Yujun's POV
"Yubin is coming, your father is hosting a meeting in our home" mother had said into the phone when she called this morning.
Mindlessly my fingers trace the edge of the scent patch I had borrowed from Jaehyun, itching to yank off the uncomfortable material and be free.
Father will murder me if he ever catches me without it.
"You know we are important now my son, hurry home and get a haircut" mother had urged, "I can't wait to be the mother of the girl that kills that Hwang brat" she had rambled on.
"Do you think he will finally let me move into the main house?" mother had gone on rambling while I bite my fingers in Jaehyun's room.
My mother is celebrating the potential destruction of the man I had surrendered my body to last night. Am I not doomed?.
Leaving Jaehyun's house while knowing what was waiting for me at home had been a struggle, but this is who I am.
I am first the son and the heir of Choi Sanwoo before I am anything else.
Even before I am human.
