"Do I smell that bad?"
Suga couldn't help but speak up mid-meal.
Hendrick chuckled again, shaking his head. "Your body doesn't. But Zion's pheromones…"
Suga continued chewing the rice in his mouth until he swallowed, then went on.
"I met someone earlier in the room. When I asked him where I was, he gave me the name of an island I've never heard of."
"Someone?" Hendrick asked, slightly tilting his head.
"Yeah. An omega. He was about to bring food for me. He said."
"Ah, yeah, he's right. We're on an island that doesn't show up on any maps."
"Why did you bring me here?"
Suga wanted to be sure about something. From their interaction so far, Hendrick didn't seem to suspect him of anything negative—the man's tone and manner treated Suga like a naive omega in need of help, an innocent omega who somehow managed to work at IHPS but got involved with a dangerous alpha prime named Zion and ended up confined in that alpha prime's house.
