Black Card Debt: Daddy's Little Thief (Omegaverse bl) Chapter 2: Run omega...run!

Seoha’s POV

Twice’s Cheer up is playing from inside the house now while I am torn between bursting into laughter and bursting into tears.

To laugh or not to laugh?

To cry or not to cry?

"Hello? Seoha are you there?" my lawyer asks like he didn’t just support my ’family’ in the ruin of my life.

"Lawyer Kim, what’s going to happen to now?" I ask him calmly, gripping the phone tightly in my hand.

How can he make such a mistake?

"Every evidence they brought looked real! I will look into the case..." I end the call before he says anything more.

Did I just beco holess in one day?

As if it plans to rub salt into my fresh injury, the sky opens and it begins to shower lightly, making tears well up in my eyes.

I look up at the sky as it rumbles and lightning flashes across the sky. I stay there frozen for a few seconds. What direction do I even run in?

I look back to my parent’s house, where a new song I’m unfamiliar with is starting to play.

My parent’s ho no longer belongs to them or - thank you aunty Cho, cousin Riwoo and cousin Jiwoo.

My own house is no longer an option- thank you dear lying scumbag of ex boyfriend.

My best friend’s house is out of the list- he would be at work right now.

"Ah really" I mutter to myself as I stare at the floor, watching water pool at my feet through blurred vision.

What do I do?

Maybe I was too rash, if only I had checked the weather forecast, I would have postponed the breakup till tomorrow.

The rain grows heavy and I drag myself with my bags to stand under the canopy of a small shop.

"Who are you? Get lost!" the elderly man who owns the shop yells at and I glare at him.

"I’m just hiding from the rain" I say to him, unwilling to move away from the shelter.

The dye is starting to wash out of my hair, adding black spots and stains to my white shirt and washing all the way down to shoes.

The man doesn’t care about my state, my oga whines inside of as the old man glares at like I’m a robber.

"Find a hotel, get out!" the shop owner says and points his finger down the road. I let out a tired sigh and slowly begin to move.

I can’t just hang around anywhere, I haven’t eaten all day and my boyfriend has always been the one in charge of our money.

To make things worse, I’m not wearing my collar or the sll of any alpha, this one mistake would make an easy prey to senseless alphas.

I’m a male oga in a world of misogynistic assholes.

I press my hand to my neck and let out another painful whine, A chill runs through as I rember the touch of that alpha on my skin the one day I went ho late, and I rember how Daeshin had shown up on ti for .

The rain keeps pounding down on as I run as fast as I can, crossing the road with tears streaming down my face till I arrive at an hotel.

I stand outside of it, counting down the seconds to when they would notice and kick out.

Carefully, I place my wet bag of clothes and the guitar bag to the floor next to and begin to wring out my clothes.

I’m drenched from rain and crying, I know if I keep crying, I will only make things worse so I wipe my face as best as I can.

"Urghh" I groan and try pulling the clothes off my body, the poor shirt is soaked through and is almost becoming transparent.

’Ho’ my oga says and I sigh, I have no response, we both know there is no ho but we both know ho is safe.

I need to find a way to get to safety, or else, tonight might turn out badly.

I look around to see if anyone is coming yet to kick off the property. With the absence of threats, I sigh and put myself together for survival, I squint my eyes and try to look through the automatic doors of the hotel.

What if I tell them I’m a celebrity?

A gust of wind makes shudder and I make up my mind, I will pretend to be a celebrity, and tell them my manager is coming, maybe I can be given a room for the night.

Good thing I have this guitar.

"The only reason they got away on the first try is because you let them" a deep and powerful voice stops my actions and my oga perks up.

I look over my shoulder and see a tall and wickedly handso man with one hand in his pocket and the other holding up his phone to his ears.

Being stereotypical is wrong but everything tells that this man is an alpha; sothing about his posture, his body build and most especially the wallet peeking out of his pocket.

That wallet looks like it contains so much money and I can’t take my eyes off it at all.

’Seoha’ my oga calls like a mother warning her child before he does sothing silly.

I shut my eyes and apologize to the supre beings of the universe, I can’t possibly walk away...I’m hungry, I don’t have a place to stay and I’m an oga.

This man doesn’t look like he would mind if a few wons go missing, his watch alone seems expensive enough to buy my al for the next one year.

’Seoha’ my oga warns again with a growl but I take the steps, pleading with the universe to be kind to .

I promise I’ll be good after this, once I’m back on my feet, I’ll do charity work for two months.

Stealthily, I snatch the wallet out of his pocket, but the man is more alert than he looks as he grabs my wrist and turns around imdiately.

Our eyes et for a second and my mouth falls open.

’RUN SEOHA RUN’ my brain screams at .