✅ If I Decide To LEAVE YOU ~ [English Version ]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣- 2

If I Decide To LEAVE YOU ~
[YIZHAN- Wattpad]
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My friends always tell me that when I find my destiny my life will change around this person.

I really don't take their words into account, none of them have found theirs.

Your claims are based on the comments of others, so your theories definitely don't have a solid foundation.

The only thing we can guarantee is that we will recognize it by the aroma that characterizes it.

It binds to the emanation that arises so that it can bind or transmit something (such as feelings of happiness or fear), even inadvertently or naturally.

For example, flowers give off fragrances to attract pollinators.

It is also common for aromas to emanate from food.

Odors, of course, can be unpleasant, such as those expelled from waste.

What I want to get to with all this is that, when destiny wants to put me in front of that person, I will know it by its aroma, only the destined one will know how to differentiate your true essence.

What I mean by this?

I'll give you a simple example: people around me say that I smell like wood.

Yes, don't ask me what kind because only my destiny knows.

When my alpha friends start talking about their nights of pleasure, I start to slowly back away.

They say that having sex with your destiny is like touching the sky with your hands... Yes, people as inexperienced in this subject as they can talk about it.

When an omega starts releasing pheromones it is like a drug that you will need all your life once you try it.

The same will happen to him when I do the same with my alpha pheromones; the mixture of both will be unique.

You won't be able to stay away from that person once that happens.

You will want to protect him, be the cause of him body trembling with pleasure when you go through every part of his skin, fill it completely with kisses and caresses....

All this seems to me an absurd fantasy.

Now, I just realized that I have lost myself in my absurd thoughts while walking; because now I am at the stop, waiting for the arrival of the bus

My name is Wang Yibo, I am a 22 year old Alpha, I finished my studies with the best grades.

I work part time, not because I need the money, my father got tired of telling me that have the position of vice president in his company, but that's not my thing.

I prefer to spend my free time feeling the adrenaline on wheels, either on my motorcycle or on my skateboard.

I also have a car but using it is not my priority.

I am clear that money is not everything in life, contrary to what my father thinks, who lives 24/7 locked up in his office. When my mother complains that he spends a lot of time away from home, he locks himself in his study.

It would be practically the same but inside the home...

I definitely don't want that life.

I am about to stop the bus but I realize that the person who is about to cross the road is not in his five senses.

It must be the hat and the mask that excessively annul his vision.

My alarms are activated, I make signs to him that he does not understand and I am forced to run to meet him.

I don't want to be the cause of him ending his life because of stopping my bus... Even if it costs me to wait half an hour more.

I pull his arm before he even sets foot on the pavement, he turns automatically and I wrap my arms around him.

"Shit!"

It's the only thing I manage to scream when I trip over the curb and we fall instantly: he on top of me.

His eyes are red and swollen... Was he crying?... Is it the reason that his attention was not on the traffic light and he nearly died or is it that I prevented a suspected suicide?...

His small, watery gaze is locked on mine, his lashes flicking back and forth until he realizes where we've been in the last couple of minutes.

I noticed his body tense as he realized my arms were protecting him.

He began to move to get up, then extended his hand to help me, because I stayed all this time observing his movements lying on the ground.

It seemed to me that his cheeks rose towards his eyes, then I imagined a smile under that mask... was he laughing at his savior?

"Thank you" He whispered to me as he held and lightly squeezed the same hand with which he helped me up from the ground.

I felt my entire body collapse at that simple touch.

When I wanted to answer he had already crossed the road and his figure disappeared around the corner.

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𝕋𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕.......

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