C/W: flashing between past memory and the present reality. Self-harming.
Taesan's POV
Struggling?
Struggling is an understatement. I'm falling apart and I'm doing that too quickly. My senses are doused in fucking red.
There is the warm stickiness of blood on my hands. They've cleaned me up but it's still there.
There's the metallic smell of blood on me teasing my nose. It's my own blood, but it's grounding.
There's the taste of blood in my mouth. I bit myself while fighting Junho off, I'll kill him when I see him later.
I'm flashing between the past and the present, and it's all happening too fast.
The screams of shit eating lawyers and the gentle conversations of my parents are mixing together in my head.
"Seoha" I rasp.
I don't want to lift myself off the concrete floor. This is the room where we lock feral alphas, the room where I can lose my mind and not anyone.
'Seoha' my alpha says that name, that sweet name, but fuck. I can't have him right now.
