~Woo min~
I couldn't stay in that apartment another second. My rut was clawing at my insides like it wanted to rip me open, and every breath I took was full of Junho's heat, and those two assholes on my couch pretending they weren't the reason my life was fucked all over again. Park Min's word. His fucking word. Like that meant shit after everything.
I grabbed my keys, shoved my feet into sneakers, and slammed the door hard enough the walls shook. Didn't care if I woke anybody. Let them deal with it. I needed air that didn't smell like betrayal and desperation.
The streets were dead quiet, middle of the night turning into early morning, cold enough my breath puffed out white. I walked fast, hands jammed in my pockets, rut making my skin burn even in the freeze. Ended up at the park a few blocks over, the one with the shitty old swing set nobody uses anymore because the chains creak like they're about to snap.
