It was shocking, but the bosses of Ganghopa and Jinjupa — Kang Hojun and Yeo Daewon — ended up swearing brotherhood with each other, and a merger was reached. The two of them fell in line with government policy and went ahead and founded a company called “KK Corporation.”
[Yeo says I should take the chairman position? Guess he’s really got no interest in this side of things.]
And even though the majority of the funds and the entire foundation of the company had been laid by Jinjupa’s boss Yeo Daewon, he handed the chairmanship of KK Corporation over to Kang Hojun — and so a bizarre conglomerate encompassing both an apparel company and a construction company was born.
“Hyung…… ha……”
And the dark-haired man now standing in front of Gu Jongyeol was none other than that Yeo Daewon’s one and only son.
[Yeonkyu! Here, it’s Mujin! Mujin!]
Gu Jongyeol remembered.
Gu Jongyeol was seventeen.
He had just become a nanny and was stumbling through one mistake after another when two four-year-olds appeared before him. Little Kang Yeonkyu, whom Gu Jongyeol was looking after, had come in beaming with a bob-haired little kid in tow — and at first, Gu Jongyeol had mistaken the child for a girl.
[Is this the Young Master’s girlfriend?]
[Giwlfwen?]
[Are you going to do this with him later…… hmm, are you doing this with him, Young Master.]
Gu Jongyeol had made a circle with his left hand and was about to poke his right index finger through it, then stopped himself. No matter how little he’d been taught, it wasn’t a gesture to be making in front of a small child.
Instead, he folded down every finger except his pinky, gave the lone standing pinky a little wiggle, and asked.
[Mmm……]
Little Kang Yeonkyu, who had no idea what he meant at the time, furrowed his brow in confusion — and the dark bob-haired kid beside him slowly looked up, fixed his gaze on Gu Jongyeol, and moved his lips.
[I have a willy.]
Gu Jongyeol was mildly surprised that a four-year-old had understood what he meant, but quickly responded with his usual flat indifference.
“I see.”
Brushing it off without much thought, he was then subjected to an entire day of being clung to and pestered by two small children who draped themselves around his neck and demanded to be played with.
[Jongyeol-jji! Jongyeol-jji!]
[Yeah, yeah.]
[Jongyeol, hello.]
[Oh, hey.]
[Jongyeol, long time no see.]
[Yeah, it’s been a while. Studying hard?]
“Jongyeol hyung. Have you been well?”
“Oh. It’s you.”
Eighteen more years had clearly passed since that day, and yet the way this dark-haired guy addressed Gu Jongyeol had gotten younger over time — from “mister” to “sir” and then, at some point, settling permanently on “hyung.”
[— Jongyeol hyung! Today’s Mujin’s birthday. There’s a party at Delight starting at eleven, so come pick me up later!]
Gu Jongyeol had been quietly pondering just why exactly he — someone who had been at Hwangseo Hospital not long ago — was now pinned against the wall of a club with barely functioning lights, when he recalled picking up Kang Yeonkyu’s giddy phone call.
That’s how it came to this.
Damn Young Master.
He was mildly irritated that the Young Master was involved again, but Gu Jongyeol quickly settled himself down.
Right. No matter how much of a pain in the ass the guy was, he was the Young Master’s friend — so some basic courtesy was in order. On top of that, he and this guy had been acquainted for eighteen years. There was some degree of history there.
Gu Jongyeol stared at Yeo Mujin — the Young Master’s friend — who had called out “hyung” and was now laughing softly.
A face that, had he lived an ordinary life, would have been scouted hundreds of times on the street alone — the kind that should have made your heart pound just having it hovering in front of you. And yet the lashes of Gu Jongyeol’s eyes didn’t so much as twitch as he looked at Yeo Mujin.
Unfortunate as it was, eighteen years of living as a beta in a den of alphas had left him completely unmoved even by a face that could make you gasp. That was probably why he could react this calmly.
Gu Jongyeol scrutinized Yeo Mujin, who had both cheeks flushed red and was smiling at him — clearly drunk.
Deep, dark eyes, a sharp nose, a clean jawline, full lips. His bangs, half fallen, swayed with every breath, and he was looking down at Gu Jongyeol — who stood well over 180 centimeters — with his head angled down. Well, his height was easily over 190 centimeters.
The little kid really grew up a lot.
Which was probably why he had the nerve to look at him with that expression that said he wanted to pin him down.
The discomfort surged up again and Gu Jongyeol furrowed his brow, then opened his mouth.
“Mujin.”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Say another word of that bullshit and I’ll smash that mouth of yours in.”
At Gu Jongyeol’s words — not even remotely close to gentle — Yeo Mujin burst out laughing. Part of Gu Jongyeol wanted to laugh right along with him, but what he’d heard moments ago was absolutely not something to laugh about.
[Can’t you just start being an omega from today?]
For Gu Jongyeol, who had actually become an omega, it was not a thing he could take lightly.
All he had done was come out at past one in the morning after being called in to collect his Young Master — and since his Young Master was apparently having himself a grand old time behind the closed VIP room door, he was simply waiting for the sex to be over.
I don’t feel like dealing with some kid making a drunk nuisance of himself over a few drinks.
Muttering “get lost” under his breath and furrowing his brow, Gu Jongyeol waved Yeo Mujin away.
“Hyung.”
But Yeo Mujin, who had absolutely no intention of listening to his warnings, shoved his flushed face closer and pressed his nose to the side of Gu Jongyeol’s neck, sniffing.
“You know you smell really good, hyung? Me, whenever I smell hyung, my lower half — ugh.”
Gu Jongyeol didn’t hold back any longer. Before Yeo Mujin could finish his sentence, he drove his right hand hard into his solar plexus. Yeo Mujin let out a short groan and collapsed forward into him, and Gu Jongyeol clicked his tongue and caught him.
Fuck……
This is a disaster.
If word got out that he’d beaten up the Young Master’s friend, it would be enormously problematic.
Cold sweat ran down his back.
“Jongyeol hyung, you still here…… Whoa, what’s going on? What’s wrong with Mujin?”
Gu Jongyeol was still hesitating over what to do with Yeo Mujin — who had passed out with his forehead resting on Gu Jongyeol’s shoulder — when the VIP room door, which had been nothing but a chorus of moans, swung open.
Completely naked, gripping the waist of someone whose gender was impossible to determine from here and still thrusting away, Kang Yeonkyu spotted Gu Jongyeol and Yeo Mujin leaning against the wall and opened his eyes wide.
Gu Jongyeol’s face crumpled, and Kang Yeonkyu shouted:
“Jongyeol hyuung! You can’t touch that one! He’s genuinely naive and takes everything at face value. Hyung, you didn’t actually do anything to him, right?”
Kang Yeonkyu looked back and forth between Gu Jongyeol and Yeo Mujin with a face that had gone pale — while, naturally, not pulling out that sturdy thing of his from the omega he’d been going at.
An omega.
The most dangerous one is the Young Master.
Gu Jongyeol breathed out slowly, firmly concluding that the number one threat to his chastity would undoubtedly be that blond. Then he reached over and grabbed Yeo Mujin — still unconscious with his head on Gu Jongyeol’s shoulder — firmly by the waist, and slung his arm over his shoulder.
“Young Master. I’ll be taking this one home.”
“Oh, yeah, th-thank you, ugh, thank you, Jongyeol hyung! Do that! Good, ngh, good work!”
Pull your dick out before you talk.
Gu Jongyeol shook his head. The guy was out of his mind.
