Chapter 73: Your pup, my past
Seoha’s POV
My daughter?
"Did you hit your head on your way here?" I ask with concern, holding his head and turning it from side to side.
What does he mean by that? Is he drinking now?
"Minjae, what did I tell you about drinking on work days?" I ask and he takes my hands off his head, "open your eyes and get a mirror" he says.
"Seoha, that girl looks too much like you to be normal, those eyes are exactly the same" he insists and I laugh nervously, "stop saying weird things, you know I’m a virgin"
"Were, Seoha, you were a virgin" Minjae corrects and I sigh, our first meeting in a long time shouldn’t go like this, we shouldn’t be having this strange conversation.
"Was a virgin, and so? Minnie-ya, if I have a kid, wouldn’t I be the first to know?" I ask and he opens his mouth to argue again.
"Are you watching crime shows again?" I ask and hug him, the omega places his hand on my lower back and leans into the hug, but I feel his dissatisfaction.
Minjae gives in and chooses to change the topic.
"I missed you, when are you coming back home?" he asks in a soft voice, a voice that is too soft Minjae, "soon" I lie to him, and he sighs against my shoulder.
"I don’t like this" he mutters and I hold him properly, pressing our chests together so tight that I can feel his heartbeat, and I smell the milk in his soft jasmine.
Milk?
"Minjae-ya" I whisper in shock, and his body shakes in my hold, he has been making jokes and acting loud when he should be falling apart.
My best friend is pregnant.
"Seungmin doesn’t want it" he sobs and my own eyes well up with tears, "oh Minnie-ya" I say as my omega whines in pain, feeling the sting of rejection for the unborn pup.
"Minnie..." I whisper his name, not knowing what to say and his sobs grows louder, "he doesn’t want the baby, and I don’t want to give it up" he cries.
"We’ll figure it out" I murmur, lying to both me and him. The situation takes me to the only vivid memory I have from when I was a child.
Six years and hungry, I snuck out of bed to go see mom, she always practices her guitar and always reserves extra food for me.
’Won’t you stay the night?’ she’s asking the stranger at the dining table, the man is eating her kimchi jjigae like it’s the first meal he is having in days.
I stand at the door with my mouth shut and my heart racing, always a kid with anxiety, strangers scare me.
It’s always just me, mom, her guitar and grandma.
’I have work’ the man says after one minute of chewing, the length of silence wasn’t necessary, but mom still wore a smile.
’Seoha-" mom starts and the man slams the table with both hands.
"Damn it, Minji! Can’t I just have a damn dinner without you bringing that thing up?’ he asks in a harsh voice.
’Honey, that ’thing’ is your son’ mom says calmly and he gets up, wiping his mouth with the white napkin, he unintentionally tosses it in my direction, and I look at it with horror.
’Seoha-ya, what are you doing out of bed?’ mom asks with her hand over her mouth and the man looks me up and down in a chilling way.
’What are you looking at?’ he growls at me and I shut my eyes in fear.
’Mom, I’m scared’ I cry and mom rushes to shield me, ’honey! don’t do that to him" she says defensively.
’I don’t know why you keep doing this to me Minji, really, it was me or the pup and you- I don’t even know why I’m here’ he says and leaves our home without finishing his meal, my reserved meal.
’Honey!’ mom calls after him but he doesn’t come back, it’s until I turn sixteen that he suddenly realizes that he needs a son.
The souring of Minjae’s scent brings me back to the room, he’s clinging to me and I’m holding on to him with everything, I won’t let anything happen to him.
"I- I will find a way" I say and he chuckles wetly.
The omega pulls back and looks at me with red eyes, "really? You are a mauled sex slave to a kidnapper, how are you going to save me?" he says and wipes the tears on my cheek.
"I’m not a sex slave" I say, managing to laugh despite the wetness of my face.
A knock on the door breaks our moment and we look at the door, Junho is standing there with a straight face, in his bodyguard mode.
"You are the motherfucker that kidnapped me" Minjae throws at him and as he raises a brow, I push Minjae behind me, "sorry, he’s just really ill-tempered" I apologize on his behalf.
"It’s time to go back" Junho says and Minjae cringes, "are you going to put me in a bag again?" he asks and when Junho doesn’t respond, he lets out a sigh.
"Fine, just, not too rough" he mutters and when Junho comes in, Minjae hugs me again, "I’ll see you again, right?" he asks and I nod.
Almost reduced to tears again, we didn’t even get thirty minutes together, I didn’t even get to comfort him well enough.
My life now...
"Don’t cry, we will meet again, I will find you" he says and kisses my cheek before shutting his eyes, calmly letting Junho put the bag over his head.
Junho gives me a sorry look before carrying Minjae bridal style.
"At least I get princess treatment" Minjae says and I laugh softly, I wish I can be like him, to laugh when everything is falling too fast.
"You own me so many explanations, Seo, I love you" he yells and I wipe off the tear under my eye, that omega, how can anyone not love him?
Should I ask Junho to visit Seungmin for Minjae?