Jisung's POV
I am aware of everything.
I am too aware for my own liking, and I can't get him out.
His breathing, the way it changed when he heard my…bed partner's moans, the sound of his tiny whimper, trying to stay quiet and uncaught.
I know it all, the way he started to leak, the musky smell of his precum.
How I was able to smell that? Hell, I can't explain, it's driving even me crazy and off the edge.
Why am I so in tune with him? I wish I knew too, I grunt, pressing my head the tiled wall of my bathroom where he washes his body last night.
Even when he snuck out this morning, I was awake on the couch, watching him run away and I felt a sick sense of relief…I scared him off.
"Jisungie?" Yeon's voice calls from outside and I freeze up in the shower, already in a bad space of mind.
My brain is already dancing around the idea of the beta, and I don't want to meet the one that can make it worse, fuck it.
