Park Min's POV
I was still frozen, hand wrapped around myself like a teenager who got caught, when Yu Jin stepped out from behind that paper-thin curtain.
Water dripped from his hair, down his chest, over the edge of the towel that sat way too low on his hips. His eyes went straight to my lap.
He didn't say anything for three whole seconds. Just stared.
Then he smiled.
"Wow," he said, voice low. "Five years and you still jerk off thinking about me. That's almost cute."
My face went hot. I yanked my hand out so fast I nearly slapped myself. "I wasn't…"
"Don't." He took one step closer. "Don't lie. It makes you look smaller than you already do."
He stopped right in front of me. Close enough that I could smell the cheap motel soap on his skin. Close enough that the heat coming off him made my mouth dry. This was probably why I hated omegas in the first place, this
"You know what the funny part is?" He tilted his head. "I used to pray you'd touch yourself thinking about me."
