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Patting off his wet pants, Felix asked. He looked as if he had taken a shower again. He looked like a person who was ready to go to bed wearing wet hair, a white short-sleeved T-shirt and pajama pants. Isaac, who had caught his eye for a while, finally let out a long breath from his stiff shoulders.

"…I have a habit of sleeping alone. If someone talks to you when you're sleeping, you're surprised."

Isaac said calmly, wiping off his sweaty forehead with his palm. Felix held out a half empty cup of water to Isaac because he spilled it.

"It's water, so drink it first."

His throat was hoarse, so Isaac willingly took his cup and emptied it at once. There was a clear sense of cold water moving over the esophagus. I feel like I'm clearing my mind at last.

"I have a question."

Isaac, who had an empty cup in his hand, suddenly opened his mouth. Before I knew it, I came to Isaac's side, put one arm on the pillow, and Felix, who supported his head, asked again, "What is it?" Isaac, who was looking at him lying on his long legs, took a short deep breath.

"Why do you hate Omega so much?”

When asked the question, Felix's forehead was wrinkled. As if you've come up with something you don't want to recall.

"If you're having a hard time answering, you don't have to--

"I didn't like it before, but I didn't hate it that much."

It was when Isaac shook his hand, who seemed to have asked a useless question. Felix interrupted Isaac and opened his mouth.

"I hated the pheromones spilled by Omega, who were so determined that it was cheap, but sometimes it was enjoyable."

"…but?"

"I met an arrogant Omega four years ago."

Felix's eyes suddenly became fierce as he continued to talk while staring into space. Tendons spring up in his clenched fist as if he were grinding his teeth even to think of him. Isaac touched an empty glass for no reason.