Kim Taehyung, a 37 year old omega, diagnosed with cancer was killed by his husband and best friend after he discovers them having an affair. Miraculously he was transported 10 years back when he was still in a relationship but not yet married. After...
I could feel my body tremble as I kept looking at him, not daring to make a sound. I just kept looking at him.
"Taehyung, Darling, are you alright? You look a bit pale!"
He tried to act concerned, but since I'd seen his real face, the act didn't fool me for even a second.
"Should I take you home? You're shaking a bit too"
Still, I didn't say anything, I couldn't say anything. Suddenly he put his arms around my waist, and that startled me. I took a look at his arms around my waist and then at him once again I repeated it, my already sour scent of cinnamon and honey started souring even more but he didn't pay attention to it. And all of a sudden I found my voice, I looked at his face and let out the loudest and most blood-curdling scream I could muster.
The scream startled him and he let go of my waist. I chased him around the room throwing anything that I could put my hands on at him.
"Babe! What's wrong? Don't you know it hurts?"
Min-Seok kept on asking me while grunting in pain.
But I didn't stop. I kept on pelting him with pens and highlighters. When I couldn't find any anymore, I took a handful of his hair and started tugging at it.
But I didn't notice his hand clenching tightly as if getting ready to hit me. But what I didn't know was that someone else noticed it.
As Min-Seok was getting ready to hit me a hand suddenly intervened and he was thrown off of me. A strong smell of peppermint and vanilla filled my senses.
"Mr. Kim Taehyung!"
A loud voice with utter dominance called my name. A strong, tattooed hand wrapped around my thin wrists, preventing me from going after him and start hitting him again.
"Snap out of it! We are at work what are you doing?"
It was none other than Jeon Jeongguk my old boss, the marketing head of J&P Food, and a true-blood alpha. Even though his picture in my head from ten years ago was foggy, seeing him now made the picture clearer. He was tall and always wore a suit, he was a man of few words and only spoke when absolutely necessary. But even then people are scared of him and respect him, even though half the workers are older than him. Maybe it's because of his cold behavior or just because of the unmistakable dominance and authority that oozes out of him.
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But his presence here confused me.
I just stared at him. Sensing my confusion his hard gaze softened up a bit and he pulled away from my wrist,
"Mr. Kim, are you alright? Do you want to go home? As you have finished your work you're free to go back if you want to.
Only then am I fully comprehending the fact that I am at my old workplace.
