Junho’s POV

My eyes and Minjae’s are locked.

He’s glaring at me like he would hurt me if he has the chance, but I’m more concerned about him, why did he visit the hospital?

Seoha, clueless of the one-sided battle between me and his best friend, squats in front of the bag I brought.

"My guitar" he whispers as he runs his fingertips over the rusted strings of the old instrument.

He has no idea how I am risking my life by bringing this to him, if Taesan finds out, I might lose a body part.

But while he’s still mourning a lost love, I have chosen to do what is right for him.

The small omega that’s wearing Captain’s bite mark unzips the bag let’s out a small noise that sounds painful.

I break eye contact with Minjae to check in on him, and when Seoha gets up with the bag, he keeps his head down like he’s hiding something.

"Seoha what’s wrong?" Minjae asks his friend, and Seoha looks up, his eyes are shining with tears.

The tension in my chest releases slightly, he likes the gifts, Taesan would be over the moon when I tell him.

"Give me a minute" Seoha says and goes into the apartment, still clutching the bag to his chest.

"Oh goddess help me, if you guys make him cry again..." Minjae says, poking my chest and I grab his arms.

My chest hurts from working out, and for some weird reason, I just wanted to hold his hand.

"Stop poking me" I murmur and I see the spark go out on his head, he’s furious.

"Oh? I should stop poking you but you can keep hurting my Seoha? Make it make sense you oaf!" he says and I pull him closer.

I can’t smell him properly, but the distress in his pheromones is concerning, is something wrong with the baby?

"Let me go!" he commands but I don’t, I just hold him, cursing my secondary gender for the first time in my life. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

What the hell is wrong with me?

"Is the baby okay?" I ask softly, watch his face, one eye to the other eye.

They are clear, full of life, but angry, angry at me.

"Is my baby your business, Junho-ssi?" he asks and I let him go, stepping back quietly.

He’s an omega, omegas want alphas, and he must have an alpha that sired his pup.

Since Taesan...and maybe with Yuki, I’ve never felt this way towards anyone else, I’m being stupid.

"No, your baby is not my business, Minjae-ssi, but it’s simple courtesy to look after one another" I say logically and he scoffs, loud and proud.

"Well thank you very much, my baby is very healthy" he says, but I see the blush colouring his cheeks.

The door opens behind us and Seoha comes out with the bag.

"I took my things out of it, here" he says and stretches the bag towards me.

Inside it are the three clothes Taesan made for him overnight, and I look up at Seoha’s face in surprise, he’s fighting back tears.

"T-tell Taesan that these are beautiful, B-but..." his voice breaks and Minjae hugs his friend’s side, glaring at me like it’s my fault.

What is going on? Doesn’t he like them?

"But, he told me that this world works by giving and taking, I won’t take anything from him when I have nothing to give" Seoha pushes the bag into my chest and I let it fall to the floor.

I watch the bag on the floor, it’s the open, beautiful white lace is peeking through.

No...this can’t be happening.

Seoha thinks Taesan is...mocking him? Doing charity?

How do I tell that Taesan designed and made them all just last night? That I met him drowning in fabrics with a pair scissors in hand?

How do I explain that Taesan is in love with him but don’t know what to do with himself?

This was how I met Taesan two weeks after Haseul, his mother’s death, he couldn’t talk or do anything.

So he immortalized him in art, making designs after designs of his mother, the first person to introduce him to a sewing machine when no one was looking.

This is how Taesan shows his love; he kills for you, hunts for you, and sows for you.

"Seoha-ssi, reconsider...Taesan doesn’t mean any harm, he just wanted to-"

"Didn’t you hear him? He said give them to that asshole" Minjae interrupts me, holding Seoha protectively.

I clench my jaw in tired and quiet frustration.

Misunderstandings like these can break them both, Taesan is already drowning in guilt and self hatred, and Seoha is breaking apart.

"Seoha, no one knows Taesan better than me, and I promise you, he means no harm" I say again and Minjae groans loudly.

"Your time is up, thanks for coming, have a good day" the pregnant omega says, pulling his friend into the apartment and slamming the door.

I stare at the bag at my feet for some seconds, wondering...what do I tell Taesan?

I don’t want to see him fall apart again, I don’t want to see him struggle again, I don’t want to see him slip completely into Captain’s space.

"Damn it, Kang Taesan, damn you" I mutter in complaint before bending forward to pick the bag and leave the building.

I shove it into my car and rest my head against the wheel.

’San, Seoha rejected you clothes, you have to appease him somehow’ I rehearse the words in my head.

Can I really say that to him?

Won’t he just...go mad?

While I think of how to approach him, my phone starts to ring, and I accept the call without checking who it is.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Uh...Junho, you need to come to the office right now, Taesan might end in prison for employee murder if you don’t" Yuki says and I curse under my breath.

Great timing to whoever it is that pissed him off.

Great timing.