Yunah's POV
Cuddling with my brother is something that is a part of me.
As long as I can remember, I have almost always slept next to him and whispered "I love you" to him.
He has never fallen asleep this early before and it bothers me.
Intently, I look at his sleeping face and my heart hurts for him, the faint scars and bruises on his face are proof of how much he has been through.
His face looks peaceful unlike when he's awake and his scent is a lot more stable even though his breathing stutters.
"Oppa" I call softly when he makes a small noise like he's in pain.
"No…" he whimpers and I place my hand to his head to sooth the frown away.
My brother is a good person, he has always been kind, and he has done nothing to deserve any of this, not from my parents, not from my mate.
His scent grows stronger, and I catch a whiff of that odd smell again, it makes me worried as I sit up.
Something is wrong.
