of the bedroom, Yunho stopped.
Chaos. The bed half stripped, clothes scattered everywhere, empty hangers littering the floor, toiletries and perfumes laying half haphazardly out of place. Drawers hung open, belongings hastily removed. And in the corner…
Their nest. Soft blankets and pillows usually arranged carefully had been torn apart, pieces dragged away, dismantled mid-process like Mingi hadn’t been able to finish. The sight hit harder than any gunshot could have possibly had. Yunho’s chest tightened painfully, their carefully built nest — blankets, sweaters, pillows carrying both of their scents — was half dismantled and shoved aside as if it meant nothing.
Mingi was leaving.
"No, Mingi, stop. We need to talk." He stepped forward quickly. For the first time that night, real fear settled in. The thought of losing his omega, the light of his life, hollowed him out. Quick movements behind him startled Yunho, he turned too late.
Mingi lunged.
They crashed together, momentum slamming Yunho forward as Mingi struck from behind with impressive strength. Not trained aggression — emotional, frantic, raw. Nails scraped, breath shaking, Mingi's scent spiking into sharp citrus panic.
“Don’t!” Mingi’s voice broke. “Don’t come closer!”
"I already did," Yunho grunted; his years of spy reflexes kicking in, taking over instantly. The alpha twisted, catching Mingi's wrist before the impact could become dangerous, redirecting the momentum as they stumbled together. He refused to counterattack fully. Every instinct screamed at him to subdue efficiently, but this wasn't just some enemy. This was his omega unraveling in front of him.
They struggled across the room, stumbling, turning, sheets and clothing tangling around their legs. Mingi fought like someone cornered, movements messy with emotion rather than precision.
"Let me go!" Mingi snapped, his voice cracking. “You weren’t supposed to... I wasn’t supposed to—”
“Stop running,” Yunho said, breath rough.
“I have to!”
Mingi twisted again, nearly slipping free. Clementine scent flooded the room, sour as if almost frantic and wounded. Yunho blocked another strike, careful and controlled.
“I’m not fighting you."
“You don’t get to decide that!”
Yunho’s control snapped just enough. He shifted his weight, hooked Mingi’s leg, and turned them both — guiding rather than striking — until Mingi fell backward onto the bed with a startled gasp. Yunho followed immediately, pinning him there, wrist held gently but firmly above the omegas head, knees braced to keep him from bolting again. The mattress dipped hard beneath them. Both of them breathing hard, breathes shaking their bodies as they finally faced each other fully.
Mingi’s eyes were bright with tears, his pupils blown wide, expression vulnerable as he look up at the handsome being that was his alpha. His scent fluctuated wildly — anger burning hot, then crashing into grief, then fear again. Yunho glanced sideways. The bag. Something inside him surged. Without breaking eye contact, he reached over, grabbed the half-packed bag, and overturned it. Clothes spilled across the bed and floor in a soft avalanche.
A passport slid across the mattress.
Silence filled the room.
“You,” Yunho said quietly, voice rough with restrained emotion, yet unmistakably alpha, “are not going anywhere.”
Mingi stared at him, stunned. “You can't just—”
“Yes,” Yunho interrupted, sharper now, scent flaring warm and dominant, “I can. Because you’re talking nonsense.”
The sage scent in the room deepened, grounding and possessive without aggression.
"You don't understand."
"I understand perfectly."
"I lied to you!" Mingi shot back, tears spilling freely from his eyes now. "Our whole marriage began with lies!"
"I lied too!"
Mingi faltered, his heart broken expression wavering as he gazed up at his husband with his tear stricken face. Yunho leaned down, forehead nearly touching as he closed his eyes and breathed in the familiar orange scent of his omega, buried underneath the acrid scent of his distress.
"Nothing," Yunho said, each word deliberate and grounding, "that happened tonight, or any previous time, changes what you are to me."
Mingi shook his head, desperate in an attempt to put some space between them as he writhed under Yunho's strong grip. "I built a life with you, hoping you'd never find out about any of this. How can you love something that wasn't real?"
Yunho's expression cracked, aching sincerity shining through.
"You were real," the alpha spoke softly, "you are real!. Every morning, every argument about what show to watch, every time we went shopping together and you held my hand, every time you fell asleep on my shoulder. That is you." His voice lowered into a whisper. "Now I just know more."
Mingi's scent shifted, the acrid and sour tones fading as his natural sweet citrus scent began to slip through — grief evolving into fragile hope.
"I was ready to leave, you know," Mingi began, whispering as he finally peered up into Yunho's deep gaze, "This assignment was supposed to be my last. I thought… if I made it through after this the lies wouldn't have mattered."
"We both hid parts of ourselves, crucial parts, but the only thing that matters is this." Yunho's eyes stung as his hand gently slid to Mingi's cheek, wiping away a stray tear streaming from his eyes. "We belong to each other"
Mingi let out a broken, wet laugh. "We can't just breeze past this."
"We can," Yunho murmured softly, interrupting again. "You're mine, I'm yours. Everything else is logistics, we can work everything out. Together."
The words settled into the silent air, heavy but warm. Mingi's anguish finally cracked, emotions rushing through him all at once — sadness, relief, longing — as his scent turned soft and sweet, seeking reciprocation.
"I wanted a normal life with you," the omega admitted, voice trembling. "I still do."
"So do I." Yunho swallowed hard.
A pause occurred, before, hesitantly, Mingi whispered, "I had asked to transfer departments… No more fieldwork."
"You were?" Yunho blinked, not able to hide the surprise in his tone.
Mingi nodded, his cheeks pink with a flush, "I wanted to stop taking suppressants."
Yunho waited, breath held abated as Mingi blinked shyly up at him, scent blossoming.
"I thought… maybe we could start a family."
The confession landed heavy between them, like a bomb exploding an array of emotions and realization. Yunho felt his composure shatter entirely. His scent softened instantly, warmth replacing sharp adrenaline; his devotion: overwhelming yet steady.
"You were planning all that," Yunho said hoarsely, "while packing a bag to leave me?"
"I thought you wouldn't want me anymore," Mingi admitted.
Yunho shook his head tears finally escaping. "Maybe there are some things you need to learn about me."
Slowly, and carefully, the alpha loosened his hold, not releasing but rather shifting closer. Their breaths mingled, eyes half lidded as the pair gazed at each other in the darkness of their room. Suddenly the chaos of the apartment faded, the realizations of the night slipping away, as they basked in the quiet of their intimacy. Mingi's hand rose, hesitant at first, brushing Yunho's cheek, dragging eyes watching as the alpha nuzzled in the palm of his hand.
"I don't care that you're a spy," Mingi whispered, "I only need to know that you love me… that you're mine."
Yunho leaned further down, voice barely audible.
"I never stopped being yours."
The world was still around them as Yunho's words settled warm over Mingi's body. Foreheads touching, scents blending together into something calm and familiar again. Then, together and without hesitation, they closed the distanced.
Their kiss was soft. Tentative at first — tear-salted and trembling — before it deepened, relief replacing fear, as certainty settled back into place between them. Breaking their kiss Yunho rest his forehead against Mingi's as he felt his pulse rising again, this time for a completely different reason.
Standing, ignoring his husbands pouts and protests at his distance, Yunho swept the contents of clothes and items he had thrown out of Mingi's bag off the bed. Moving the omegas body with an impressive display of strength, Yunho found himself settled on top of his husbands body, hands coming down to encourage the other to settle his legs high over the alphas hips. Suddenly, Mingi found himself folded and pinned down on the center of their bed — his alpha husband staring at him hungrily as he licked his lips.
"Why don't we get started on some practice," Yunho said, his herbal scent taking a deep wooden undertone, a shift Mingi recognized quite easily as Yunho devoured the, still trembling, omega with his gaze.
"Practice wha—" Mingi did not get a chance to ask for clarification as Yunho swooped down, catching his mouth with his own, swallowing the omega's gasp of surprise.
Closing his eyes and wrapping his arms tight around his husbands broad form, Mingi allowed himself to get lost in the heated desperation of their kiss. Moans and whimpers swallowed down as Yunho brought one of his hands up to Mingi's cheeks, forcing the omega to lay still as his alpha devoured and explored the soft texture of his mouth. Parting with a gasping breath — a string of saliva connecting their lips — Mingi was beginning to feel the fuzziness in his head, his mind and body surrendering completely to the alphas administration.
Yunho ducked down, his objective within sight, his lips ghosting over the line down Mingi's neck, tongue dragging down the pulsing vein, until his mouth reached the scent gland at the junction of Mingi's neck. Suctioning his lips around the sensitive gland, not minding Mingi's whimpers, Yunho took the liberty to begin exploring with his hands as he laved and sucked, pulling at the sweet, citrus oils from his mating gland. Pulling back, Yunho felt delighted at the flush and desperate look on his husbands face, one hand gripping tightly at the sheets next to him as the other grounded him on Yunho's bicep. Ducking down once more to lick at the dried tears on Mingi's face.
Pulling back, frantically pulling at the bottoms of his shirt, Yunho watched as his flushed mate stripped himself of his own clothes, hands trembling in anticipation as he fought with his own intricate formal clothing. Frustrated at the slow pace of their endeavors Yunho growled, hands ripping his buttons and chucking the shirt off himself before reaching down and shredding the ties of the omegas top.
Mingi gasped, head clouded at the display of passion, "My shirt!"
"I'll buy you a new one," Yunho muttered as he pulled at Mingi's pants and underwear all at once, leaving the omega naked before him.
Turning his head from the suddenness of his naked body, Mingi could feel his flush of embarrassment spreading through his body — skin sensitive to the biting cold of the air, nipples pebbled as the omega attempted to close his legs, hiding the one place Yunho was desperate to look at.
"Stop that," Yunho said, hands coming down to pull apart Mingi's legs.
Mingi blushed, closing his eyes as to hide from the hungry eyes feasting at the sight of his bare skin, "You're staring."
"You're mine to stare at."
Mingi look up carefully, peering up at hungry wolf in front of him, and — like a lamb to slaughter — let all of his restrictions go. His legs fell loose to either side of Yunho's body, hands coming up to knead at his own chest, as he bared his neck to his alpha, showing off the imprint of his mated gland.
A deep growl resonated in the silence of the room as Yunho lunged, hungry mouth nipping and teeth at his scent gland. One hand pulling at Mingi's blueberry hair to expose his neck further, the other mapping down the front of Mingi's soft, yet strong, body before he reached at the space between his legs. Mingi's omega cock, wet and stick already, was leaking a useless sticky trail on his skin, slippery in Yunho's hand as he thumbed through the underside of his omega cock before engulfing the head in his palm.
"You always leak so much here," Yunho whispered right at Mingi's ear, teeth nibbling at the sensitive lobe. Mingi whining in his own embarrassment, turning away as if to hide. Yunho continued, " and for no good reason other than to let your alpha know what a needy slut you are."
Mingi let out a high pitch moan, head already fuzzy from his alpha's administration, "I'm not a slut."
Yunho leaned up, turning Mingi's head to face him head on, "No? Then what are you?"
The omega blinked up at him, eyes shinning with tears once more, as plush lips formed a pout.
"Oh… I remembered," Yunho leaned down, lips hovering over Mingi's, "you're a princess."
Yunho watched as Mingi blossomed under him with one simple word, his sweet citrus scent spreading out around them as it shifted into a cloying sweet scent of ambrosia.
Mingi had begun to slick.
Yunho crashed their lips together into a bruising, slick kiss, spit smearing between them as Mingi moaned against the alpha's lips.
"Alpha~" Mingi moaned, drool slipping down the corner of his lip. Yunho's tongue dominated him, claiming every inch of his mouth before pulling back, trailing down every inch of Mingi's sensitive neck. Chest heaving, Mingi could only focus on the desperate arousal clouding his every thought, pleads coming from his mouth as he pushed at Yunho's chest, the alpha fixated on his marked mating gland once more.
Yunho, understanding of the desperation, began trailing down Mingi's body. Mouth moving lower, bitting and nipping down a trail of sensitive skin — each bite inciting a new whimper from Mingi's mouth. Arching against every bite, Mingi felt a rush at the sight of every blooming bruise the alpha left behind on his body, pain blending in pleasure. His head spun, no space in his brain to process anything other than the pleasure that the alpha was bringing him.
Finally, Yunho reached his destination, hands gripping tightly against milky skin as the alpha dove in with no hesitation. Taking in Mingi's cock in his mouth, ignoring the shout and the hands coming to pull at his hair, Yunho used one hand to push the plush thighs above his head. As his tongue swirled around the sensitive, leaky cock, his fingers came up to graze at the slick folds blooming right under him.
The omega screamed above him — Yunho thanked all the heavens above for giving him such a vocal mate — as pink folds parted easily, his long fingers pushing into the slick haven. Mingi arched his back tout, pleasure taking over as the flames of arousal licked and spread through his body, the feeling concentrating in the space just below his tummy as he moaned and cried out. Yunho was playing his body like a master violinist, attuned to each and every twitch of his hips or jerk of his trembling thighs.
One finger, turned into two, quickly intro three, as Yunho pushed and pulled at the slosh of slick leaking, and frothing, at his sensitive cunt. He worked his finger deeper, curling it to find that spot inside that he knew would make Mingi see stars. When he found it, Mingi’s back arched sharply, a high keen tearing from his chest. Yunho would never tire of this, of knowing Mingi’s body so well and being the one who could make him fall apart like this.
The sounds of the room were obscene; the squelch of Yunho's fingers toying with his sensitive inside, the suction of Yunho swallowing down his slick cock, and loudest of all, Mingi crying for sweet relief as finally Mingi felt his body go tout; his pleasure cresting. Mingi shattered with a cry, his body going rigid before tremors erupted as he rode out his first orgasm. Hole clenching down tight around the fingers inside of him, slick pushed out by his clenching walls as his Yunho drank down his watery seed.
Leaning back, and wiping his mouth, Yunho stared up at the wrecked creature in front of him, "I always wonder if male omegas come from their useless cocks as a treat for their alphas."
Mingi opened his mouth, yet all the came out were soft broken sobs, caught between rising pleasure and exhilaration. Whimpering out an answer, Mingi blinked before Yunho was suddenly above him. Using his slick soaked hand Yunho opened the omegas mouth with his hand before letting a thick, stray drop of saliva falling deliberately into his waiting mouth.
As soon as his tongue caught taste of his alphas spit, mixed in with the salty taste of his release, Mingi's eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned, body writhing at the obscenity.
"You're mine Mingi," Yunho spoke, his eyes dark as he stroked his aching alpha cock in one hand, the other coming up to wrap his long fingers around the delicate column of Mingi's neck and pressing down just enough to make the omega gasp. "And you don't get to decide if you leave or not."
Mingi let out a shuddering moan, mouth open as he mindlessly nodded in agreement. Yunho pressing him down flat against the mattress, mouths crashing together — no longer gentle, no longer careful. Then, Yunho sank his teeth into the side of his neck, right on top of the already existing mark. Mingi hissed, humping his twitching hips up, body moving on instinct without him realizing. He was heavy bomb of sensations all around Yunho, overwhelming his senses until there was nothing but Mingi.
"Yunho," Mingi whined, tears spilling from his eyes. So beautiful, so easily bullied. "Please, I can't..."
Yunho kissed him again, this time slower. He reached between them, guiding him throbbing member to Mingi's hot, slick entrance. The heat was almost unbearable. Taking a deep breath Yunho paused before sheathing himself completely all at once, relishing in the squeal of pleasure from his mate as his sunk in completely, pulsating walls fluttering around his aching cock.
Mingi's legs wrapped around Yunho's waist, pulling him closer. "I need you," he breathed, "I need to feel you."
The sensation was almost too much, too hot, too tight. Letting out a shaky breath Yunho leaned away to stare at the junction of their union. Mingi's hot, flush pink lips straining around his thick cock, slick frothing down from where it could escape, sullying the sheets below them. Yunho could feel the base of his cock throbbing, his knot hinting at its presence.
"God," Mingi whimpered, and Yunho felt it as much as he heard it. He leaned down and kissed him, tasting the desperation rising between them. Mingi kissed back hungrily, fingernails digging into the alpha's shoulders, urging him to move.
Yunho rolled his hips carefully, both of them gasping at the sensation in each other's mouths. Every thrust of his hips was deliberate, every inch forcing itself in and out of Mingi as a reminder of where he was meant to be. Where home was.. who home was.
He adjusted him angle slightly, pulling back to watch at Mingi's face. The response was immediate. Mingi's face flushed, eyes fluttering and mouth going slack with a breathy sound as Yunho's cock hit his target with every thrust. His sweet spot abused in a constant rhythm.
"There," Mingi breathed, "Right there! Please, it feels so good," He arched, throwing his head back, hips lifting back and meeting back. His body tightening around Yunho's cock, the sensation maddening.
Yunho lost his composure, the sinful sight breaking through his rational as the alpha gave into his instincts, hips snapping with a damning force, bouncing Mingi up and down the mattress as the omega dug his hands onto Yunho's shoulder desperately. Lifting one of Mingi's legs, deepening the contact between them has Mingi choking on his own breath.
"Oh fuuuuckk" Mingi was growing close, Yunho could feel it around his cock.
"I'm going to come inside you so much you'll swell with it," Yunho said through gritted teeth, his eyes locked at the sight of his cock pushing in and out.
Yunho's word lit a precarious fire under Mingi's skin, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the thought of Yunho impregnating him.
"You like that?" Yunho asked, his own climax just over the bend. "Want me to breed you? Stuff you with babies?"
"Yes!" Mingi squealed, his blueberry hair leaving a stain as trails of blue sweat dyed the sheets below him. The omega was out of it, whimpering and begging, loud and unashamed as the pleasure of his climax engulfed him. Mingi's orgasm locked his pussy around Yunho's cock so hard he had no choice but to follow; knot quickly locking beyond the flutters of the pulsating walls wrapped tightly around him. Hips jerking, Yunho kept thrusting tightly inside Mingi's pussy while he spilled inside.
Mingi went slack, body and mind exhausted after the roller coaster of emotions from the night. Shifting, Yunho carefully pulled Mingi's body on top as he rolled their connected bodies until Mingi was settled on the alphas chest. One hand firm, wrapped around his omega's body, the other combing through his blueberry hair.
Pulling his hand back and noticing the stains on his hand, Yunho couldn't help the huff of laughter, "Is this even hair dye?"
Mingi hummed into his alpha's shoulder before propping his head to look at Yunho. "Out of all the things, that's what you're worried about?"
"Should I be worried about something else?" Yunho blinked, big puppy eyes staring back at Mingi's face.
Rolling his eyes Mingi sighed as he settled down again, closing his eyes to will his heartbeat to slow down. "I guess not."
Yunho hummed, smoothing back Mingi's hair, thumb dragging across his temple, down his cheek. For a while neither of them spoke, savoring the heat of their bodies connected together. The silence stretched, heavy with everything they had been through and everything left unsaid. Not a reunion born from passion.
But from choosing each other again
The lock clicked open just as the late afternoon light stretched gold across the hallway floor. Yunho stepped inside with a quiet exhale, shutting the door behind him using his shoulder while loosening his tie with practiced fingers. The apartment smelled warm — not just lived-in, but alive. Something savory simmered in the air, layered with garlic, sesame oil, and the faint sweetness he now associated instinctively with home.
With them.
He slipped off his shoes near the entrance, placing them neatly beside Mingi’s shoes, and dropped his work bag onto the chair by the door. The leather creaked as it landed — heavy with reports, approvals, responsibilities that now followed his new title everywhere.
Associate Director of Operations.
The words still felt strange in his head. For a moment he stood there, letting the quiet settle into his bones. No gunfire. No coded calls. No urgency pressing against his ribs. Just the soft clatter of cookware from the kitchen. Yunho smiled before he even turned the corner.
The kitchen was chaos in the gentlest possible way. Steam fogged the windows. A pot bubbled steadily on the stove, something fragrant simmering inside. Chopped vegetables crowded the counter, and the sink overflowed with bowls and utensils that testified to far too much enthusiastic preparation. And at the center of it all…
Mingi.
Standing at the stove, humming faintly under his breath. His hair had returned to its natural brown months ago, soft and warm under the sunlight spilling through the window. The fringe had grown longer now, clipped back with small black-and-pink Kuromi clips that looked absurdly cute against his otherwise serious concentration. He stirred the pan carefully, one hand resting absentmindedly at his lower back. Yunho’s gaze softened immediately.
The change was subtle still — barely noticeable unless you knew him intimately — but Yunho knew every line of his omega’s body. The gentle curve beneath Mingi’s shirt was new, small and round, the earliest promise of the life growing there. Their child.
He didn’t announce himself, crossing the room quietly. He simply stepped behind Mingi and wrapped his arms around him, palms settling instinctively over the small swell of his omegas belly. Mingi startled slightly before relaxing at once, leaning back into him with a familiar sigh.
“You’re home early,” Mingi murmured.
“Promotion perk,” Yunho replied, pressing his cheek briefly against Mingi’s temple. “Apparently directors are trusted to leave before sunset.”
Mingi snorted softly. “That sounds fake.”
“It does feel suspicious.”
Yunho’s hands moved gently, thumbs brushing slow circles over the curve beneath the fabric. His scent warmed instantly, fragrant sage and warm oak softened with affection, wrapping around Mingi like an embrace of its own.
“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly. “How’s the baby treating you today?”
Mingi tilted his head, considering. “Demanding. Very opinionated.”
“Already takes after you.”
“Rude. I’m the one cooking.” Mingi elbowed him lightly.
Yunho glanced at the stove. “You cooked enough for an army.”
“I got hungry halfway through prep,” Mingi admitted. “Then the baby got hungry. Then I couldn’t stop.”
“That explains the battlefield in the sink.”
“I’ll clean it later.”
“You absolutely will not,” Yunho replied calmly.
Mingi huffed, but his shoulders relaxed further, melting into Yunho’s hold. For a while neither of them spoke. The quiet wasn’t empty — it was full. The gentle bubbling of soup, the scrape of a wooden spoon against a pan, the steady rhythm of shared breathing. Yunho’s hand slid slightly higher, protective without thinking, fingers splaying across Mingi’s stomach.
It still amazed him.
After everything, the lies, near danger and losses, secrets torn open, they had arrived here. In a sunlit kitchen. Arguing about dishes. Waiting for dinner. Expecting a child.
“I felt a flutter earlier,” Mingi said softly.
Yunho straightened immediately. “You did?”
“Maybe. Or it was gas,” Mingi added thoughtfully. Yunho laughed under his breath, the sound warm and unguarded.
“Either way,” he said, voice quieter now, “they’re already making themselves known.” Mingi covered Yunho’s hands with his own, guiding them slightly lower.
“I keep thinking I’ll wake up and this will disappear,” Mingi admitted. “Like it’s too peaceful to be real.”
Yunho turned him gently, careful of the stove, until Mingi faced him. Sunlight framed Mingi’s face, softening every familiar feature. There was no tension there now, no guarded watchfulness, only warmth and a happiness that had settled deep into his bones. Yunho brushed a thumb along Mingi’s cheek.
“It’s real,” the alpha said plainly, speaking a truth that fell over the omega’s doubts as reassurance. Mingi searched his face, eyes shining.
“We really did it,” Mingi whispered. “The life we talked about."
Yunho nodded, throat tight. “Yeah,” he said softly. “We did."
For a moment they just stood there — kitchen a mess, dinner half finished, daylight still glowing outside — exactly the kind of ordinary moment they had once believed impossible. Mingi leaned forward first; Yunho met him halfway.
Their kiss was slow and familiar, filled with quiet gratitude rather than urgency, the kind built from years of choosing each other again and again. Behind them, the pot bubbled over slightly on the stove.
Neither of them noticed.