"i thought we loved each other?!"
"it was nothing than a mere attraction..."
after 18 years of breakup , yoon jeonghan, the famous fashion designer,an omega,
meets his ex boyfriend choi seungcheol, the ceo of the most famous company CSC corporatio...
Seungcheol dashed through the hospital halls, his chest tightening with every step.
His mother had always been resilient, never one to complain, so hearing that she'd been admitted was like a punch to the gut.
His mind whirled with worst-case scenarios as he finally reached her room, flinging the door open with a loud thud.
What he saw stopped him in his tracks.
His mother was lying on the hospital bed, dramatically draped across the pillows, her hand clutching her chest like she was in the middle of a period drama.
Her eyes fluttered open, just a crack, as she let out a strained, breathy sigh.
"Oh, Seungcheol, is that you?"
she whispered, her voice filled with a kind of forced frailty that would have made any Oscar-winning actress jealous.
"Mom!" He rushed to her side, taking her hand in his, his own trembling.
He scanned her face, looking for signs of real distress, but all he found was that oddly suspicious twinkle in her eye.
"What happened? Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor?"
She let out another dramatic sigh, louder this time, but she squeezed his hand with surprising strength.
"Oh, no, my dear son, don't leave my side. I... I don't know how much longer I have left."
She closed her eyes again, pressing the back of her other hand to her forehead, sighing like the weight of the world was on her shoulders.
Seungcheol's concern began to melt into confusion, and then, irritation. His brows furrowed as he tried to ignore the voice in the back of his head that whispered she might be messing with him.
"Mom, you're squeezing my hand pretty tightly for someone on their last breath."
Her eyes flew open at his comment, and she quickly rearranged her expression back into one of agony.
"Well, I don't want to be a burden... but if you could just stay here a little longer, you know... I just..."
The words faltered, and for a moment, something in his chest tugged hard—fear, mixed with a yearning he tried to bury. He hated how much he needed to believe her, even when he knew she was probably faking it. The thought of losing her, after losing his father, made his stomach twist.
He found himself bending closer, letting his defenses slip, just in case this time, she wasn't joking.
"Okay, okay, I'm not going anywhere," he muttered, his voice gruff with the emotions clawing at his chest
He tried to steady himself, but his hands still shook. "Just... just take deep breaths, alright?"
She patted his hand weakly, a gesture that would have been sweet if it hadn't been so exaggerated.
"Oh, Seungcheol... you're such a good son... but you're so lonely, my poor baby..."
