Jisung thinks he might have fallen in love with Minho at first sight.

Alpha or omega, he hadn't been sure, but it wouldn't have mattered to Jisung- he'd fallen for Minho's charms regardless. For the sharpness of his features, the inky darkness of his eyes that Jisung had had no choice but to fall into, the soft, bubbly giggle that fell from his lips as he smiled, the way his two front teeth stuck out like a bunny rabbit's. Jisung was enamored. Ensared. Forever intertwined with Lee Minho.

In a way, things had worked out for Jisung. Minho is his favorite person, his closest person, his soulmate. The love of his life.

But- his friend. His best friend. But nothing more.

Never anything more. Sure, sometimes Jisung almost thinks Minho might have feelings for him back, when they're lying awake late at night, tangled up together with their hearts bared and bodies pressed close.

But even if he did, they're not meant to be. Because Jisung knows that one of Minho's greatest desires is to have pups. "A whole litter. My very own mini super-army," Minho would say with a grin.

And Jisung is infertile.