Yujun’s POV
I walk down the hallway that now feels more familiar and more ho-like to than my own ho with careful steps.
Yeon and Yunah’s words had boosted my confidence, but anxiety still gnaws at my heart and grows in my chest as I walk with my head down.
What if he doesn’t want ? What if he has realized that loving isn’t worth it?
I arrive at the room that Yeon had described for to be Jaehyun’s and I push open the door to walk in without knocking...a big mistake.
Jaehyun is freshly stepping out of the shower and holding a towel, the sight of him makes my mouth go dry.
He is bare-chested with water running down his neck, down his chest, past his abs and soaking the grey sweatpants that sit low on his hips.
He looks startled to see stopping the hands that were lifted to rub the towel into his wet hair.
Both of us stand frozen, looking at each other like we did at the gate so minutes ago.
I shalessly let my eyes drift down his body and his scent flares; the patchouli I miss, coming from the man I miss.
My body moves forward before I stop myself and I place my hand on his neck to pull him down and he bends for .
I miss him, I can’t say it enough.
My oga whines as I press my nose into his neck, into his scent gland, he stays still as I breathe him in.
I sigh against his neck, and he steps back from just like he did at the gate. The step back hurts so much that I bite down on my lip to stop from whining out loud.
"I’m sorry" I apologize to him and he groans as he turns his head away.
"You don’t have to be sorry for anything" he says and bow my head.
"I walked away for you...I..." I stop speaking, unsure of what to say next, it is all my fault.
I’m a ss.
"It’s not your fault" he says with a whisper.
"Then why won’t look at ?" I ask him in pain, and he turns his back to .
"It’s hard to look at you with another alpha’s clothes on your body" he says and looks at from over his shoulder.
"Yujun, I am hanging by the thread" he says.
"I understand" I say softly and I do the thoughtless...I pull the shirt off my body, and his jaw drops as I do.
I drop the shirt to the floor and stare at him, standing in his room bare-chested like him, my chest rises and falls as the cold air blows over .
"Would you look at now?" I ask, my voice cracking with the words.
"Fuck..." he says and surges forward with the towel to throw it over my shoulder.
"Junnah, don’t do things like that" he says and my body shakes from the proximity between us.
"I just want to show you I’m sorry..." I say in a small voice.
Showing apology is the only way I have known.
If father is disappointed in , I have to do sothing grand to make up for it.
If a client is unsatisfied, I have to do sothing wonderful to show them I am sorry.
"You don’t have to be sorry for anything...I told you to use like a drug...I still an it till I die" he says and a sob slips past my lips.
That’s it? I don’t have to grovel?
"Please...don’t cry" he says, but I see the way his nostrils flare.
"You won’t touch " I say pathetically and he shut his eyes tight.
"It will kill if I touch you and you leave for him" he says and another sob follows.
My oga howls sadly and whines at the implication...do we dare try again when there are still barriers between us?
Do I dare ask? I want him to at least hold .
"Please" I say and a tear slides down, it feels like there is an open wound in my chest, like my body knows what I need.
Jaehyun goes down to his knees slowly and like he did the day I chose my clan over him, he pulls to himself by my hips.
My breath catches in my throat as he rests his head on the small swell of my stomach, where our pup is growing.
I rest my hands on his shoulder to keep myself from letting my knees give out.
"Ours..." he says and I nod even if he can’t see .
He growls softly and presses his face into my stomach, his grip on my hips is strong, like he’s holding his dream co true.
"Yujun" he says and I hum, forcing myself to stay together.
He hooks his thumb on the waistband of Chan’s sweatpants I have on and tugs slightly.
"I want to take it off...please" he says and gave him my consent by tightening my hold on his shoulder.
He imdiately tugs it all the way down and I lift my legs for him to take them off completely, leaving naked and covered only in his towel.
He doesn’t say anything else as he goes to his wardrobe to bring his clothes to .
The air between us is unlike anything we’ve had before, it feels new, tender and beautiful as he dresses up in his clothes.
"You should sleep warm" he says and I nod my head, "I should return" I say softly and his eyes flash red, but he shuts them imdiately.
"Junnah, I’m not going to ask you to choose ...but I’m going to fight for you" he says and I look into his face, watching as a bead of water slides down from his hair.
"And for our pup" he adds.
"Okay" I say, giving him the go ahead.
I will return by morning, but I will co back to him...I will make sure I co back to him.
’Chan’ my oga says, and the simple word passes a ssage to as his words co back to my mind.
"I will make you like "
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