“Team Leader Gu, did you knock someone up? No, right? It can’t be!”
“Knock someone up? Jongyeol hyung got someone pregnant?”
“Isn’t Team Leader Gu a beta? How would a beta get someone pregnant!”
“Lies! This is a lie! Hyung definitely said he was a beta. That’s why I also……!”
“Which alpha bastard was it. How dare he get on top of hyung. We need to cut off that piece of trash’s cock right now!”
Gu Jongyeol stared blankly at the alphas who had flooded into his room in an instant, then ground his teeth.
He watched the members — no, the Secretary B Team staff — babbling incomprehensible things like “Hyung belongs to everyone!” in front of him, then let out a long, heavy sigh.
Gu Jongyeol slowly rose from the sofa.
“Yikes.”
“Oh shit. Hyung’s pissed.”
“Run — ugh!”
Gu Jongyeol propped one foot up on the table in front of the sofa. The subordinates who had been quietly slinking toward the door froze with a start. Gu Jongyeol smiled pleasantly and crooked his index finger at them.
“All of you, come here.”
At Gu Jongyeol’s bright smile, the subordinates’ faces went pale. But not a single one dared disobey the order of an omega disguised as a beta, and they approached Gu Jongyeol like dogs and bowed their heads.
Gu Jongyeol pulled on his gloves one by one as he curled up the corners of his mouth.
How many minutes had passed.
Fuck.
Even with the gloves on, the smell of blood is all over his hands. Smells rancid as hell. Gu Jongyeol tossed aside the gloves he’d been wearing and glanced down without expression. There were the alphas, groaning and writhing for the crime of running their mouths. If it was going to end up like this anyway, why make such a scene. Gu Jongyeol was barely concealing his irritation, grinding his teeth, when a knock came at the door.
“Come in.”
Park Gangsu, who entered at Gu Jongyeol’s command, flinched at the sight of the staff members turned into bloody messes, then calmly approached Gu Jongyeol.
“It’s not even a training day and you went this far.”
“Those crazy little bastards were spouting all kinds of nonsense. Fuck, they said I was pregnant!”
Gu Jongyeol shouted, fully enraged, and Park Gangsu nodded.
“So why did you come?”
“Ah, well.”
“……The Young Master?”
Park Gangsu gave an awkward smile in response to Gu Jongyeol’s probing question.
“The Young Master apparently got an omega pregnant. The Chairman asked you to look into whether it’s true and handle it.”
“Ugh, Young Master……”
Gu Jongyeol pictured Kang Yeonkyu’s glossy face — someone who never took a break from sticking his cock into things — and scratched his head roughly.
“Get me new gloves. Throw those out.”
“Yes.”
Gu Jongyeol watched Park Gangsu bow his head, then turned to address the room.
“Hey. All of you stop pretending to be hurt and get up. You’ve got work to do.”
At those words, the Secretary B Team members who had been rolling around on the floor groaning shot to their feet. Gu Jongyeol looked at them giggling sheepishly as they straightened their clothes, and let out a sigh.
Should I really just quit.
* * *
68 hours before the incident.
“Waaah! Huuuh!”
By the time Gu Jongyeol arrived at the location, the wailing was already echoing through the hallway.
“Oh, hyung!”
As Gu Jongyeol and the rest of KK Corporation’s Secretary B Team poured out of the elevator, a large figure who had been pacing nervously in front of a hotel room spotted him and let out a sound of relief.
Gu Jongyeol frowned at the hulking figure striding toward him.
“What took you so long! I’ve been waiting for ages — ugh.”
“Yangwoo. You know me. I don’t like being touched. Back off.”
Gu Jongyeol extended a long leg toward Kim Yangwoo, who was spreading both arms wide to pull him into a bear hug. His dress shoe connected with Kim Yangwoo’s stomach, making him flinch — then break into a sheepish grin.
“Where’s the Young Master?”
Kim Yangwoo said nothing and simply pointed to the hotel room door, from behind which the still-grating sound of “Wuuuh!” continued to ring out. Tch. Gu Jongyeol felt his head begin to throb.
“Man or woman?”
“A man.”
“How old?”
“Hard to say. Looked to be in his late twenties.”
“Where’d they meet?”
“A club.”
“Teres?”
“No. From what I heard, it was Delight?”
Gu Jongyeol nodded. Delight — that was the club where Yeo Mujin’s birthday party had been held not long ago. It was also a club that Kang Yeonkyu frequented so often it was practically his personal venue, and every so often omegas who had come fully prepared to be chosen by him would show up there with that sole purpose in mind.
[From what I know, most omegas aren’t that crude.]
But every omega I’ve ever laid eyes on had zero class.
He had no idea why Yeo Mujin’s message suddenly came to mind. Gu Jongyeol clicked his tongue, then looked over Kim Yangwoo — who was waiting on his orders — as well as Park Gangsu and the rest of the Secretary B Team members. Gu Jongyeol’s red lips parted.
“Whatever sounds you hear from inside, keep your mouths shut and stand by until I tell you to come in. Got it?”
At Gu Jongyeol’s words, the Secretary B Team members responded with a vigorous “Yes, hyung!” and moved in orderly formation, following behind Gu Jongyeol as he made his way toward the suite where Kang Yeonkyu was.
Gu Jongyeol nodded as his team members fell into line on either side of the suite door without being told. He glanced briefly at his team members’ grave expressions, then pressed the keycard Kim Yangwoo had handed him against the door lock.
“Wuuuh! Hic, huuh, waaah!”
With a beep, the door swung open, and a wail pierced his ears.
Gu Jongyeol — Kang Yeonkyu’s devoted caretaker — was fairly fond of the Young Master he looked after, but he despised nothing more than cleaning up the messes the Young Master left behind. Detaching one-night-stand-level entanglements was nothing to him, but specifically this — prying off omegas who claimed to be pregnant — was truly……
What a pain in the ass, seriously.
Gu Jongyeol shut the door behind him and strode inside.
“Hic, hic, what are you going to do about this. Hic, huuh!”
“What, fuck. Do whatever you want!”
“Waaah! You can’t, hic, you can’t just say that!”
“Then what do you want me to do? Take responsibility? Is that what you want?”
“Of course you, hic, huuh, have to take responsibility! There’s a baby, hic, a baby! It’s your baby!”
“What fucking baby! Is it my fault a kid got made? You were the one who came at me because you wanted it! And are you even actually pregnant?!”
A messy argument between an alpha and an omega was playing out in the living room of the large suite. Gu Jongyeol approached them — they appeared to have no mental space to notice his presence.
Ah, there he is.
“Huuh, waaah!”
“Hey, Seo Igyeong. How old are you, crying and making a scene like this. Going around with threats like this — do you actually want to die by my——”
Thwack——!!!
Gu Jongyeol lifted his leg toward the back of Kang Yeonkyu’s head — who was so busy shouting he hadn’t even noticed Gu Jongyeol’s arrival. And then with full force, he drove his knee straight into the back of Kang Yeonkyu’s skull.
