Arthur had no time to feel startled for too long, nor the chance to cover his bare upper body, as his eyes trailed the short message that Eugene had sent to his omega father--the one Eugene told him about during Hannah's graduation.
[This is Yujin]
[How have you been?]
It was short and awkward, typed like an old friend someone had never seen since graduation, who suddenly contacting out of nowhere with the objection of borrowing money or asking for some favor in the end.
The reply was even weirder.
[Gabriel Yujin?]
[Don't text further. Send message here...]
It was followed by a phone number, and a blocked notification. It was as dry and straightforward as a customer service operator shifting a complaint to the troubleshooting department. Or a corporate spy establishing a new channel.
"W-what should I do?"
