~Woo min~
The apartment reeked of heat, thick, sweet, and desperate. Junho's scent was everywhere, mixed with Jae's softer mated one. My rut snarled in my chest the second I stepped in.
I asked Jae to take him to my new home. I wasn't living in Park Min's penthouse anymore, I wasn't some sort of stray.
Jae was on the couch, elbows on knees, looking wrecked. He stood up fast when he saw us.
"He's sleeping," he said quickly, eyes on me. "Finally. Suppressants kicked in hard about twenty minutes ago. He fought them like hell, kept calling for you."
My throat closed up.
Yu Jin made a soft noise and headed straight for the bedroom, Rin still in his arms.
I started after him, but Park Min caught my arm. Not hard, just enough.
"Let them," he said. "Yu Jin needs this."
I yanked free but didn't argue. Because yeah, he did.
From the bedroom I heard Yu Jin's voice crack again, then Rin's higher one saying "Father I want to skeep sleeping, shh," like he was the parent.
Then silence.
