Taesan's POV
Someone's soft whimper brings me out of whatever the fuck I was stuck in.
Fuck.
Why do I feel so heavy? My throat is dry and sore. Trying to swallow doesn't help the soreness and my head is thudding painfully.
I hear the same whimper again and I open my eyes to look for the source as I reach under the pillow for my gun.
Why the hell are there needles stuck in my arms?
I rip them out carelessly, ignoring the blood seeping out as I pat the bed for my gun.
There's no gun under the pillow, and it's Seoha who's whimpering next to me.
"Baby?" I call him softly, holding his face in my hands and shaking him gently.
My mate is having a bad dream while I'm next to him, that's fucking unacceptable.
"Baby?" I call again and he breathes out softly before opening his eyes.
"Hey" I whisper and his eyes start to water.
"What's wrong?" I ask softly as his bottom lip juts out in a pout, making me confused.
