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"I tried to die, but my body wouldn't cooperate. To take your own life, you need to be really determined to die-I wasn't quite there. Dying was terrifying, but living was excruciating."

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Avulsion

It was instinct that did it. Soongap reached out, and nimble, light fingers rested on the alpha’s wrist. Bongchun went still, his eyes staring at where the touch had landed. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted when I first saw you. I want you to know that it’s because of my own experiences that I was like that, not because of anything you did.” Bongchun’s shoulders dropped a fraction with each word and the slow stroke of Soongap’s thumb along his wrist. “I don’t think you’re scary at all.”

Bongchun looked up and held his gaze once more, easing with each breath. But where nerves and apologies had been, concern took its place. “Would you tell me? How did you end up in that cage?”

Soongap recoiled without thought, bringing his hand into his lap and dropping his chin to his chest. It wasn’t that he felt confronted or pressured. The mere mention of the cage reminded him of where all those deep bruises had cut into his flesh and bones. But warmth reclaimed him and pushed up against his outer thigh; Bongchun held his hand and sat closer before gently shushing. “It’s OK. You don't have to say. I just want to make sure I never do anything that would remind you of before.”

Soongap opened his mouth and inhaled deeply, and his body trembled with the exhale. “It’s not that I don’t want to say. It’s simply hard.”

“I understand.”

Looking up at the alpha towering over him, Soongap took in those big dark eyes full of perceived sadness on his behalf. Bongchun would be content with not knowing—Soongap was sure of that. And yet, still, he wanted to share, especially since Bongchun had shared his scars.

“It’s a long story,” he stated.

Bongchun shrugged his broad shoulders. “We have time.”