The Survey Corps Mafia | Sansang

C8

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Yeosang had trouble eating, not only did he think about the price of his food but also because he felt that everyone on the restaurant was starting at him and knew he had nothing to do here. He had to take his mind off ii, but how? He had only San in front of him and this fact was already terribly scary on its own. The black-haired man seemed to read his mind as he asked.

"Tell me about yourself, Yeosang." The omega swallowed:

"I... I'm not someone very interesting."

"Let me be the judge of that, tell me about yourself, Yeosang."

The boy finished chewing his piece of meat before swallowing and saying.

"My name is Yeosang, I'm 19 years old, I run a tea salon near the business district. I am concerned that it is december and we have not yet had a single snowfall, I have a sister, she's an alpha."

Yeosang looked up at San at the end of his speech and smiled.

"And you are an omega" the omega blushes.

"And I am an omega but if you could avoid saying that in public, I'd appreciate it."

"What are you afraid of? I'm protecting you now."

The young man bite his tongue to avoid being too happy with this sentence.

"Maybe, but I don't want anyone to come and cause me any trouble."

San shrugged.

"I challenge anyone to come and cause problems with me as your alpha."

Yeosang blushed up to his ears, San wasn't his alpha, but did he know that? Because he seemed convinced he was.

"What about your parents?"

This question had the effect of a cold shower for Yeosang, the omega didn't like to talk about his parents. The memory of their death was still very painful for him. So he simply remained as evasive as possible.

"My father was an alpha, he was a doctor, my mother was a beta and worked in a tea salon she would have liked to buy, we had a house in Namwon."

"You're talking about the past, am I to assume they're dead?" He felt his throat tighten.

"Yes."

Yeosang took another piece of meat and chewed it to take his mind off the conversation.

"How did they die?"

The young man froze and remained silent for a moment.

"Car accident."

"Were your parents responsible?"

"... No, the culprit was never found."

"When did this happen?"

Yeosang closed his eyes to contain his tears. It was painful.

"San."

"When?"

The young boy bite his lip, the tone of his voice forced him to answer, even if he didn't want to. A tear rolled down his cheek, it hurt him, he jumped slightly when he felt San's fingers against his cheek. The alpha was very delicate as he wiped the youngest's tear.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

The boy was surprised by San's behavior, but he brought him a feeling of comfort that he had not known for a long time.

"On August 18, last year" Yeosang whispered without taking his eyes off San.

A short silence settled between them before the black man gently spoke.