Si-won didn't expect graduation to feel like the end of a romance. Not just with school, but with the self he'd spent four years crafting: the shiny, unbearable version of himself that learned to weaponize gloss, sarcasm, and mesh tops to survive. He wore glitter in his hair and cried in the arms of a Beta with pink lemonade lip gloss. He smiled for photos with Mochi in a sling across his chest. He tossed his cap in the air and felt the future hit him like a brick to the lungs. It wasn't supposed to hurt like this, wasn't supposed to feel like letting go of something sacred. But Min-jae was there. Of course he was. Standing off to the side in a hoodie, pretending not to watch, filming every step like he couldn't help himself. And when Si-won ran to him afterward, chest already heaving, the only thing that stopped him from collapsing completely was the Alpha's arms wrapping around him like a vow.
"You're done," Min-jae whispered.
"Except the part where I have to become someone," Si-won murmured back, breathing him in like safety.
The bracelet buzzed gently between them. Pink. Si-won pressed on it to login the feelings.
Filming started three days later. "Love Me Like Bibimbap" was not just a drama, it was a firestorm. Si-won had stepped into a world with lighting crews, makeup artists, dietary trackers, and co-stars with cheekbones sharp enough to slice through emotional stability. Jung Do-yoon was everything the internet loved in an Alpha: tall, beautiful, softly spoken, with a pheromone signature like honeyed ginger and a smile that made producers throw bonus checks at the catering staff. And worse, he liked Si-won. Genuinely. Teased him between takes, brought him coffee, offered to run lines at his apartment "for chemistry purposes."
Fandom exploded. Shipping hashtags like #BibimbapBonded and #ChefxSunbae trended within hours. Fan edits of their "first kiss rehearsal" (which wasn't even real, Do-yoon had just tripped) went viral.
Someone tagged Min-jae in a photo of them together and wrote, "this is what a real Alpha looks like 😍🔥"
Min-jae didn't reply. But the next morning, four iced americanos, a cinnamon-scented diffuser, and one hot milk tea showed up on set in a Brewmates™ carrier. The label had a sticky note that read:
Don't forget who your favorite Alpha is.
p.s. Your laundry pile is multiplying.
Si-won read it, blushed, and chugged the milk tea. Do-yoon said nothing, but raised an eyebrow and offered him a protein bar. The bracelet buzzed a slow burn orange.
He came home late, exhausted, emotionally raw. His shoulders hurt from rehearsals. His mouth tasted like gloss and forced intimacy. His stomach felt hollow with something he couldn't name. And then he opened the apartment door.
Flowers. Everywhere.
Not a bouquet. Not a vase. A takeover. Tulips on the floor. Roses on the counters. Orchids hung from light fixtures. White lilies in the bathroom. Peonies and ranunculus crowding the kitchen table like an altar. On the mirror was a single hyacinth, taped gently to the glass beside a note.
I love watching you become who you were always meant to be.
Even if I have to watch from the side sometimes.
– M
He didn't cry.
He bolted straight down the hall, dropped his script bag on the floor, and tackled Min-jae onto the couch with such force that they both grunted.
"Is this a threat or a proposal?" Si-won asked, breath already ragged.
Min-jae blinked at him, completely serious. "Can't it be both?"
And then the rest was fire. Si-won kissed him like he was starving. Like kissing Min-jae was the only thing that made sense anymore. Like even his bones had missed him. They didn't speak as they stripped, not carefully, but fast. Clothes tangled in tulip stems and the hem of the couch throw. The air buzzed thick with cinnamon and strawberry milk, amplified, instinctual, messy.
Min-jae's hands gripped Si-won's thighs and lifted him like he weighed nothing. Si-won wrapped his legs around his Alpha's hips and moaned into his mouth, the kind of sound that made Min-jae groan like he was breaking apart. The bite mark on his neck pulsed. The bracelet flashed red.
"I missed you," Min-jae breathed, mouth against his throat. "Even when you were right in front of me."
"You're stupid," Si-won gasped, already arching up. "You could've had me a hundred times."
"I wanted the one that mattered."
They didn't make it to the bed. Min-jae dropped to his knees in the living room and pulled Si-won with him, guided him to the rug like it was sacred ground. Si-won's skin hit soft fabric and crumpled petals. Min-jae's mouth was already on him, collarbone, chest, navel, and then lower. The warmth of his tongue replaced every insecurity Si-won hadn't had time to acknowledge. Min-jae licked like he worshipped him. Si-won gasped and shook like he couldn't handle being loved that deep.
When Min-jae entered him, slow and shaking, their eyes stayed locked. There was no play left in it. No game.
"I love you," Min-jae whispered, sliding in inch by inch until they were one breath, one body, one impossible disaster finally made whole.
"I know," Si-won whispered back. "I've always known."
They moved together in a rhythm that felt written. Si-won clawed at Min-jae's back, moaning shamelessly. Min-jae thrust harder, deeper, until they couldn't separate breath from sound. When Si-won came, it was with a cry that split the air. Min-jae followed, biting down into his neck until the bond lit up, real, complete, unbreakable.
There was no soft word for it.
This wasn't a fated match.
It was something they built.
Unholy. Unplanned. Undeniable.
Later, wrapped in blankets, surrounded by flower petals and the scent of completion, Si-won curled against Min-jae's chest like a satisfied sin.
"I think I love you more than iced coffee," he whispered.
"That's the real confession," Min-jae said, kissing his hair.
"Can I still flirt with my fake Alpha?"
Min-jae sighed. "Only if I get visiting privileges."
They laughed, breathless, wrecked. Si-won looked up at him, eyes swollen, lashes damp.
"This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this."
Min-jae touched his cheek. "But it did. And it's real."
"It's... messy."
"It's ours."
Si-won bit his lip. "It's kind of an unholy bond."
Min-jae smiled. "It's the best one I've ever had."
📱 Si-won's Notes App Screenshot (@matchamalice)
this isn't romance
it's riot gear
it's confession by chaos
it's a cinnamon-slick glitch in a system
that tried to make me lovable
and instead made me his
Caption:
every flower was a yes
#UnholyBond #CinnaMilkVerified #RugBurnsAndRosewater
The next morning arrived slow. Warm light filtered in through the curtain gaps and painted soft gold across the bedroom floor. Si-won was the first to wake, not because he meant to, but because his body couldn't decide if it had been wrecked or reborn. His thighs ached in a sweet, satisfying way. His throat was sore from saying Min-jae's name too many times. His wrist, still wearing the bracelet, buzzed once , a sleepy pink pulse. He blinked.
Min-jae was wrapped around him like a promise. One arm tucked under his waist, the other curled protectively across his chest. Their legs were tangled. Their bodies still sticky with the afterglow of everything. There were flower petals stuck in Min-jae's hair.
Si-won stared at him. Just stared. Min-jae's face looked different when he was asleep. Not just softer and realer. He always seemed too composed, too careful, like his thoughts were coded in encryption. But now, with sleep blurring the edges, he just looked like someone who had dared to love him back. The thought made something tighten in Si-won's chest.
"You're staring," Min-jae mumbled, eyes still shut.
"You're drooling," Si-won whispered back.
"I regret nothing."
Min-jae cracked one eye open. "Except maybe my hips. I think you tried to break me."
"I was proving a point."
"What point?"
"That I'm not just pretty. I'm athletic."
Min-jae grinned. "You're so annoying."
"And you're in love with me."
"Unfortunately."
Si-won let out a sleepy laugh and tilted his head until their foreheads touched.
For a while, neither of them moved. The world didn't rush them. Not anymore. No auditions. No bonding schedules. No cameras. Just the soft hum of their bond threading through the air, gentle and low, like a background song written only for them. Finally, Si-won spoke.
"What now?"
Min-jae blinked. "You mean besides breakfast?"
"I mean... us. Me filming. You finishing school. The public thinking I'm dating a hot Alpha chef."
"Are you?"
Si-won kissed him. "Don't start."
Min-jae rolled onto his back, pulled Si-won on top of him. His hands slid down his Omega's waist with an ease that felt too natural.
"You're filming for the next few months," he said. "You'll be in the public eye. I'll still be at Brewmates™ and trying to pass that nightmare algorithms class."
Si-won nodded slowly. "Are you okay with that?"
"Honestly?"
Si-won braced himself.
Min-jae looked up at him. "I'm not always going to be okay with it. I'm going to get jealous. I'm going to hate seeing your co-star touching you. But I trust you."
"You sure?"
"No. But I want to be."
That admission hit harder than anything.
Si-won touched his cheek. "You don't have to wait for me to be done filming. We're already... this. We're the unholy bond, remember? No one survives this much chaos without becoming endgame."
Min-jae closed his eyes, pulled him in.
"I'll wait. I'll build things while you shine. And one day, when you're ready to come home, there will be space for you. Maybe a company. Maybe just a better kitchen. Whatever you need."
Si-won swallowed around the emotion tightening his throat.
"Min-jae," he said, voice cracking, "you are my home."
Min-jae opened his eyes. "Then let's start acting like it."
They kissed again, not urgent this time. Not horny. Just true. The kind of kiss that made Si-won feel rooted. Real. Wanted without conditions.
Later, over a very burnt toasts and two iced americanos, Si-won sat on the counter in nothing but Min-jae's hoodie and said:
"I want a balcony in our next place."
Min-jae, unbothered, replied, "I want soundproof walls."
"Why?"
"Because our neighbors probably heard you screaming my name last night. Three times."
"Four," Si-won corrected. "You're welcome."
Min-jae didn't blush. He just walked over and kissed him again, like that was always going to be the answer now.
📱 Si-won's Text to Nari (9:22 a.m.)
Si-won: I think I'm done.
Nari: YOU THINK???
Si-won: Also I'm not going to set today
Nari: WHY
Si-won: I have something more important
Nari: if this is another dumb morning-after iced coffee selfie I'm blocking you
Si-won: it's not
Si-won: it's him
📸 Attached Image: A blurry photo of Min-jae asleep, hair a mess, mouth open, flowers around his head like a chaotic crown.
Caption:
unholy. unfiltered. unbelievably mine.