"Not again!!!"
His feet flew to the trash can beside the vending machine. Yang was so pissed off like everything was falling apart in his hands. He clicked his tongue and then sat on the bench, he was thinking deeply. Whether he will bury Minyeok alive or torture him. There's only one thing he knows, that guy is really getting onto his nerves.
AUTHOR: You really want to punch him, do you?
{Of course! I want to land my fist onto his face}
AUTHOR: Then learn to control your pheromones first! idiot! If you don't stop emitting it, you'll end up attracting random omegas unless you want a harem.
{Who wouldn't like a harem.. I mean.. it's not the time to think about that right now!}
AUTHOR: See? You're really a pervy brat
{Hey! I'm not a pervert!}
Yang stood up, he slipped out a coin from his pocket and then pushed it inside the vending machine for a can of cola, He twitched backwards when he saw a familiar figure reflecting on the glass.
