Minjae’s POV

I can’t believe those two idiots left me all alone in a strange house.

They got into a fancy black car and drove into the night like an evil version of batman and robin.

I could only watch them drive off, standing at the window with my hands on my swollen belly. And once I realized that I was really forgotten, I did what every normal pregnant omega would do.

I snooped till I fell asleep in a random room that no one gave me the permission to use; that will teach him a lesson because I drooled everywhere.

Morning is here and none of them has returned for me, so I might as well continue my...self-tour.

I roll out of the comfortable bed and waddle down the short hallway of the house, going from corner to corner, peeking into rooms and opening different drawers.

From what I gathered so far, this is Junho’s place.

The entire place feels like him, rigid, stiff and in order.

At least it has more personality than Taesan’s prison-like mansion. I hope Seoha takes up decoration soon.

The fridge here only has energy drinks, and I make a face at that, sticking to only water.

I walk into the bedrooms again, there are three of them, and the one that has his scent is the biggest.

There is a room dedicated to workout tools and machines and it’s annoying.

I’m sure I can do more push ups than that man, I would definitely beat him in a competition, well, if I wasn’t pregnant.

I take a few more steps forward and pause to take in what I’m looking at. It feels so out of place in the world of a man like Junho

"Tch" I say under my breath as I eyeball the library of romance novels.

I pull one out and see that it’s written in English, a language that I studied halfway and stopped, so I shove it back in.

I walk back to the living room just in time to see the door unlocking.

Junho comes in and shuts the door slowly, leaning his back against the frame, and when his eyes meet mine, he doesn’t speak for a while.

"You’re awake" he says.

"You expected me dead?" I ask, holding a grudge for being left behind.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to get wrapped up in our...danger" he says and part of my grudge dies even if I don’t show it.

I’m too proud.

"What’s that?" I ask, nudging my chin at the bag in his hand.

"I got you breakfast" he says, holding the bag up and I make a face.

"You didn’t learn your lesson? You’re supposed to ask me before you get me anything" I huff but snatch the bag anyways.

I place it on the table in the room and sit on the couch, folding my legs under me as I eye him.

The beta’s eyes are scanning the room, and I pretend not to notice...yikes.

"Did you enjoy your tour?" he asks.

"What do you mean? I didn’t touch anything, I just stayed here" I lie and he chuckles.

If he had a gun in hand, that chuckle would have sounded like the last thing I would hear before death.

It’s soft, but somehow terrifying.

"The picture is tilted, the drawer is shut too securely, my slippers are staying too close"

"I get it, I get it, You’re a psychopath" I clap to be sarcastic, but Junho just stares at me and I feel a small spark of guilt.

"I’m sorry for invading your privacy" I apologize and he gives a single nod.

"It’s okay, I’m glad you felt comfortable in my space" he says.

I have to imagine a smile for him, because why is he saying something so heart fluttering with such a flat expression?

"Come sit, you’re making me nervous with all that dark energy" I wave my hand around to signify the ’dark energy’.

He looks handsome there, but he will look more handsome here with me.

The man bends down to take off his shoes, untying the lace of his scary boots, how does he even walk around in that torture device?

"Good morning" he says softly and sits next to me stiffly.

This close, I can see the tiredness in his eyes, and I can spot the blankness behind those eyes.

I can smell a hint of blood on him, and it dawns on me what I’m asking for.

I’m asking a killer to sit next to me, to laugh at my jokes, and to find me important enough to ask for what kind of drinks I want in the morning.

Am I not being stupid? I should run. Hop on the nearest bus and run for my life.

I blame Seoha for infecting me with his stupidness.

"Where were you last night?" I dare to ask and with that same stoic look, he gives me an answer.

"On a mission"

"Did you kill someone?"

"No"

"Will you kill someone?"

"Yes"

"You can’t even lie for my sake" I say with a nervous laughter, very aware of how close we are to each other.

"I don’t want to lie to you, Minjae, my former lover did that to me" he says and I breathe a sigh.

"It’s okay, don’t lie to me, it better that way" I say and reach out to brush his hair off his forehead.

"Are you okay?" I ask gently, searching his eyes for my answer and he gives me a tight-lipped smile.

"I will be now, do you want to go home to Seoha?" Junho asks and I blink twice.

Oh that’s right; I briefly forgot about my best friend and left him alone with that bear of a man.

"Can I call him instead?" I ask and Junho’s eyes light up.

I’m indirectly asking to stay, and I think he got the memo.

"Yes, I’ll bring my phone" he says and when he tries to get up, I pull him back down.

"Bring it later, first, take all these off, shower and come sleep" I say and he nods like I’m giving him a command.

I can do this.