Chapter Eight

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Yasuharu's PoV

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I feel a warm breath hit my neck, sending a long, delightful shiver around my whole body. "You smell like mangos. . ." I listen to him mumbling about my scent and turn my head to face him, feeling my face become hot when I realize who it is. How did this happen? Why did this happen? What's going to happen next? I sigh in his face, watching him flinch and move closer to the pillow he was holding, pushing his face into it and yawning quietly.

I open my mouth to speak but feel my mouth freeze and my eyes go dull as I remember I can't speak. I lift my arm up, then flick his head and watch him almost immediately sit up in shock.

"What was that for?" He mumbles, rubbing his head, I didn't flick him that hard, did I? Maybe I did, who knows - he could just be sensitive. I shrug in the silence to his question, sitting up and sorting out his bed hair. He blushes lightly and I smile down at him, but decide to do nothing more. "You dad talked to Damien earlier. I don't know if he's still here." He mutters, moving away and out of the bed. He undresses from any clothes he has on while I watch, but maybe he didn't notice I was staring. He pulls on some black trousers, a white button-up shirt and some black socks and turns to me. "Are you going to come or stay here?" He asks and I nod quickly, looking away.

"Alright."

He moves over, moving the sheets off and helping me out of bed. I lean on him silently, following him as he leads me out of the room, down the hall and down a large staircase. He looks around for a second before walking over towards the kitchen.

"Damien?" He calls out. I watch my brother perk up and turn around to look at us before I catch my father's eye soon before he stands up suddenly.

"Ah, dear god Yasu, you look terrible." He says very loudly and I look away without even a small sound.

"Dad! He only got out of the operation a few days ago and he's been feeling sick." Father nods silently and sits down with shaking hands. "Come sit down." Damien says after a few minutes of silence. The shorter guy who was helping me stand and walk moves forwards to the table and helps me in sitting down, but he never looks at me even once.

Damien ruffles up the shorty's hair and I watch without a facial expression to be felt, nor seen by myself and others.

"Ah! Stop that!" He mutters in protests, whacking away my brother's hand and moving his hair to being how it was originally. A mess. Damien chuckles at this and I look away and towards the floor, averting everyone's gaze when they turn to look at me in confusion.

"So. . ." Father starts off, putting his elbows on the table and locking his fingers together. "What will your arrangements for him be? Is he going back to Justin or is he going to stay here." I immediately stand up at the sound of his name, I shove the chair to the floor and back away with trembling legs and a sore throat.

"Yasuharu, be careful." I blink and look down to the smaller alpha grabbing my arm and pulling me over to the couch without hesitance. He sits me down and looks up to Damien and father with pure silence. "He doesn't like him being mentioned, so try avoid it." Damien nods quietly, then turns to face our dad.

"Right, my apologies." he mumbles after a while and I shift in my seat to face them all.

"Anyways," Damien glances over at the alpha next to me with a doubtful look, but he simply shrugs it off. What was his name again? Damien calls him Penny a lot, but that mustn't be his name. "We'll keep him here for a while, and if he feels ready, he will return or go wherever he feels safe or he feels he wants to go." He turns his attention back to Father and I blink.

"And how long do you think that will be? You can't stay here and play nurse and doctor. You have two businesses to run when you get married." I feel a tension go between the couple and the one who placed himself next to me a few moments ago begins to glare.

"Penny is quite capable of holding up his end of the agreement. He'll stay here to look after Yasu." He says without a single string of hesitance, nor emotion.

So he'll just be a male housewife? How did he ever accept doing that? I look down at him with a sorrowful expression for him. He doesn't seem anything like someone who would just stay home all day and look after kids and a brother of his fiance.

Why did he accept this as his fate?

Who even suggested such a damn thing?

Was It Damien?

Father?

His own Father?

Who knows.