Seoha’s POV
I open the door and find Minjae waiting with his hands on his hips.
"I have a million questions" he says.
"I have zero answers, Minjae" I say tiredly, and walk past him, my legs feel like jelly with every unsteady step I take, I keep myself up as long as I can before crashing on the soft couch.
He walks over to with a worried look in his face.
"Seoha...what is going on?" my best friend asks and snatches the card out of the hand, the current bane of my existence.
I want to throw it out the window and watch the wind blow it around, but sothing tells , it will still end up in my hand, I don’t know how, but I know it will.
Kang Taesan.
"Seoha" Minjae calls my na firmly with a frown, he won’t let this go till he’s sure I’m safe and fine, and I don’t want to talk about it, I’d rather no drag him into this.
"This card, do you know who the owner is?" he asks, still holding his frown and I shake my head side to side as he lets out a sigh, "this is..."
"WE ARE THE LOVESICK GIRLS" Minjae’s phone rings, startling us both, he looks at like I’m the one calling his phone.
"This conversation is not over" he says, pointing at before going to answer the call.
The oga goes into his bedroom, and I bury my face in the soft cushion of the couch, truly exhausted but unable to do anything about it, my life, my things, my mom’s guitar, my-
"Daeshin-ssi, I’d rather not insult you this morning" I hear Minjae say, his voice is full of anger and I get up on autopilot.
"I told you, he’s not here and even if he’s here I’m not letting him talk to your unloyal ass you uncultured son of a bitch" Minjae says, cursing with all the fire in him.
"Let talk to him" I say.
"No" Minjae growls at and my oga whine, he still hasn’t accepted what has happened, we have never gone this long without Daeshin’s scent on us.
"Minjae please..."
"No" he says, pointing at angrily, forever the protective one, I understand him, but my heart is aching.
I snatch the phone from Minjae and run into the bathroom with the phone to my ear and I hold it pressed up with my back against the door as I whine into the phone.
"SHIN SEOHA! DON’T BE STUPID" Minjae yells from outside the bathroom.
I shouldn’t be doing this...I shouldn’t still want him like this...this cursed oga biology.
"Baby, is that you?" his voice asks and I breath in through my nose in relief, his voice feels good and hurts at the sa ti, I hate him...
"What do you want?" I hiss into the phone, forcing down my oga’s need for an alpha’s protection, and holding myself up.
"Have you eaten? See? I told you you’ll need " he says, deaning in that soft voice, he doesn’t wait for my response before speaking again, "wont you co back, the kitchen is cold without you, I’ve got a raise in my job and I’ll-"
"Daeshin" I call his na with a shaky voice.
"Baby?" he says.
"Fuck you, I’m fine on my own" I say and end the call, I open the door and find Minjae waiting for with his arms folded.
"You-"
"I’m not going back to him" I say quickly, keeping my eyes on the floor, I’ll cry if I look at him.
"Cuddle?" he asks and I laugh softly, my first laughter in the past few hours, "don’t be silly, you’re going to work" I say and wipe at my face.
"I don’t want to see you hurting over that moron that doesn’t deserve you" Minjae says, "you really need to stop insulting everyone" I say and pat his head.
He looks at with sad eyes but then his alarm rings, he has to get ready and leave for work, I have to figure my life out.
"I’ll make us sothing to eat and leave for work real quick" Minjae says leaves.
I return to his room to place the phone on the nightstand, "Minjae-ah, can I borrow sothing to wear?" I call and he calls back a loud, "sure"
I go through his wardrobe and imdiately get discouraged.
Minjae’s style is the opposite of mine, Daeshin keeps my wardrobe modest and limited, while Minjae wears what he wants.
I pick out a white turtleneck and a black pair of pants, by the ti I’m done dressing, the sll of breakfast is already wafting into the room.
"Eat, eat and rest" he waves his hand and leaves to dress up for work.
When he returns, I am also done eating and ready to leave too, Minjae looks up and down.
"You’re going where?" he asks and I shrug, "going to get a job, I am sure I’ll find sothing" I say and he winces.
"Seoha-ya, you have no idea how tough it is out there" he says and adjust his collar, a silent warning, the world hates unmarked and unclaid ogas.
"I’ll be fine" I reassure him with a smile.
Twenty-six hours later, I’m not fine.
I am drenched in sweat and standing with my fingers crossed in the elevator of the tenth building I would be walking into for the day.
My stomach is grumbling, legs shaking, scent patch starting to fail as bits of my scent seeps through with how much pressure I’m under.
No one wants .
No one wants an oga...unless they have evil intentions as they size up.
"Enter" the woman accompanying says and opens the door for to go through and I bow before I walk in.
Please. Please fate, be kind to . I will never rob anyone in my life again.
The person in the executive chair lifts his eyes and my eyes ets deep brown eyes and an unimpressed look.
"Hello, Bambi, I was waiting" he says and leans back in his seat while my heart freezes in my chest.
Oh no, not again.
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