No. It’s just that the omegas who used to be under the senior members suddenly came to mind. So that’s why those guys were so riled up all the time. No wonder — they were way too worked up.
…It sounds like the omegas around you really don’t hold back, hyung.
Hey. Could you hold back if you were surrounded by a bunch of built alphas? You’d just spread your legs and beg to be eaten.
Lololol
Tapping at his phone keypad in a listless, bored manner, Gu Jongyeol let out a long, wide yawn.
Having spent eighteen years living in a den crawling with alphas, Gu Jongyeol had watched countless alphas and omegas up close. Every omega he’d ever witnessed had always had their legs spread wide open for an alpha, drooling with their entire focus fixated on an alpha’s cock — they were perverts, plain and simple.
Gu Jongyeol shuddered as he recalled the omegas belonging to Ganghopa’s members — the very people who had contributed to cementing his equation of omega = sex-crazed freaks.
Heat, huh.
Somehow, he’d ended up in a place where alphas and omegas — supposedly rare — existed around every corner, yet Gu Jongyeol had been exempt from their particular cycles. He’d never had any reason to concern himself with things like heat cycles or ruts, figuring it was enough to know only what was necessary to manage the Young Master’s affairs.
He’d only ever kept track of the fact that around the time Kang Yeonkyu’s rut began, the number of omegas throwing themselves at him went up — and all he’d ever thought about was how to deal with them. Knowing that, it felt strange to find himself absorbing this kind of information one piece at a time. He stared blankly down at his phone.
Hyung! It’s Mujin. Do you have a moment? I read the pamphlet you gave me yesterday. I reached out because there are a few things I want to fill you in on.
Gu Jongyeol had a general aversion to books. For a Ganghopa member who preferred using his body over racking his brain, that was perhaps natural enough.
To that Gu Jongyeol, that damned Dr. Kim Juwon had handed over a thick book titled How to Live Happily as an Omega — otherwise known as “the pamphlet.”
Gu Jongyeol, who had an allergic reaction to anything dense with text, had been about to toss it straight into the trash the moment he received it. But Yeo Mujin, who’d been watching, smiled and offered to read it in his place.
[Jongyeol hyung. You’re not really a fan of reading, are you? I actually like it. How about I read through this pamphlet for you and summarize any important notes?]
Gu Jongyeol had wanted to ask why he’d bother with something so tedious, but he hadn’t seen the need to stop Yeo Mujin, who was already looking at him expectantly with bright eyes. After a moment’s deliberation, Gu Jongyeol scrunched up his face and tossed the pamphlet at him — Yeo Mujin had broken into a wide smile, and that was how things had ended up here.
Does this guy seriously have nothing better to do?
He should be in the thick of university classes right now, yet here he was, messaging him to explain what to watch out for as an omega, how to take the medication, what to do when heat hits, and even sharing government agency contact information. Looking at Yeo Mujin’s messages made him feel puzzled.
But well — he’s a good person.
Gu Jongyeol had been staring quietly down at his phone when he moved his fingers.
You?
Hm?
Yeo Mujin responded with confusion to Gu Jongyeol’s out-of-nowhere question. Gu Jongyeol sent the question again.
Has an omega in heat ever come at you? Or the other way around.
There was no response for a while after that. Did it not send? Gu Jongyeol frowned, staring at his phone that had gone silent for a full minute. It nagged at him for no particular reason — this guy had been chatting with him non-stop just moments before and now suddenly had nothing to say. Did I ask something weird?
Nope. I’m not popular lol
But at exactly one minute and one second, a reply came from Yeo Mujin. Gu Jongyeol, who had already typed “Hey” into the chat bar about to ask “Mujin, why no reply?” stopped short.
Unexpected.
For a friend of Kang Yeonkyu, this one was remarkably quiet.
It was a little unfair that the only dominant alpha in his twenties he knew was Kang Yeonkyu and he had to use him as a reference — but unlike Yeonkyu, who used to wave his perpetually unrelenting cock around at every opportunity, Yeo Mujin’s attitude and words painted a picture of someone admirably restrained.
Gu Jongyeol let out a small snort and was about to send a message signaling the conversation was wrapping up.
Hyung. But you’re still… okay right now, aren’t you?
It was right then. The conversation seemed to be more or less over, but Yeo Mujin spoke up again. This chat with the kid had been useful enough in its own way, but Gu Jongyeol was starting to get bored and had been mid-yawn when he moved his fingers.
Yeah. I’m perfectly fine lol
Omega manifestation, heat cycles — according to the doctor, Gu Jongyeol wouldn’t fully awaken or manifest as an omega for at least another year.
[As long as patient Gu Jongyeol doesn’t take anything like a heat accelerant, you can prepare at a leisurely pace. Ha ha!]
The image of that doctor’s annoyingly smooth face — the one he wanted to punch — floated into his mind, and his brow pinched. Then a message dinged in.
But omega heat can appear anytime, anywhere… Hyung, if you ever feel like something’s off with your body, please tell me right away.
Anytime?
Hey, Mujin. You don’t actually think I can’t take care of myself, do you?
Hm?
Relax with the worrying. I’m not that fragile.
But hyung.
There’s no “but.”
…
Ugh, fine. If my body feels even the slightest bit off in some god-awful way, I’ll contact you. Happy?
Lol yes. Please do, hyung.
Reluctantly pushed into agreeing, Gu Jongyeol gave in, and only then did Yeo Mujin send back a reply that seemed to say he could finally breathe easy. Gu Jongyeol made a face at Yeo Mujin’s message.
But why do I have to report changes in my body to this guy who isn’t even a doctor?
The question surfaced for a moment, but he quickly made sense of it.
Then again, that doctor isn’t by my side every moment — and it’d be nice to have at least one person among the members who can help me. He’s a member of the allied organization, but still.
Gu Jongyeol decided not to dig into the finer details.
“……Hyung. Hyung!”
“Fuck, hey. Hogwang. Where do you get off shoving that face of yours in front of me. You scared the hell out of me!”
Gu Jongyeol, who had been staring down at his phone with an unreadable expression, ground his teeth and snapped. At that, Ju Hogwang — one of the staff members of KK Corporation’s Construction Division Secretary B Team — looked down at Gu Jongyeol, who was sitting on the sofa with his feet propped up on the table, and frowned.
“Who is it.”
Gu Jongyeol shot back bluntly.
“What do you mean.”
“The person you’ve been messaging just now. Hyung, are you aware that ever since you came into the office today you’ve had your eyes glued to that phone?”
Gu Jongyeol felt a sudden pang in his chest.
I’ve had my eyes glued to my phone the whole time?
Now that he thought about it, maybe so. Gu Jongyeol quickly shoved his phone into his pocket. At that, Ju Hogwang’s eyes narrowed even further.
“Who is it. No wait — hyung has no interest in men, so it’s gotta be a woman. What woman is it?”
“What?”
“Fuck, what woman went and stole our Jongyeol hyung away from us!!”
Is this guy insane.
“What is he saying? Jongyeol hyung had sex?”
Ju Hogwang’s loud outburst blew open the door to the Secretary B Team leader’s office, which had been quiet until then. One by one, worked-up Secretary B Team members began filing in.
“Hey! What did you just say? Hyung did what?”
“Hyung! Did you finally do it? Who was the woman! Why’d you do it alone! Why didn’t you include me! I want to do it with hyung too!”
No, wait.
