Seoha's POV
Memory; one year ago.
It's spring, and for the first time in weeks, Daeshin is taking me for a walk like a dog.
It's to see the cherry blossoms, I really like the pink flowers, but it's scary to go see them alone.
I still have no mark, no collar, not even his scent on from intimate moments…nothing.
Daeshin stopped to greet a friend from work, so I stand in front of the store, staring up at the glass display of newly made collars.
After a while, Daeshin's warm hand slides into mine, he's still talking to the omega man.
While he talks, I gently squeeze his hand, passing a silent message to my boyfriend.
"Daeshin…" I whisper, tugging on his hand gently, and he looks at me like he doesn't understand the message I'm passing.
"Daeshin" I say again, daring to point at the collar with one shaky finger.
"Have some decency, Seoha" he leans down to whisper in my ear, and I drop my hand.
