Yujun's POV
The ghost of Chan's kiss is still on my cheek.
I stand there with my eyes wide open in confusion, even after I watch him leave and my hands tremble.
'What was that' my omega asks in rage as my scent turns more sour with the seconds that pass.
"Sir" a guard calls, pulling me out of my daze.
I turn to look at him, the man has his hand cupping his nose to keep away the thick smell of my rage that pollutes the air.
"Come in please sir" he says and steps back for me to go in.
Without a word, I walk past him and into the house, fuming with every step I take to the room that is mine in this place.
I push open the door and walk in, the moment I do, I lay on the bed and let exhaustion wash over me.
I'm still dressed in the outside clothes but I lay there still.
The reminder of what I am looking forward to flashes through my mind, and I pick up my phone to look at the screen.
Four hours left till Yunah wakes up…till Jaehyun would call me.
