"Young man?"
The man spoke again.
And without realizing it, Suga clenched his fists. Logically, there was no way the man would recognize him, not with the way he looked right now.
Trying to keep his composure, Suga quickly replied, "That's not mine, excuse me," then turned away and quickened his pace.
But even such a simple interaction, was that already part of this bastard's game?
"You wouldn't want your name called out loud, would you? Omega."
Suga's feet froze in place.
He let out a quiet, ironic laugh. Of course. Of course it came to this. It wasn't even shocking anymore. Of course this man had been targeting him too.
Suga didn't know how much he knew, but judging by his reputation, and the fact that the man was still thriving, still untouchable— that man being stupid would've been far more surprising.
