Yu Jin's POV
He was still shaking against the door when I scooped him up like he weighed nothing (because right now he did) and carried him through the penthouse. His arms looped around my neck on instinct, face buried in my shoulder, hot tears soaking my collar.
"I can't," he kept whispering, over and over, like a broken record. "Yu Jin, I can't, I've never, I swear I've never let anyone, I'm not, I don't. Look bro"
"Brooo?!" That got me cracked up.
"A few days ago I was your little omega and now we're going on full bro?"
"Shh." I kicked open his bedroom door, tossed him onto the mattress. He bounced once, tried to scramble back, but I was already crawling over him, pinning his wrists above his head again.
He looked up at me with those wet, red-rimmed eyes, chest heaving, cock soft and spent between his legs but still leaking little drops of slick like his body hadn't gotten the memo that he was terrified.
