Jihoon fidgeted nervously with his muffler, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. He glanced at his friend. "Do you think I should wear a turtleneck instead?"
Seungho calmly sipped his coffee before placing the cup down. "Wear what makes you comfortable."
The omega sucked his teeth. "You always say that," he grumbled under his breath.
"Just pray I never see that bastard again," his friend said, standing up. He placed the empty cup in the sink. "I'll reshape his face."
"You don't have to do that," Jihoon mumbled, grabbing his bag. "It's not entirely his fault."
Seungho scoffed, crossing his arms. "That's not—"
A gentle knock on the door cut him off mid sentence. "If it's that alpha—" he muttered as he threw it open.
"Good morning," a voice greeted politely, prompting Seungho to raise an eyebrow.
"And who are you?" he inquired, eyeing the formally dressed man.
