Byul_Byre

'When the heart is talking, the head has no choice but to shut up!'

Chin-hwa and Kang-woo grew up together; they had never been separated before, and without knowing, both started growing feelings for each other.

They kept this a secret, of course, but it looked like keeping it a secret was the very wrong decision to make because this stems forth a misunderstanding that brings about pain and suffering to both of them.

It can all be fixed, though, with a simple confession.

But who would make the confession when both were too worried about the other hating them for secretly bearing feelings for them?

It couldn't be fixed.

Then, a bitter and painful separation occurred that changed Chin-hwa's life. A separation that took away his shining star. His Byul.

But when he thought he would never see his Byul shining again, Kang-woo returns out of nowhere with far more charms and brilliance than he had three years ago. The charms of a dominant Omega.

But... Just coming back wasn't enough to heal Chin-hwa of the pain in his heart. He was tired.

So, instead of trying to get back to how things used to be, he decides to create a new route in front of them, shun his feelings, and push Kang-woo toward one of his friends in hopes that he doesn't fall any deeper than he already was.

But fate had other plans, of course. Their hearts and souls had been bound from the moment they were born, so no matter the obstacle they had to face, they would surely end up together.

After all, they just can't live without each other.

To Byul (Omegaverse)

Kang-woo was so lost in the music that even after Chin-hwa had closed the door and was standing right behind him listening to him play with a heavy heart, he still hadn't noticed anything.

The musical notes in front of his eyes were just for show, as he already knew what came next even without looking at them.

Chin-hwa watched his hand movements from behind, and then his eyes fell on the back of his neck, which was sweaty and glistening.

Just how long had he been there? How long had he been playing such a sad note?

Thanks to his sweat, the music room was filled with his pheromones. It lingered in the air but it wasn't harsh. It was something Chin-hwa could put up with.

What do I owe this privileged visit?