Seoha's POV
"Seoha?" Taesan calls my name like it's his favorite word, and I look up at him.
While everyone chose to dance and eat and mingle, I chose to stick to Taesan's side for the rest of the evening.
He's here, and I'm not letting him leave my side no matter what. My clothes are starting to smell like him and I love it.
"Should we leave yet?" he asks for the fifth time in that deep voice and I shake my head in refusal.
One of the flowers in my hair falls loose, and my alpha catches it before it would hit the ground. He tucks its stem back into my hair and hums with satisfaction.
He's leaning against the wall to keep his weight off his leg and I'm standing in front of him. This position, as simple as it is, makes us look like we're flirting with each other.
"You want to stay some more?" he asks and I nod before looking at the people around us.
"The people of Hwangyeon feel like family" I say and he pulls me to himself, resting his chin on my head.
