Shael was cleaning out the clothes cabinet when he came across a set of silk garments. He spread them out, the delicate lace made them look strikingly beautiful. A memory of himself selecting those very laces at the shop surfaced in his mind.
So he tailored them? But… he never once forced me to wear them.
Shael touched the delicate laces with his fingertips. I don't even go out now, maybe I can wear them now.
Ronan opened the door and saw Shael dressed in one of the shirts.
"Why are you wearing that? You hate to wear something like that, don't you?" Ronan loosened his tie, removed his coat and placed onto the holder.
"I don't hate it."
"I know you like it, but you hate to wear it because it gives off the wrong image." He sat down at the dining table. Shael was done placing the dishes.
"But I don't go outside now, so I thought it's okay to dress like that." Shael grabbed his spoons.
"Then how about shopping some more? A store near Ramaize station sells especially these kinds of pretty dresses for male omegas," Ronan took a big bite.
"No, it's alright, I guess. If I get too much into it, I might start spoiling myself." Shael looked at Ronan and chuckled awkwardly. "I mean I will just pass onto this."
"It's alright, I understand. After all, you went through a complex childhood. It's not easy to overcome traumas, we can take it slowly."
Shael never talked about his childhood in front of Ronan since he lost his memories.
"How do you know that?"
Ronan's hands froze for a moment before he leaned back. "Your brothers looked down at you for being an omega, not to mention your father. Isn't that obvious?"
"But I never mentioned that."
"You gave a detailed statement to the police to avoid further attacks when your second brother was jailed."
Shael's eyebrows relaxed. "Oh yeah, you still remember that."
Ronan tried to stay silent because he didn't want to slip on his words again.
Shael gathered the dishes to take them to the basin after they finished eating. Suddenly, the lights went out. His hands went numb, and the dishes slipped from his grasp, shattering against the floor with a sharp crash.
Ronan rushed to him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"It's okay, it's just a power outage. I'll turn on the flashlight," he said, switching on his phone's light.
In the dim glow, he noticed Shael trembling, his breaths coming quick and uneven. "Shael I'm here. You're not alone. It's alright," Ronan whispered.
Moments later the lights flickered back on, flooding the house with brightness. Shael sank down into Ronan's lap, his body still trembling from the sudden fear.
Ronan carried him to the bedroom. "Stay here, let me take care of the broken dishes."
Shael quickly grabbed his hand. "Stay here with me until I fall asleep."
"Alright, I will stay with you," Ronan kissed Shael's forehead. "Good night, Jasmine flower."
Shael's eyes rounded at the mention of Jasmine flower. Ronan was hit with quick realization at his words and got up from the bed.
"Ronan," Shael's words froze his feet.
"It's you, right? You are back, right? You have regained your memories, right?"
The air between them grew heavy. Ronan couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and tears streamed down his face.
Behind him, the sheets rustled softly. Then warmth pressed against his back and Shael's arms slid around his waist.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Ronan's voice cracked. "How could I possibly tell you? I hurt you like a beast, I broke you into pieces with my own hands."
Shael's embrace tightened. "That's not it, you are my healing."
Ronan turned, then his eyes met Shael's. His chest tightened. "But I hurt you."
Shael's voice wavered. "That's okay, as long as it's you, that's okay."
Ronan took Shael into his arms, burying his face against Shael's shoulder. His tears kept falling, but neither of them spoke.
Corvin knocked at Sorrell's door and entered the room. Sorrell walked out of the shower in pajamas, a towel on his head, water dripping down his face.
"Don't just casually walk into my room," Sorrell frowned.
"Alright, I just wanted to ask, how would you commute to work tomorrow?" Corvin asked while his heart raced at Sorrell's sight.
"I was using a company car, but I was afraid Aramin would try to get to me, so I have been commuting with public transport." Sorrell settled down on the bed. He pulled his towel away, showing his neck, and Corvin looked away glancing around randomly before looking back at Sorrell.
"Then I would assign Gram as your driver."
"No need, just give me the keys, I will drive myself."
"Sorrell, you can drive yourself later but right now you need more protection." Corvin walked closer. "Let him pick and drop you just for a few months."
"Then tell him to drop me at the basement instead of in front of the company, I don't want to make a fuss about it."
"Alright then. Take a good rest."
Sorrell stole a glance at Corvin. He is not so clingy. Maybe he is more about having passionate sex.
Corvin walked to the door and turned around to look at Sorrell. Sorrell quickly looked away, avoiding his eyes, and Corvin walked out, closing the door behind him.
Corvin didn't walk away and stared at the door.
Does he hate me for making him sleep with me that night? He doesn't want me to enter his room. That means he wants me to keep a distance.
He let out a sigh and whispered, "Good night, Sorrell."