Chapter 102 - The Trauma Remains 1

The movement of the couch touching his back, along with the slight screeching sound between furniture and the floor shocks the alpha from his slumber. The sudden realization that his mate is still asleep in his arms, and the fact that somebody is on the couch, watching them stiffens him who is currently wishing for death.

Shit.

There is no sound other than some munching which bothers him. Minwoo still cannot let go of Wonho, wanting to pretend to still be asleep, at least, until the person behind them is gone but that person is eating so that will be a few more minute to an hour, depending on what their intention is. 'I thought appa told you to not touch Wono-hyung.'

Fuck. This guy knows he is awake. And who is he anyway? Hyung? So that means Wonho's brother?

Turning around slowly, he almost flinches when he sees the disinterested poker face which looks a lot like his omega, only a bit wider with a slight difference in some places. The man is still chomping on his cereal as he stares at Minwoo, not even care that he is basically interrupting their private time. 'Who are you?'

'I'm his brother. Duh.'

'Owh.' Minwoo doesn't know what more to say. Until yesterday night, there is only Seunghee. When the hell did this guy came here? And what the hell is his name?

'Byeongho.' He answers and Minwoo nods awkwardly, a bit creeped out that the man read his mind. Not to mention, he is still sitting on the sofa, not caring about them, and continues to eat his breakfast. 'By the way, appa and eomma just went out for their morning stroll.'

Minwoo's eyes widens.

'You're so dead.' Byeongho states, smirking.

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'I didn't know there's so many people here in the morning.' Wonho finally stops being bitter about being dragged out of the house so early in the morning with the excuse of exercising in the middle of winter, followed by breakfast when they can eat at home.

Minwoo only nods as he hungrily takes a bit out of his American-style breakfast, almost spitting out some to his mate if not for that sharp eyes warning him not to open his mouth while eating. Swallowing whole and drinking his coffee, he utters, 'Aren't you glad I forced you out?'

Well, he only did it because he was afraid of what the parents might do to him once they are back, so he hoped that doing this might give them some time to cool off, and really, really wish that Byeongho or Seunghee might do something wrong to distract them from what happened this morning. And he is betting for it to happen real soon, before they have to go back home.

Staring at Wonho biting on his eggs really elegantly with his mouth closed, his slim fingers gracefully cutting through, again Minwoo has to hold back his tongue to not comment on how pretty the omega looks while eating. Because, even though it is sunny-side, Eggs.

'I'll go pay first.' Minwoo gets up, earning a nod from his partner. Heading towards the cashier, he almost cursed at the line, mostly because of the scents of the omegas queuing before him. He still doesn't like them. He realized Wonho is an exception, which he initially thought was because the man is his mate. It came as a quite a shock to him the moment he noticed he didn't actually mind the omega's family as well. So now, he concluded that what happened to him all this while was actually the bond changing him. By causing this kind of reaction towards other omegas except family. Granted, he was never fond of Asian omegas to begin with, but that is another story. He bet he will now feel as disgusted with the European omegas too. He is sure of it.

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'Yah, Wono! Is that you?' Wonho almost jumps as he hears a voice calling him from behind when he is finishing up at the urinal. Realizing it is an alpha, he instinctively hides his scent and pulls up his pants, almost running away before remembering he is already mated. Turning his head towards the man, Wonho lets out a sigh when he identifies the man - his ex-classmate, one of his close friends in high school. It is weird, how he never noticed this scent before, this strong and dominating scent of an alpha when they were always together all three years of high school. It makes him realize how much his world has changed. Back when he was a beta, everyone was the same to him, be it alphas or omegas. They were just people. Now, as he is standing here, as an omega, he feels a bit intimidated just being in a room with his friend who he used to joke around with.

'Kimbum!' He pretends to be delighted, his palms already starting to sweat. There is this contradicting feeling, happiness of meeting his close friend, and fear of being in the presence of a strong alpha. He wants to hug the man like they always do, their fond memories together too precious to be thrown, but at the same time his legs want to run away, terrified of the fact that he is trapped with the kind that violated him. Forcing an awkward smile, he shows his hands and said, 'I'd hug you if I could but…'

'Eww. No thanks man.' Thank god. Laughing it off, he is at loss, wishing Kimbum will just go away. He wants to talk more, also missing his friend but more than that, he is fighting off his panic attack which is getting harder to control as Kimbum keeps getting closer out of excitement.

'How long are you here? Is Junjie here too?' The alpha asks, enthusiastically. 'Hwangho's back too! We should hang out together!'

Owh shit. Another alpha. Not that he mentioned it, Wonho's high school group was made of three alphas and two betas - him and Junjie. With his hands trying hard not to squeeze on his sweater, still dirty, he realizes his mouth starting to vibrate and his head starting to feel light. He knows if he stays here, stuttering and giving out his fear is the least of his concern. Walking straight towards the sink, he washes his hands and casually splashes himself with water, shocking his friend from the loud gasp. Realizing what he just did, Wonho turns towards Kimbum, trying to act cool. 'I, uh, have things to do at the university. Won't be here, uh, that l-long.'

'You okay?' Wonho flinches as Kimbum's hand touches his shoulder. 'Wono, you're pale…'

'G-gastric.' He lies and thanks god his friend is aware of his old condition enough to believe it to leave him alone. Pretending to walk towards the cubicle, he waves a weak goodbye to his friend who promised to contact him to hang out. Locking the door, Wonho sits on the floor, not caring that it is dirty, and starts to breathe slowly. It doesn't work; his chest tightens, so does his esophagus and before he realizes it, he throws up.