omcgahyeok:
THE OMEGA WAS WASHING HIS FACE IN THE RIVER, trying to send away all the trails of sleepiness that could be in his face. and, of course, he was on his sleeping clothes, an old and comfortable tunic. sanghyeok wasn’t expecting a hand on him, so the boy jumped in place, startled. “bora, what are you doing?”
he pulled his tunic away, sighing. “of course it’s full of holes, it’s what I use to sleep. not to mention that several people have already pulled it so it would be strange if it was new. just leave it.”
He didn’t really know Sanghyeok that well, only have spoken to him once or twice. Bora was a loner in the pack, having not really mad friends within his six years in the pack. A small huff came from the omega at the others words. Taking the tunic again, he tried to pull it off him. “Let me fix it!” He protested. Holes bothered him. A tunic needed to be hole free and nice to the sight. This one--- definitely not nice to the sight.




















