Love Me Now
Park Jimin presented as a beta. He's a beta. Sure, maybe he has to take a handful of pills everyday. Maybe he has to suppress the urge to join group cuddles. Maybe he needs to remember his place. But only because he's a beta... ...a beta NOT an Omega... shit.The pill bottle slipped from Jimin’s fingers, clattering against the bathroom tile like a dropped verdict. Outside, the monthly Nest Chime echoed through Neo-Seoul, a deep harmonic pulse summoning Omegas to their designated sanctuaries. His chest tightened. It wasn’t supposed to affect him. Betas were immune. Neutral. Unmoved.
But his skin prickled with phantom warmth, his breath hitching as if pulled by invisible threads toward the nearest gathering hall. He gripped the sink, staring at his reflection—pale, controlled, wrong. A single drop of sweat traced his temple, carrying with it the faintest trace of something floral. Impossible.
He reached for the suppressant, hand shaking. One pill erased the symptoms. Two ensured compliance. Three made him forget why it hurt.
A knock thudded at the door. "Jimin? You late." Yunho’s voice, low and careful. "They’re scanning arrivals early tonight. You coming in or staying out?"
Staying out meant suspicion. Going in risked exposure. And either way—he’d have to lie about what he was becoming.
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Beyond the Blood Wards
This is a gamble with life as the stake, and Harry Potter's only chip is a sliver of forbidden yearning for the most unlikely person. Trapped under the horrifying confinement of the Dursleys, Harry faces an extreme crisis. With blood and trembling fingers, he scrawls three words onto a stolen photo: “Please help me.” This is more than a plea; it is a silent acknowledgment of the complex feelings stirring within him. He shoves the bloodied message into Hedwig’s talons and, amidst Vernon’s furious bellows, rasps with his last breath: "Take it to Professor Snape!" He entrusts all his hope for survival and emotional solace to the man who haunts his dreams and yet is utterly irresistible. When Snape receives this blood-soaked appeal, he faces more than just duty; he must confront his deepest response to the soul of Harry Potter—the boy he claims to despise, yet has never truly let go of. This letter is the turning point in their fated entanglement. How will the cold Slytherin Potions Master respond to this desperate, intimate cry from the Gryffindor hero? And how will this single plea pull them from the shadows of enmity and propel them toward a dangerous romance fraught with peril and redemption?
The Seventh Sense
It’s been over a year after the Fall and most people know Will’s in a relationship. They just don’t know exactly with who…
I Can't Carry This Anymore
Harry expects nightmares when Madam Pomfrey refuses to give him any more Dreamless Sleep. What he doesn't expect is to have his first soulmate dream only days after Voldemort returned. He would've preferred the nightmares. The dream is clear and vivid, revealing a figure both familiar and terrifying—the one whose life is intertwined with his, yet who represents ultimate darkness. Harry begins to experience what should be sweet and comforting soulmate dreams, but due to the identity of his soulmate, they become twisted and agonizing. Each awakening brings resistance and despair against the truth. When the Dark Lord's return unveils the supposed ultimate bliss—yet cursed—soul connection between Harry and Tom Riddle, how will Harry confront this cruel jest of fate? Can he accept this undesired "soulmate," or will he become utterly lost in this entanglement?
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