Use Me Like A Drug (omegaverse bl)-Chapter 211: Burial ground

Yujun’s POV

The coldness of the floor bites into the soft skin of my knees but I don’t feel it, the marble floor is no match for the numbness starting to spread through my entire body.

The news has moved on to something else.

They are displaying the new building that the Kangs acquired and how powerful their moves have been since the shy son stepped up, the news anchor looks bright as she speaks about Kang Chan’s results.

Is that it? Jaehyun dies and the world just...moves on?

No one is trying to investigate, no one is asking questions, they are suddenly more interested in buildings than the man that built a whole school to hide and host young, abused omegas.

What is wrong with people?

"Yujun-ah, get up before you hurt yourself" Chan mutters softly, dragging me out of my mind the way he always does.

I hadn’t even noticed when he came to stand in front of me, I hadn’t noticed when he started to smooth my hair back...a whole human has been stolen from me among many things and he’s still walking and talking like all he has done for me is kindness.

"I have to take you to the hospital and look after you pup, hmm?" Chan says, helping me up, and I don’t protest.

I let him move me around like the doll he seems to think of me as, I’m too out of my mind to revolt against his touch...even though he makes my skin crawl.

He sighs softly beside me as he helps me back to the room I just came out of and sets me on the bed.

"I know you’re hurting...but have a good rest tonight, I promise I’ll take you to see the burial tomorrow" he says, and I lift my head.

"You have to promise me you’ll not do anything that will cause trouble" he urges softly and I clamp my lips shut, I don’t want to promise anything like that, and the alpha knows it, so he offers a small smile.

"Then we can go to the hospital and see your baby, hmm?" he says and stands up to get something from the wardrobe, a wardrobe that is already filled with the clothes he once gave Yujin, his dead mate.

"Look, I kept your jellyfish plushie...it reminds you of your pup, doesn’t it?" he says and places it on my chest, my hands reach up to grab the little plush and hold it closer to me, I wish I had shown Jaehyun once.

"Sleep now, in no time, it will feel alright" he says and leaves the room.

I don’t try to escape again, because I know...no matter what, I will still end up in his chain, he isn’t going to let me go, not when he thinks he is my only salvation.

I fall into a dreamless but fitful sleep.

By the time the next day comes I wake up late into the day.

In a rush, I get out of the bed and walk to the bottom of the stairs, and I find Chan on a call with a book in front of him, he is putting on his ’normal’ guy front.

"The burial" I say in a husky voice he puts down the phone, "good afternoon Yujun, did you sleep well?" he asks and I respond with a hostile growl that makes the alpha slowly get up from his seat.

"Hey...I’m just looking out for you" he says, releasing his pheromone...and goddess, I hate the way it works on me, the way my omega relaxes at his wordless command.

"Burial" I repeat while at war with myself, the tension of my body has worn off but my mind is still mine and still stubbornly active, "at least wash up...and eat" he says and I keep glaring at him.

He holds my lifeless stares for a few seconds, when I don’t blink or show signs of backing down, he lets out a heavy sigh and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Let’s go" he says and I follow him.

Clutching the plushie I woke up with to my chest, I hope that it’s all a lie...maybe the Hwangs are playing a prank, maybe when we get there, I’ll find Jaehyun wearing his ever-bright expression.

"The burial is taking place..." Chan starts to speak in the car and I tune him out, heart calling for my alpha’s death to be a cruel joke.

The car slows to a stop in a secluded area, there are already cars parked all around and paparazzi taking shots of the event, I freeze in the car as I spot a person carrying a portrait of Jaehyun with burial flowers.

Everyone looks sober, hands clasped behind backs, lips downturned, and eyes void of spark.

"He was such a good man" a person leaving the burial ground says as he walks in front of the car, "he’s really the rarest of the other chaebol kids born in this generation" his friend says and tsks.

People are saying it...talking about my alpha like the good man he is, but it hurts a lot, I press my face against the window and start to sob again.

A full-grown man that is crying like this will be laughed at by the whole world...but they’ll never understand.

No one will ever understand.

"Should I take you back?" Chan asks softly and I shake my head before getting out of the car, I want to at least see his grave, but Chan grabs my arm.

"What are you doing?" he asks me, keeping his voice low and his eyes darting around like he is avoiding something.

"Let me go" I hiss to him, and he pulls me to his body with a low growl, "Yujun-"

Just in time, I turn my head to see Yeon-mom and his husband leaving the ground, "M-mom" I whisper, "Mom!" I call out but Chan slaps his hand over mouth.

Both Yeon and Lord Hwang’s eyes meet mine and instead of coming for me as expected, Lord Hwang turns his husband away from me and whispers something in his ear as he takes him away.

"No...don’t leave me" a single tear slides down my cheek.

They hate me now, don’t they?

Their only child is dead because of me...