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[BL] A Fugue in Double C Major

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The once renowned Seoul Philharmonic Symphony is in distress and losing musicians before Seo Jaemin, an unknown beta conductor with a murky past, steps in to help them rebuild their glory together with his career in the cutthroat, alpha-dominated world of classical music. As First Chair, the commanding alpha Kang Do-hyun resists the new leadership, refusing to submit to a beta, although he notices himself being drawn to Jaemin, a pull he can’t explain. But Jaemin is hiding a secret that would shatter his fragile professional facade: he's not a beta at all, but an omega, whose scent is now a painful echo of a failed bond—a betrayal that haunts his every move. When Do-hyun discovers Jaemin’s true nature, his unexplained attraction spirals into a fierce, protective obsession. Consumed by an alpha's fury for the one who broke Jaemin, Do-hyun must decide if he can truly save the omega he’s dying to claim. ----- [Excerpt] Jaemin’s hair was a mess of soft, dark honey curls, his clothes from the concert rumpled and clinging to his slender frame. Do-hyun hadn’t dared to undress him. After the omega had fallen asleep, the floral scent had flared, unleashed from the tight grip Jaemin kept on it when he was conscious. Barely a minute later, Do-hyun had to rally every ounce of self-control from within to extract himself from the bed and stumble out of the room, before his alpha instincts could take over and greedily claim everything that was being offered freely to him. Now, Jaemin stood swaying slightly in front of him, his amber eyes half-lidded, a hazy, dreamy glaze coating them like a thin film. His cheeks were flushed a soft rose, and his mouth, a little open, seemed to be waiting for something. "Jaemin," Do-hyun managed, his voice thick and low. "Are you okay? Do you need something? You can't be walking around like this." Jaemin didn't seem to hear him. He took another step forward, and his scent slammed into Do-hyun’s senses, shredding through his safety shield of medicated eucalyptus—the intoxicating cherry blossoms, now so strong they stung his eyes. Lifting a hand to Do-hyun’s chest, Jaemin looked up at him, head tilted, hazy eyes searching Do-hyun’s face as if looking for something in the depths of his soul. Then he spoke, the single word a soft, breathless whisper: "Alpha."
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