Chapter Eleven

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Penyamaran's PoV

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I can feel the stinging burning deep and trying to drag out my tears, and I can't fight back. He told me he had changed, but clearly he hadn't. It wouldn't surprise me if he was still sleeping with other omegas and alphas behind my back. You'll probably say that it isn't possible since Yasuharu is always here and today was the only day I've been at work for months, but Damien is a crafty, intelligent man. He goes out for drinks often, for about two hours or more, which is plenty of time to play one round of fuckboy. It's sad to admit I still don't trust him, even after he promised he'd stop and I haven't seen him with anybody since. I just have a feeling deep down that I can't trust his promises anymore.

I look over to Yasuharu, who seems worried about the mark on my cheek, so I sigh. "Can you get the bandages in the lower cupboard in your bathroom?" He nods and gets up, hurrying to the bathroom to find the bandages. I can hear voices outside, and Damien seems to be trying to make them not come in. I feel the pain increase and I grunt, walking into the bathroom and looking at Yasu, figuring out which bandages he needs. I bend down beside him, pointing to a large square bandage. He smiles up at me, grabbing it and pushing the box back into the cupboard and closing it.

He gestures for me to sit on the toilet seat so he can get it on my cheek, so I did. He puts the bandage on my lap and gets a small towel and wets it, gently wiping the blood off. Even if the towel isn't actually soft, his gentle touch makes it feel so nice against the open wound and bruising outsides. How could Justin harm such a sweet boy? Then again, it is my fault for getting drunk and fucking the poor thing.

I flinch when he pulls away, smiling. "Oh, are you done?" He nods and I get up, patting his head gently. "You should go have a nap."

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Yasuharu's PoV

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I can hear quiet crying, and it causes my eyes to crack open the slightest bit, I look around at my surroundings before sitting up as quietly as I can. I look over to my left, staring at the boy crying into his hands and wiping his eyes with his palms, trying to be as quiet as he could. I shift slightly, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him, keeping my eyes closed and feeling his body loosen as his eyes land on me.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" I shake my head, even though he did wake me up with his crying. I lift an arm up, wiping his eyes and smiling. "I'll take you out to the shops in a few hours when Damien leaves for work to get you something to write on so it's not always a one-sided conversation." I nod happily and he shifts so my arms fall off and lays me back down, pulling the covers over himself as well as me and closes his eyes. . .