Junghoon turned on the heater before climbing on the bed, pulling the omega close.
"Relax," he whispered, kissing his temple. "We can leave it for another day if you're not—"
"No," Jihoon asserted, inhaling deeply. He snuggled closer to the alpha. "I have to get it... off my chest. Else, I'll be stuck in the past."
The other hummed in understanding.
"I was afraid you'll... judge me for the things I've done in the past," the omega whispered.
He exhaled quietly. "My hands are stained with the blood of innocents. I have... hurt people."
Junghoon hummed softly. "I'm not a saint, baby. I've killed people too."
"I'm the leader of a mafia," he added with a chuckle. "That gives me no right to judge you for your past."
Jihoon felt his heart lighten at the other's words. "Thank you for standing by me."
The alpha kissed his temple. "There's no need for that between us. I'm always here for you."
