Minjae's POV
"Yes, thank you" I mutter as I take the orange juice from the waiter.
I lift it to my mouth to take a sip but change my mind, I feel heavier than I should. This Junho thing is affecting me way more than I would like to admit.
"Stupid hunk" I groan and lean back tiredly in my seat.
The adrenaline from the whole mafia mess has died down now that Seoha is back with me, he's safe and that's all that matters.
Safe and wanted by a dangerous man that cares about him; I will keep trying to protect Seoha, but I know that his mate loves him.
My fingers idly play with the collar of my shirt, that was the place Seungmin's collar used to sit.
I stop wearing it a while ago, and I genuinely miss its weight on my neck, it was something I have been wearing for two years since Seungmin and I got serious.
The café I'm at is half empty, it's work time but I'm taking a much needed break, work makes me nauseous these days.
