He discovered a runaway child next to a fallen motorcycle at the crack of dawn on December 31st.
“Did you run away from home?”
“f*ck.”
“You’re an Alpha, right?”
“How…did you know?”
“Well, just.”
“You’re…an Omega?”
Yeonwoo, who momentarily helped an Alpha boy similar to his height. His misery was too intense for him to recall that tiny detail of help. As he returned to school after a three-year break, as if he had fled from terrible things about dominant Alphas, he met an Alpha in the library. Tall, with a pleasant pheromone that spread as though possessed. He continued to approach Yeonwoo.
“Don’t you go to school?”
“I took a leave of absence. What about you, Yeonwoo?”
“Me too. I will attend next year.”
“Which school?”
“University W.”
His face was tinged with amazement. Yeonwoo heard a low pitched voice as if he had suppressed his emotions.
“You are my senior.”
