"UWAAAH…"
Garam flinched when Gunwoo suddenly burst into tears. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you hurt? In pain?"
"No, but Gunwoo doesn't like it when Dad and Daddy fight," Gunwoo said in a cracked voice. It seemed like their son was doing his best not to cry. "Daddy doesn't smell good right now. The scent is making Gunwoo's nose hurt…"
Ah.
Song Sihyuk was a bit upset, so the Alpha was releasing some stinky pheromones.
It wasn't that bad, but Gunwoo still picked it up.
I knew it— my baby can really smell pheromones.
"Our son is only four years old, right?" Song Sihyuk, that quick-witted bastard, asked with amusement in his voice. "Kids that age don't manifest yet."
"Let's talk about that later, Hyung," Garam said. He thought Gunwoo was still too young to hear that kind of conversation. "That's something I need to discuss with you anyway."
"Alright," Song Sihyuk said, nodding. "Let's talk later."
