Park Min's POV
I didn't even wait for the phone to finish vibrating before I snatched it. The second I heard, "Is this Park Min? Man, we gotta talk about our omegas," my brain rolled straight out of my skull, did a backflip, and came back with a baseball bat.
"Where?" I snapped, because clearly I wasn't in the mood for introductions, explanations, or whatever emotional support hotline this idiot thought he was running.
The guy chuckled like we were old friends and not two strangers bonding over shared trauma. "Let's meet at a restaurant. In twenty minutes. I'll send you the address."
Before I could tell him to choke on a spoon, he hung up.
Mom immediately grabbed my wrist. "No. Absolutely not. You are not going."
I yanked my hand back. "Watch me."
"You don't even know who he is."
