《Tensegrity》


 CH 1

    0. Proposal


    For several days, he felt sick to his stomach, so he made an appointment with the omega internal medicine clinic he used to attend. It was a hospital that knew him well. However, the hospital director recommended that he go to Hansako University Hospital. He was terrified to know what the problem was.


    What''s more, the hospital that even made reservations for him was a difficult place to go. The foreshadowing was not good. The moment he met his alpha female doctor, he knew the reason for the move wasn''t because he was seriously ill, but that someone had intervene.


    "Executive Director Min contacted me. He will arrive around the time the inspection is over, so don''t worry. Go ahead and lie down."


    During the ultrasound, Junkyung''s spine became cold. How did he know where he was? Does he have someone followed him? If so, when?


    While the ominous imagination continued, the examination was over. The doctor took off the silicone gloves and nagged with the doctor''s characteristic cynical voice.


    "It was around the time when Executive Director Min ran up to the hospital while carrying Jun-Kyung Ho trembling."


    There was no such thing of that cold man carrying Jun-Kyung and running since due to his cold personality, he is even more fussy.


    "The fetus is fine. He looks healthy right now." Rather than the doctor''s nonsensical talk, the word "fetus" struck Junkyung hard on the back of the head.


    "But this is because Executive Director Min is an alpha out of grade. Did you have any sperm boosters? Jun-Kyung Ho''s hormone level is close to infertility so having a child truly is a miracle. At this point, this can become the subject of research."


    Unfamiliar sound did not even reach his ears. I knew it. I half thought it would be like this. But when I was confirmed to be killed, I was dazed. His brain was messed up. A fetus means pregnancy. The time is then? Actually it happened only once, so of course it was at that time.


    The doctor monitored Jun-Kyung''s abdomen with an ultrasound machine, and the nurse drew blood without any sound.


    Meanwhile, Executive Director Min arrived. The doctor was more than happy to see a strong man walking through the curtains of the examination room.


    "You are here. Just finished the test. Wait a minute."


    While the nurse silently concentrates on post-medical treatment, the attending ignores the person involved and give a detailed explanation to the man who has no legal relationship nor is personally related to the patient.


    "The fetus is healthy. Of course,that''s only the case now. If his hormone level doesn''t rise to a stable level, he''s likely to have a miscarriage. I got the blood drawn, so I''ll prescribe hormone injections as soon as the results come out. Of course, no crowds. Contrary to its appearance, the uterus is weak. Sexual intercourse is also prohibited. Do you understand?"


    To a man whom most people are wary and fearful due his huge body and terrifying aura, the attending physician uses a mixture of sarcasm and respect.


    Executive Director Min doesn''t look too bad either. The question of the relationship the two had disappeared from his head, since his situation right now is more difficult.


    Executive Director Min waited patiently for Junkyung to change clothes and come out. After that, he led Junkyung to an empty VIP ward without saying hello.


    "Does anyone know about this besides us?"


    Junkyung slowly shook his head. Except for doctors and nurses, there are only two people who know of the child''s existence right now.


    Will you give birth? I never thought about it. No, I didn''t have time to think. I just found out I''m pregnant.


    Before giving birth or not, it was difficult to realize that there was a child in the womb. He couldn''t answer right away. While he was hesitating without a specific answer, Executive Director Min waited patiently.


    When the silence became awkward, Junkyung opened his mouth with a low sigh. "I don''t know, but...."


    "But?"


    "I can''t even give birth.......yeah, first of all, it''s my bloodline and it''s my responsibility, so I want to discuss it with my parents and make a decision." Yes, now that this has happened, it is right to discuss it with parents and make a decision. It was the most ideal and sane answer that Junkyung thought of.


    "There is a high chance of giving birth."


    "No what....I can''t give you a definitive answer." He can''t really say anything. It wasn''t a crime, but Junkyung could not raise his head. He stood a little distance and looked down only at the feet of Executive Director Seon Min.It was embarrassing and sad and scary at the same time. How did he fall into a situation of being a "single parent" that he had never thought about in his life? He wish someone could offer a cool solution instead.


    "Then, let''s do this. If you give birth, that child will be raised as my child. Half of it is from my bloodline."


    His bloodline. The baby is Min Hyun-seung child, so it''s true that the baby has Min Hyun-seung''s blood. But half?


    He is out of breath for nothing. Is it because it''s early in pregnancy?


    Pregnant.


    Junkyung was terrified of thinking of that unfamiliar word. It was an instinctive rejection evoked by his firm identity as a beta male, unlike his body that was an Omega.


    "But" Junkyung stopped the words he had struggled to bring out again. He need think to think carefully about what to do with the child who was born from a moment of inattention and to think carefully about this situation in the first place. Earlier, he hoped that someone would give him an answer, but now he was quite upset when someone talked about his personal problems. Whatever he does with his child, it is a matter that he should think entirely on his own.


    "Even if I give birth, I have no intention of selling my child there."


    He raised his eyes straight with rejection. Contempt is the only thing that can be returned to the rudeness of arbitrarily interfering with extremely personal matters. The other party remain unaffected by him.


    Should I use my fists?


    Unfortunately, Junkyung was not able to. His fucking hormones made him feel nauseous, breathless, and slightly dizzy. He only had an ultrasound, but it also subtly tugged at his abdomen. In fact, he was tormented by the fact that he was standing here.


    Whether the other party was unaware of it or notices it but chose to ignore it, the other party continued the conversation in a blunt manner.


    "There seems to be a misunderstanding, Jun-Kyung Ho." After deciding what to say for a moment, Hyung-Seung Min, managing director, spoke out in a firm tone. "Children need someone to give birth to. I think it''s right for the biological father,Junkyung, to raise the child both ethically and for the emotional development of the child."


    What is his intention? He said he was going to raise the child as his own, but suddenly Junkyung has to raise the child again. Junkyung was confused by the 180 degree turn of his words.


    "Junkyung Ho,let''s get married." Toward Jun-Kyung who frowned, the other party calmly proposed to him as if he was offering a glass of water.


    "....What?"


    "Marry me and raise the child that''s in your womb. How about that? You will naturally inherit the social and economic status the child will have, and it will also be better for the child''s emotions. Also, from Jun-Kyung Ho''s perspective, two are better at raising a child than alone."


    The gaping mouth never closed. It was only when his mouth was slightly dry that Junkyung answered with a shiver. "You....it''s so sudden....no, why are you getting marry all of a sudden?"


    "When it comes to a family with wealth and prestige, they are very obsessed with bloodlines. That''s why my father has had three wives. Please carefully consider that this is the best way for JunKyung to protect his children."


    A sudden marriage was proposed. However, the ways of thinking of the upper classes can''t be followed.


    There are quite a few upper classes that Junkyung knows. However, there are few who don''t react the expected way. Such an unprecedented reversal was performed by none other than Executive Director, Min Hyun-seung. Although there was a rumor that he has a personality that''s not easy to deal with, he didn''t expect it to be like this.


    "What if I say no?"


    There was a slight wrinkle on Min''s hard solemn head. "I have already contacted all of the best law firms in Korea who have experiences in custody cases. There are also other good options for a firm, so if necessary, I can have my assistant deliver the organized materials."


    Junkyung bit his molars when he said he was going to fight a legal battle. Executive Director Min acted as though his words were not considered as a threat. He would even be kind enough to hand over the files of the law firm and the lawyers.


    Junkyung is not in a particularly poor situation. In a shopping mall with no vacancy in the new city, a large franchise cafe runs on the first floor. Business is also pretty good. However, it was not enough to fight the chaebol. He hasn''t finish paying all the loans he got when he bought the commercial property.


    "Give me time to think."


    "Of course."


    As Junkyung got up, Hyun-seung held out a new phone. "My number is saved there. Contact me here."


    As soon as Junkyung picked up the phone,the phone automatically unlocked and recognized his fingerprints. Seeing that his fingerprints were already registered, Junkyung''s spine cooled.


    "Then, I will see you soon. Jun-Kyung Ho."


    Even after Hyun-Seung left, Junkyung stayed still. The time the other person give was not for Junkyung to consider his offer. The answer has already been decided. The other person knows it too.


    What Hyunseung Min gave to Junkyung was the time to clear up his messy mind.

 CH 2

    "If you leave it at the reception, I will hand it over to the managing director."


    "His mother instructed me to deliver it directly to the managing director."


    "Please wait for a moment."


    While Junkyung was holding the reception bone, common classical music was playing. The tone of the music was switching to another tune when the person in the receiver returned.


    "Come up."


    Junkyung hung up the phone and was guided by the reception staff to the executive eleavor. The staff bowed their head as they held the elevator with the key card. While Junkyung returned the bowed, the quietly closed elevator went up to the top floor without stopping. The lift felt like a flow of water.


    "Come this way." As soon as the door opened, the staff was waiting. As in a luxury hotel, the corridor with luxurious and understated interior decoration was covered with thick carpets, and there was a subtle scent. The place he was guided to was in front of a door made of the finest wood.


    The employee who opened the door with a slight knock put Junkyung ahead. There was only a large sofa set, a desk, and a young man inside. Seeing Junkyung, he glanced at him slightly. The other person got up from the seat and showed Junkyung a professional smile.


    "Sit there, wait a minute."


    "Yes." Junkyung headed to the sofa pointed to by the other person. The package of side dishes he had brought was placed on the table in front of the sofa. Junkyung thought it would be about  5 minutes because he said it was a short time or 10 minutes at most. However, until the 20 minutes passed, Junkyung remained seated."


    "Yes, manager. Yes, I will tell him that."


    There were many extension calls from the inside. Occasionally, there was a knock and a staff member who guided Junkyung earlier sent in another person. They went inside and came out less than 5 minutes later. None of the people who went in with tense expressions came out in a good mood.


    If Hyun-woo isn''t there, leave it alone, but make sure to see Executive Director Min. He hasn''t been home at all these days.


    That was what the madam asked Jun-Kyung to do. She added that Hyun-seung Min, managing director, should be look closely to see if there are any bruises on his face and whether he had lost any weight. She was worried that he might be overworked since it''s only been four years since the eldest son died from being overworked and the second son was selected as the successor.


    Junkyung took out his cellphones to look at pictures of Director Min that was send to him in advance. There were profile pictures taken at various events. Due to his great stature, he stood out even in photos. Every one can tell he was an alpha. He continued to flip photos. Since they were close-up photos from afar, the background was blurred. Junkyung knows he''s tall, but he can''t quite tell how tall.


    Director Min was handsome, but his impression was so strong that his appearance was fading. Junkyung hoped that the unknown employee who was holding a camera didn''t have a heart attack. As much as the overly solemn expression on Director Min''s face, Junkyung heard that his personality is actually on the quiet side. Director Min enjoy resting quietly by himself, so Junkyung evaluated him as an introvert.


    The alpha heir of the great conglomerate is an introvert. How ironic. That''s why he has a mysterious charm like that main character of a drama.


    Madam was very worried about her children especially her sons. It was only natural since the eldest son died. It would be good for children to ease their parents''worries, but young children are not the type to contact their parents as often as they do. Junkyung was the same. Being the son of a wealthy family was nothing different.


    For this reason, madam wanted him to look at how her two sons are doing using side dishes as an excuse. It was his job today to observe as much as possible and report any abnormalities. He glanced at his watch. The minute hand of the watch had rotated more than half a turn since he first entered.


    Bzzt. Bzzt. The phone vibrated. It was madam.


    "Yes, madam."


    "Is Hyun-woo at home?"


    "Yes, he was. It was delivered directly to him a while ago."


    "What about Managing Director Min?"


    "Still waiting."


    "Are you in the office? How long have you been waiting?"


    "About 35 minutes."


    "Ugh. he make people wait. What''s so hard about getting a side dish?" Soon, the phone was disconnected. Immediately, the phone in front of the staff rang.


    Yes, madam. He is in the office, all right." The employee who hung up the phone pressed another button while holding the handset. Then, he glanced at Junkyung.


    "Your mother called. Yes, I will connect you right away." The employee quietly put the handset down. After a while, the employee answered the extension call again and finally got up and beckoned to Junkyung.


    "The director is asking you to come in."

 CH 3

    Junkyung got up and buttoned his suit and smooth his wrinkled pants. Because he''s been sitting for a long time, his lower body felt numb. Holding the side dishes, he glanced at the staff and entered the door the staff opened.


    The front facing the front was all glass. The outside scenery was seen through the window that was pulled up carelessly and exposed under blinds of different lengths. The window has a light blue tine due to UV protection coating. Thanks to that, there was a particularly cool atmosphere in the office even though it wasn''t especially cold.


    To one side stood a stylish wooden hanger with a dark suit jacket hanged.


    The owner of the jacket has his back to the window with his head turned downwards.


    Tock. Tock. The fingers that pressed the screen was unusually long. Perhaps that''s why his finger movements appear lazy and sluggish. It looks like this, but it was clear the strength of the angle was great.


    Director''s Min gaze went up and down, tapping the keyboard of the laptop for a moment, quickly scanning the monitor, and then the tablet in front. Shortly after he did, he tapped something on the table, then closed the folder, and placed it on top of the other folders stacked on one side. Now was his chance.


    Junkyung''s body felt like it was getting stronger. "Hello, Director Min. You mother send me on an errand..."


    "Wait."


    The voice was lower than expected. It was more like chasing after annoying flies rather than being upset by getting disturbed by them. There was no irritation or cynicism in the tone, so it was cooler. Junkyung felt something cold ran down his throat.


    Picking up the extension phone, Director Min let the secretary come in, who went straight to the bass without pretending to see Junkyung standing right next to the entrance. Hyun-seung Min gave a low order to the secretary who took the documents that had been approved.


    "Yes, Director."


    The secretary turned around and blinked a little at Junkyung. Junkyung also lowered his head slightly at his smile. It was difficult to understand what the smile meant, but at least it didn''t look like a mockery of him standing still.


    Hyun-seung Min stood up from his seat. Although the office was large and had a great distance between the two, Junkyung had to raise his gaze slightly upward.


    As Hyun-seung Min stepped out of the desk and approached the sofa set in the middle of the office, Junkyung was perplexed in his heart. The height that Junkyung analyzed from the pictures were pretty accurate. It was also taken after he became an adult and selected as a successor. Even then, the picture could not contain all of his height and size.


    Did he get bigger coming back from the military?


    Hyun-seung Min was probably born with the scent of men''s cologne from his mother''s womb. He must have drank whiskey instead of milk. Siberian tiger or black jaguar? In any case, the man who seemed to personify a wild beast was elegant and quiet even in his gait.


    Instead of sitting at the top of the sofa set, he stood next to Junkyung and finally threw his gaze at him. It was understandable why the employees who previously entered the office look the way they did. The fiver senses are human, but only the sixth sense is not human. The man in front radiated an overwhelming energy that made people tired just by being there.


    The Valley of the Unpleasant. Junkyung remembered the expression he once heard. Humans have a human-like form, but there was something non-human about him. He can feel that from Executive Director Hyun-seung Min, who is clearly human.


    "Come here and sit down." A being with a different sense kindly suggested a seat. Jun-Kyung reflexively tried to stop his steps, but then his senses came back.


    "Jun-Kyung Ho." As soon as his name came out of his mouth, the goosebumps that had grown all over his body turned into a light shiver. Junkyung immediately straightened his head, which had been bowed for a while, and held out a package of furoshiki.


    "Your mother told me to deliver it personally. She said you can eat it right away."


    Hyun-seung Min sat on a long sofa instead of the top seat where presidents often sit. Junkyung carefully placed the side dishes and utensils in front of Hyun-seung. The other''s gaze was fixed on the hand. It feels like a laser point from a weapon. Junkyung withdrew his hand hastily. A pair of black eyes turned toward Junkyung. The tension was too much.


    Don''t be nervous from the start because it looks weak. Take a deep breath. Look into the eyes of the other person. Be proud, great.


    Every time he went to a judo match, he could hear the coach''s voice encouraging him by tapping on his shoulder and back. Hyun-seung Min is not even his match opponent. He is just the son of the employer. Junkyung has absolutely no reason to be nervous.


    Junkyung wore a professional smile. Then, he recalled the customer service manual he had learned during his security studies. He lowered himself and walked closer to the coffee table. He unwrapped the spicy beef kimbap and cabbage rolls, tofu wrapped in parsley, various fruits, etc.


    The food was simple but it was neatly contained. Two sets of chopsticks made of colored copper were also included. As soon as Junkyung offered utensils, Executive Director Min accepted it naturally.


    "Madam carefully prepared food that is good for digestion using nutritious organic ingredients."


    He didn''t know if it''s true, but the finest ingredients were brought in through the staff of a specialized company and the person who worked in the kitchen with madam was not seen all afternoon, so he aptly added the introduction.


    "It''s a little cold, but it should be fine." Unlike Hyun-woo Min, Hyun-seung Min was the child of the first wife, who divorced the chairman along with his deceased eldest son.


    This kind of food was prepared for the stepson who isn''t related by blood. You are not human if you don''t even take a bite in front of such delicious food. If it''s Junkyung, he can inhale the whole thing by himself.


    Is it because he''s the heir of the conglomerate that he doesn''t eat just any food or is he a human being that swallows irons instead of rice?


    Hyun-seung Min looked at Junkyung while holding his chopsticks. In order to become a VIP only bodyguard, he has learned not only martial skills and weapons usuage, but also hospitality skills for upper-class customers. Since he has a lot of experiences, he normally have a calm attitude. Still, Hyun-seung Min''s unfeeling gaze made him quite uncomfortable.


    "I will come get the bowl later."


    "Sit down."


    "Sorry to interrupt. Have a nice meal." He bowed his head neither subservient nor frivolous and tried to step back. It was then a distinctive look drifted in Director Min''s smooth carbon alloy-like eyes.


    "Mr. Jun-Kyung Ho." There was a faint emotion in the voice calling his name. It may be inquisitive but it could also have been distasteful. Neither was very pleasant to him.


    "Yes, Executive Director Min."


    "Have you ever been instructed to do anything after that? Except for going home."


    "No, but why are you..." As he blurted out the end of his words, a faint smile appeared on the manly mask of Director Min. I thought he was non-human, but Hyun-seung min with a light smile was surprisingly human. No, it could also have been because it was in sharp contrast in his appearance. Whatever it was, it was enough to capture Junkyung''s whole attention.


    "Then it must be because of personal revenge."


    "Yes?"


    Personal revenge. That was random, but not to be taken lightly. The man in front of him was a leader in both personal and social terms.


    "What do you mean....if I have done anything wrong, I apologize."


    "No, it looks like the it was my fault. I made you wait a long time. That''s why you ignored my three invitations."


    Then, Junkyung remembered the invitation to sit down.


    "Ah...I don''t mean that. I thought you were saying it out of courtesy."


    "You said courtesy. I didn''t know I needed to be courteous even to the person running my mother''s errands." Junkyung realized his mistake. He bit his words for a moment. A cold sweat ran down his back.


    "Sorry, that was not the intention."


    "Then, will you accept the fourth invitation?"


    Hyun-seung Min pointed to the seat opposite to him, and Junkyung had to sit down. He didn''t even have to pull his pants a little before sitting down, so his bent knees under his tailored slacks stood out.


    "Here." Hyun-seung Min quickly received the chopsticks he was offering. As Junkyung had done earlier, Hyun-seung Min pushed forward the container that was full of food as a signal to eat together.

 CH 4

    Junkyung realized later that something was strange. Hyun-seung Min readily offered a lunch box prepared by the wife of the president of a large conglomerate. Is he doing it on purpose? A trap? Junkyung held up chopsticks and looked into the eyes of his opponent.


    Whether Junkyung was in trouble or not, Hyun-seung Min suggested food again with his eyes. It was a situation where he had to eat first. In an instant, a plausible reason flashed in his mind. Gyu-Jin, the employer, is Hyun-seung Min''s stepmother. Moreover, Chairman Chang-heon Min was famous for loving his third son as much as his eldest son. There is virtually no difference in ranks between the second and the third sons. Nevertheless, the second son emerged as the successor because the third son Hyun-woo Min was still too young.


    If you watch the news with a little interest, it can be seen that Hyun-seung min position as a Taewon''s new successor is not completely consolidated. Come to think of it, the mother''s instruction to see his stepson without much concern for her own son was also strange.


    Is the food poisonous?


    It was like drama, but the reality seem to be like more of a drama? Junkyung looked directly at Hyun-seung Min without realizing it. The faint smile earlier disappeared without a trace, and an inhuman expression was in place.


    Also, Jun-kyung, a member of Gyu-jin''s side, has to prove that he didn''t take part in the food by eating it.


    Junkyung held the chopsticks straight. He doesn''t have much social experience but not very little either. In his judgment, Gyu-Jin was not the type to poison food in a fatal way.


    What if the poison was added? He''s only payng the price of his stupidity then for not understanding his employer properly.


    "Then I will eat first." Junkyung picked up the most convenient cabbage roll. He politely shoved it into his mouth at once. Moderately boiled cabbage was still crispy. The inside was filled with heavily seasoned beef filling and the gravy delighted the tongue with every bite. There was no strange taste except that it was delicious. For a moment, he felt sorry that he doubted his employer.


    He chewed silently and looked at Hyun-seung Min with his side eyes. The opponent''s chopsticks also went to the cabbage roll first.


    After that, Junkyung ate only one piece of each side dish. Hyun-seung Min followed after him. Even as he ate, he had an expressionless face, like a person chewing rubber. Such a person felt strange to Junkyung since he wants to eat another cabbage roll because it''s so delicious.


    The food ran out quickly when the young bodyguard who was often mistaken for an alpha and a strong alpha who gave the impression of a different species diligently ate it together. While repacking the empty boxes, the secretary served a moderately cooled barley tea as if waiting. After drinking happily, Junkyung got up from his seat.


    "Then, I will go now."


    "Tell mother that it was delicious."


    "All right." He said goodbye and left the office. As soon as he got into the driver''s seat, Junkyung put the empty containers on the passenger seat, pulled down the tie a little, and unbuttoned the first button of the shirt.


    A long sigh escaped. He took the elite course at high school, was considered one of the best in Judo, and competed in numerous competitions. This was as difficult as when he met a strong opponent at a final tournament. Even a professional bodyguard who had been trained physically and mentally was like that. He can''t imagine what it was like for an ordinary office worker.


    Junkyung shook his head. The only person who can be compared to such a person, wouldn''t it be the president? According to his seniors, the president has an overwhelming aura that is qualitatively different from others. But he can''t be sure as he''s never personally escorted the president up close.


    The president wouldn''t be as creepy as that.


    Talking to himself, Junkyung pressed the start button on the car. The heavy and mellow engine sound of high-end foreign sedan was similar to Hyun-seung Min''s voice. Ignoring the creeping feeling, Jun-Kyung went straight to the house.


    The wife who received the empty box directly looked as if she was not expecting it.


    "Executive Director Min told me to tell madam that it was delicious."


    "Really?" The mother''s complexion brightened. Unlike other middle-age female VIPs who seem to exude energy, Gyu-Jin Jung was a beautiful woman with a mild impression.


    "This is the first time Executive Director Min emptied my food so neatly. I guess he liked it."


    "Yes, he ate very well." There was no need to tell the story of having him taste it first because the food might have been poisoned.


    "Good work." The wife, who smiled, handed the box to the kitchen staff and asked abruptly. "But what about you? If you haven''t eaten yet, go to the kitchen. I made ribs today. Ajumma, please bring some rice for Jun-KYung."


    "Yes, madam."


    "No, you don''t have to". Junkyung hurriedly stopped the kitchen staff. He didn''t eat enough but felt bloated due to his nervousness. The madam inquired, "Why? Did you eat on the way?"


    He didn''t expect to be ask that question. The assistant''s basic job was to return immediately after running an errand to report. It was difficult to say that he stopped by somewhere and ate. Plus, it would be a lie also.


    "That is....I, the executive director, suggested that we eat together....This is the food that''s prepared by madam for the director.....sorry, he asked four times and I couldn''t refuse." Junkyung explained in an apologetic manner.


    The mother''s expression changed drastically. Junkyung hurriedly added fearing that he might be mistaken as eating all of it "I ate only a little. Most of it was eaten by the Managing Director."


    "I see. You two ate together, didn''t you? How did it happen?" In an instant, the mother looked at Jun-kyung carefully from head to toe. She tilted her head slightly and after that, there was also a strange smile. "You don''t know how many years it took."


    "Yes?"


    "The Executive Director Min, I''ve sent lunch boxes several times up to this point, but nothing like this has ever happened".


    It was difficult to tell whether this was a good or a bad thing.


    The mother smiled gracefully. "It is hard to digest when you eat with Executive Director Min. Ajumma, please bring some digestive medicine for Junkyung. They are from a good oriental clinic."


    Even if there is no blood relationship, is it because they are mother and son? It was as though she saw through her son accurately. After the kitchen staff went to look for a medicine, the mother opened her mouth, "There is nothing special to do, so go early and rest."


    "Thank you." After a while, Junkyung left work immediately after eating the herbal digestive medicine and drinks provided by the kitchen staff.

 CH 5

    Hyun-woo Min''s craftsmanship was not noteworthy. Junkyung glanced around while he delivered the packed lunch. The space between the main gate and the main entrance was very wide, just like the royal floor of a residential and commercial complex. There were objects that Junkyung has never seen before decorated in simply white and gray.


    At first glance, it looks like a small golf bag. Next to it was an icebox.


    The person who noticed Junkyung''s gaze spoke up. "Do you like fishing?"


    "No".


    "Sea-fishing is more fun that you think. You can''t stop once you get the taste of it".


    "Sure".


    "How about we go together? We have a small fishing boat. I can teach you".


    Hyun-woo Min gradually stopped talking as the other party seemed to want to leave.


    "Please invite me next time."


    "You say you will go next time every day and you don''t go. We don''t even eat together."


    "As an employee, I can''t help it." It was a very final answer for an assistant. Even Hyun-Woo MIn, who was relentless, doesn''t say anymore. Only after seeing him take the prepared lunch box, Jun-Kyung finally turns around.


    "Tell my mother thank you."


    Junkyung pushed the front door without answering.


    "Goodbye, Junkyung hyung. See you later."


    Surprised, while looking back at Hyun-Woo Min, the gate slammed shut. Even with the door shut, Junkyung stood briefly for a moment. Did he just call me hyung? Leaving formality and calling him hyung? He has met and trained quite a few people so far, but no one has ever called him that way. Sometimes, a very young child of a customer would call him uncle, but never hyung.


    It was so absurd. He couldn''t stand still. As the elevator sank towards the underground parking lot, some laughter broke out. The corner of his lips slowly moved upwards.


    2. Present


    Marriage? marriage?


    Junkyung who was left alone got into the car dazed. He entered the car without starting the engine and sat there for a while. The dark underground parking lot of the university hospital was frequented by car.


    That was a threat, wasn''t it?


    Is there anyone in the world who dares to reject Hyun-seung Min''s proposal? There may be, but one thing was certain, it wouldn''t be Junkyung.


    Does anyone know about this besides us?


    That was the problem.


    Hyun-woo Min, Hyun-seung''s half brother. The moment he learned about pregnancy, guilt surged like a tidal wave.


    Even if it wasn''t for Hyun-woo Min.


    He bit his lower lips softly. If it''s Executive Director Min''s child.....maybe that would be less difficult. He has a great chance of miscarriage, but as long as he last for a year, Director Min take care of him. It''s not bad to become the owner of the building by extorting money from Hyun-seung Min. Executive Director Min wants a child. He also has the option to withdraw if he decided to forsake his moral responsibilities and conscience to the fullest, such as getting an abortion if he doesn''t like it.


    For sure!


    Jun-kyung hit the steering wheel one after another. He gathered his tingling palms together and struck them down with his fist. The horn sounded briefly. Two passersby looking for a parked car were startled. They looked at Junkyung with strange eyes and passed by with their tongues clicked. It is the underground parking lot of the university hospital, so it''s not uncommon for people the struggle in anguish in a car.


    Let''s think about it again objectively.


    In fact, abortion was no longer an option. As far as Executive Director Min knew, it was obvious that every hospital would refuse him. It would be up to him to find out just how far the Taewon group''s power will reach. Who will compensate for the physical and mental pain that Junkyung has to endure in the process?


    Bzzt. Bzzt.


    The phone rang in his pocket. His body, accustomed to the training of a bodyguard for a long time, took out the vibrating phone before his brain could react. The grip was unfamiliar. It was only when he looked at the screen that he saw it was a phone call from Director Min. Why think about abortion in front of someone who prepare a phone that has his fingerprints registered without knowing


    He pressed the receiver button after looking at the screen with only three syllables displayed "Hyun-seung Min."


    "Hello?"


    "Are you okay now?" Director Min asked in a heavy voice. "If you are not feeling well, you can rest for a while in the hospital. As mentioned earlier, there is a room that you can use whenever you want."


    Ah...there was such a thing in the conversation earlier. When he was first admitted to the hospital 4 months ago, there was a VIP room booked by Director Min. Ordinary people had to wait for two or three months, no matter how urgent the illness is, and sometimes nearly a year.


    "I am okay. I will be home soon. I can rest at home."


    "It will take about 40 minutes to get home from here."


    "What?" For a moment, Junkyung raised his head and looked around. He seemed to be watching closely.


    "The 7 o''clock position"


    He turned his body and looked behind him. Then, two rows behind, the car on the other side blinked its headlights twice.


    "Ah..."


    "If it''s hard to drive, come to my car."


    "No, that''s fine." Idiot. Can''t you think that Executive Director Mi will be watching you? He is a man who is thorough enough to take precautions in advance to the hospital he attended. He was not a person to leave Jun-kyung who was early in his pregnancy to go back alone.


    "Are you okay by yourself?"


    "I am fine. I am good at driving."


    "All right. Go back carefully."


    "Yes, the managing director too, please  be careful." After finishing his usual formal greeting, Jun-kyung threw the phone aside and started the car. Whatever he says, he will definitely check it until the moment Jun-Kyung enters the house. Director Min himself or perhaps someone else would probably be waiting outside.


    Anyway, the answer is fixed. Objectively, the proposal made by Director Min was quite generous. It was great support for Jun-Kyung, who is destined to become an unmarried couple. It''s not just support but can be considered as a steel tower with a high level of financial strength and stability.


    Such a person was willing to take full responsibility for the child. He suggested a way for Junkyung to solve without embarrassment, who lacks the role of a father. If this happens to any omega, they would wonder what a lottery this is.


    Junkyung''s concerns were more personal rather than practical issues.


    The child would be born out of an unintended relationship. Even if Hyun-seung Min''s intentions are excluded, it is not easy to break up with a child due to personal guilt and suffering. Then, the only option is to give birth and raise it. But was Jun-Kyung himself ready and prepared for that?


    Will I be able to live as an omega in the future? As someone''s biological father and as the spouse of an alpha male.


    Unlike the car that ran coolly, Junkyung''s heart was not like that.


    The late manifestation completely shook his identity as a beta male. Thanks to that, Junkyung stopped exercising, which he''s been doing all his life. He hoped he''d get a spot while living as a bodyguard. The relationship created by one night''s carelessness caught him off guard.


    It was frustrating. It was hard to breathe, as if all four sides were blocking him.


    Director Min gave him time to think and show no presence at all, but Junkyung felt like he was facing him just by looking at the unfamiliar cell phone. In addition, a hotel lunch box, which he didn''t ordered, was delivered through the hotel staff for two weeks. Director Min wasn''t the kind of person who contact you daily but showed "this is what coercision is" by acting with financial resources.


    The mild nausea subsided only when the stomach was filled. Food was a big help. He would hate his reality even more if he had to exhaust himself to cook. It can be quite annoying to have someone who watches you closely and carefully. Oddly enough, it was also comforting to know that he didn''t have to deal with this situation on his own.

 CH 6

    Junkyung spent two weeks just eating the finest food and sleeping without going out. To his surprise, his tangled mind became clear.


    The problem didn''t go away but more like a cloud of dust that calmly settled after a gust of wind. Still, there was no harm in living.


    When at the time he gave up becoming an athlete in judo because of his sudden manifestation as an omega, he was like this back then as well with repeatedly eating and just sleeping. Then later, he decided that he can''t keep on living like this and got up.


    According to his parents, it''s because his nature is dull. After that, he decided to become a bodyguard by using his athletic experiences and physical strength. He''s been working hard so far. He decided to not marry anyone because of his anguish over his gender identity.


    Now, something similar is happening. He can''t face reality. He is too ordinary for a person to face such a dilemma. He knows that there is only one option, but he needed psychological leeway to accept this reality. Executive Director Min waited patiently without any fuss in the middle and of course with a packed lunch.


    Jun-Kyung picked up the phone and pressed the button. Director Min answered before the signal went through twice.


    "Hello, how are you? Am I in the way?" Junkyung suddenly realized Executive Director Min was in the middle of working, so he apologized first. It was his reflex working as an employee to an employer.


    "No matter how busy I am, I can always answer Junkyung''s call." Director Min reassured him.


    "It''s about what you said before."


    "Yes?"


    "Did the president and madam give permission for that? Not about the child but about Managing director and I.....I think it will require the elder''s permission."


    "I haven''t told them yet. If Jun-Kyung makes a decision, I will take an immediate action in that regard. You don''t have to worry too much." That means that Executive Director Min is waiting for Junkyung''s decision without telling anyone about an issue that is very important to the Taewon group. This also means that this is an issue that must be maneuvered delicately instead of being as detailed. If this issue is bring up so suddenly, people will come back asking what kind of bullshit this is.


    "I have another question."


    "Yes?"


    "Even if we have a child, you only need to put it in the family register....so, anyway, it''s only natural for the president and his wife to be involved in education and parental authority over various things....you can be involved as much as you want and I will follow your advice whenever possible so........"


    It was very difficult to get the words out. In the midst of this and that, Executive Director Min cut off his words "What is it that you really want to ask?"


    Junkyung didn''t want any confusion in this matter. His face that had become hot for some reason finally spoke in a calm tone "Do you really need to marry me? I think he will be a big burden to Executive Director Min."


    "You don''t have to worry about that. If I get married, we will live together without the interference of others. Naturally, it is not strange that I have many obligations and rights related to the president and madam. It is also good for the child. There are also others, but we''ll talk about them slowly when the time comes."


    There are some cases in which marriage is deliberately chosen to raise a child in this type of situation. After marriage, they can easily enjoy parental authority if they report themselves as parents. Moreover, considering the child, marriage is better. If their goal is to have children, marriage is simpler in many ways than a court battle.


    As Junkyung work as a bodyguard, he gained a lot of experiences about the elite family, but it was difficult to judge because this was the first time this had happened to him. There was also one more thing that puzzled Junkyung.


    "We live together?"


    "Are there any difficulties with that?"


    "ahhh..." To be honest, it was more "I don''t know because I haven''t lived with anyone yet" but there was no need to bring out all of his true feelings.


    "Then I will assume that you agree with my proposal."


    "I haven''t said anything to my family yet. I honestly don''t know what to say. I might say something that I didn''t mean and then something might go wrong later." If Junkyung say he has a child suddenly, his parents would ask in great detail about who, when, where, and how the child comes about and what he will do next.


    He has no idea where to begin. As someone who''s not good at lying, just imagining it give him a headache.


    What if by mistake the parents even know about the child''s biological father? His mother will slap him on the spot. He has to fine-tune the details with Executive Director Min in advance. Of course even deceiving the strict president and the attentive wife, guilt pressed against his heart.


    "Let''s meet and discuss the matter of greeting both families in detail."


    "Yes."


    Although Junkyung accepted Director Min''s proposal, he was still puzzled by unfamiliar concepts because he wasn''t mentally prepared yet.


    "Do you have any plans this evening?"


    Of course not.


    "I will send you a car on time."


    Like an idiot, he shook his head without realizing it.The difficult call with Executive Director Min ended relatively easy. He wasn''t aware, but the arm that put the phone down was numb as he was nervous throughout the conversation. He slowly got up from the seat and relaxed his body. He started cleaning his house. After showering and drying his hair, it was almost dinner time.


    "I sent the car. It will arrive in 30 minutes." The message arrived 30 minutes ago, so it was perfect to get dressed now.


    Director Min was not the driver. Like Jun-Kyung, the driver was an assistant who worked for Taewon. Even though they weren''t close, they ate lunch and chatted occasionally, so he called him Hyung. Junkyung was happy to see him after a long time.


    "Hi, hyung."


    He bowed his head politely at Junkyung''s light greeting. "It''s an honor to drive you to the appointed location." With a polite greeting according to the textbook, the driver opened the back seat door. Confused, Junkyung quickly grabbed the door of the passenger seat and declined. "Here, I can do it myself. You don''t have to be so rigid."


    "The Executive Director told me to treat with you with respect and not to be rude." The driver recommended the backseat with a gentle yet stubborn attitude.


    "Then excuse me" They were originally working together but now that their position switched, the atmosphere was tense. Junkyung looked at the back of the head of the man holding the steering wheel, hoping that he would say something, but the driver only focused on driving.


    "There aren''t as many cars as I thought." Junkyung broke the silence.


    "That''s because it''s just before rush hour."


    "Hyung, you can talk to me comfortably."


    "Yes, I understand." The answer that came back was still in respectful language. Their eyes met through the rearview mirror. The staff smiled at Junkyung who was uncomfortable and didn''t know what to do. The silence resumed until they reached the destination.


    Junkyung has been to this hotel before. A high-end hotel located close to the university and a large gymnasium. He thought it would just be a restaurant.


    "Mr. Jun-Kyung." As  soon as he entered the lobby, Executive Director Min appeared. The eyes of the people in the lobby naturally turned to him. Tall with wide shoulders and a handsome but cold impression. In addition, the luxurious suit was recognized at a glance by anyone. Some even seemed to recognize who he was. He was seen frequently in the news as the successor of a famous group.


    Junkyung arrived 5 minutes earlier than the promised time, but since he made Executive Director Min wait, of course, he has to apologize.


    "I apologize for being late."


    "It was I who was early. No need to apologize." Executive Director Min reached out his hand to Junkyung who was about to bow his head to prevent him from doing so. A large hand quickly touched Junkyung''s lower back. Junkyung looked at him slightly startle and turned his gaze to the front. His temples were hot.


    "This is it." The successor of the famous group, famous for being a single alpha, not only comes out to the hotel lobby to wait but personally escorts the young man. They might wonder who the person is. Even a person with a poor imagination can speculate what type of relationship they have. The heat in his temples spread to his ears.


    Executive Director Min probably doesn''t even notice. Maybe he''s doing it on purpose? It''s better to spread a rumor like this than suddenly announcing the appearance of a pregnant Omega. Even rationalizing it doesn''t alleviate his embarrassment. He felt a slight sense of shame by how the public might view the omega in question.


    Fortunately, it was easy to get to the elevator. The elevator was for VIPs only and not for general guests. Executive Director Min led Jun-Kyung to the highest-class room in the hotel.

 CH 7

    While they were eating, the chef continued to place food on the table, and the table soon filled with beef broth and hot pot bowls. After putting solid fuel under the hot pot and igniting it, the butler placed the notification button next to him. "If you need anything more, please ring this bell."


    After that, only Executive Director Min and Junkyung remained in the spacious room. When Jun-Kyung, who had just emptied the bowl of porridge, set the spoon on the side, Executive Director Min stood up. As soon as Junkyung tried to stand up, he gently pressed Junkyung''s shoulder and sat him down. Then, he took Junkyung''s bowl of porridge and scooped up more porridge directly from the trolley the chef had left.


    "Oh, you don''t have to." Junkyung got up and took the bowl of porridge.


    "Mr. Jun-Kyung Ho."


    "Yes, Director." Executive Director Min, who called Jun-Kyung with a firm voice, stiffened his expression slightly at the prompt answer.


    "Mr. Hyun-seung."


    "What?"


    "It will be Mr. Hyun-seung from now on, not Director Min."


    Junkyung''s mouth wide open. "How would I do that?"


    "We already have a child. And we are thinking of getting married soon. Did you forget?"


    "Ah." It wasn''t forgotten but more like he can''t keep up. Even if the title is changed, words and actions can''t be changed abruptly. This inanimate man in front of me wouldn''t understand.


    "During the deep-seated premarital pregnancy, the name "Executive Director" is inappropriate. It is also unnatural to repeatedly show respect and make concessions with frequent apologies."


    "I am sorry. I am just not used to it." Junkyung reflexively apologized again, but when he saw Executive Director Min''s grimacing eyes, he shut his mouth. Managing Director Min sat down with a short sign.


    "I understand the awkwardness. It''s not with anyone, you are doing it with me. We don''t have much time, so starting today, we should meet often and practice getting used to it."


    "It''s not like that, it''s because you are the managing director."


    "Mr. Hyun-Seung."


    "........."


    As Junkyung called him, he shut his mouth again. He clenched his fist as he lowered his hand on the table. He doesn''t know what to do with the embarrassment.


    "If you don''t like Hyun-Seung, how about Hyun-seung Hyung? I am fine with that as well."


    Just that wasn''t enough, you want me to call you hyung? Terrified, Jun-Kyung moved his mouth and tongue with all his might.


    "It''s not that I don''t like it, it''s that it''s still awkward. So I... Hyun....seung..shi."


    It was like he was practicing a simple pronunciation rather than saying a name as he spoke each word at an interval. A faint smile spread across the expressionless Executive Director Min''s face.


    "It''s nice to hear you call it that way." The slightly softened response was very kind. Thanks to that, his fingers and toes shivered.


    "Let''s just call each other like that from now on, Jun-Kyung-ah." [Ah is like a form of endearment in Korea. Since this is manhwa, I am gonna assume that the readers have somewhat of a korean background knowledge.]


    "Ahhhhhhh" Unable to bear it any longer, Junkyung jumped up from his seat. Unlike the other person who is composed, Junkyung repeatedly stretched out both hands and clenched them tightly.


    "Junkyung, why are you doing this?"


    He didn''t know that Executive Director Min had a talent for acting. Director Min, who had entered the friendly lover mode, approached Junkyung with a tougher expression on his face.


    Just before his outstretched hand touched his body, Junkyung unknowingly grabbed his arms and at the same time turned his back and carried the Executive Director Min on his back. No, more like he was trying to carry him.


    For some reason, the judo technique that comes naturally to him as breathing, the technique he always practiced to not lose his senses even after becoming a bodyguard wasn''t working on Director Min.


    Why isn''t it working!?


    When he reflexively turned his head, Executive Director Min, who pressed his upper body on Junkyung''s back, said seriously, "It''s because I have long legs."


    His gaze then turned to the floor. Jun-Kyung flipped his back as hard as he could, but Hyun-seung Min''s legs were so long that both of his feet were still on the floor.


    Can''t I have long legs? I can''t believe it. Junkyung subconsciously tried the technique one more time. Then, Executive Director Min took a step forward. The stability was now doubled.


    "Because of the difference in physique, you can''t use this technique. Junkyung-shi, if you want to knock me down, you have to push me from the front.


    "..........Yes."


    "Also, I tried not to nag like this, but..." Executive Director Min approached Jun-Kyung, who dropped his gaze without raising his face, stood close at a distance that''s hard to ignore, "Jun-Kyung, your uterus is weak, so you are currently in an unstable state. It''s best to not do anything too strenuous."


    "..................."


    I am going crazy about the natural banter that it''s making me want to vomit. But he was worried about the baby too. Jun-kyung closed his eyes tightly. He closed his mouth tightly fearing that swear words will come out of his mouth.


    "Are you okay?"


    I forgot how many times I''ve been asked that just today. He reflexively tried to say it was okay, but he gave up. Nothing is okay. The truth is that it was a mistake to come here and he wanted to shout that I will take care of the child himself whether he filed a lawsuit or not.


    The reason he didn''t act evil like a madman was thanks to his athletic career and the patience that he''s cultivated as a bodyguard. Additionally, it was due to the survival instinct of an employee.


    After barely suppressing the intense rejection, Jun-kyung managed to leave behind the many violent words  stuck on the tip of his tongue and came up with the best words.


    "Excuse me." Molars and jaws were tightened "I am sorry, but I''ve said it many times already, but I''m not used to this kind of thing. I am sorry, but can''t you speak normally?"


    "What do you mean?"


    "The lover talk." [There are formal and informal korean languages and Hyun-seung speaks as though they are very close. Don''t know how to translate it in English]


    The other person stopped. Maybe it''s because he''s gotten used to the subtle changes in facial expressions after meeting him several times, but Junkyung was able to detect embarrassment in the expressionless face.


    Junkyung wasn''t expecting that at all, so he quickly added, "It''s because I''ve never done something like this with Director Min and I.....ha, something sweet or something like that."

 CH 8

    Thanks to his strong identity as a beta male, he didn¡¯t even think of dating after the manifestation. After he entered college, he accidentally flirted a couple of times, but even then his partner was not an alpha male, but a beta female.


    He¡¯s never had an alpha male that he can call friends in his entire life, and he thought there would never be one in the future.


    ¡°Sorry.¡± Executive Director Min, noticing his embarrassment, went back to sit. When Junkyung was choking in embarrassment, Executive Director Min continued to speak. ¡°Can I ask you a very personal question?¡±


    There is only one question that must be personal in such a situation. Love experiences. When he tried to say that he has no experience, his mouth didn¡¯t open for some reason. I really hate being an Omega, so I tried to live as a single person, but it¡¯s so absurd that something like this is happening¡­..isn¡¯t that too harsh to say?


    ¡°Have you ever been with a male Alpha before¡­¡±


    ¡°Yes, I have.¡± Junkyung spat out a lie, but it was too late. Executive Director Min¡¯s complexion has become more expressionless than before. Or stiff?


    If he asks about male alphas, the only people Junkyung has personally met face to face are Hyun-Seung Min and Hyun-Woo Min. Even though alpha is not that common, Junkyung avoids the alpha he sometimes encounters. I am afraid I might be strangely twisted.


    The frequent encounters with Executive Director Min and his younger brother were unavoidable because of his job as a bodyguard serving madam.


    ¡°Were you close with him?¡±


    ¡°Not particularly.¡± Even if he told a big lie, it was unreasonable to fake every little detail. Also, the longer and more detailed a lie, the easier it will be exposed. Better to just not mention it. Above all, speaking informally is difficult not because the other person is an alpha male, but mostly because the other person is an Executive Director Min.


    ¡°I am sorry. It¡¯s because you are the Executive Director Min. Suddenly talking about a weak uterus and hearing something like that is so awkward¡­.it¡¯s difficult for me. Please understand.¡±


    For example, let¡¯s think of the other person Executive Director Min as a giant tiger wandering through Siberia and Junkyung as a healthy medium-sized dog. No matter how friendly the tiger is with its big head and worrying about the internal organ of the other person, ordinary dogs are prone to heart attacks.


    ¡°All right.¡± Fortunately, Director Min agreed instead of getting angry. ¡°I was too hasty without considering Junkyung¡¯s position. Let¡¯s put it off speaking informally until we get used to each other later.¡±


    Will the day come where I will get used to it?


    ¡°If there¡¯s anything you feel uncomfortable or wish for anything other than the way we speak, please let me know immediately. Even though Jun-Kyung has experience, I don¡¯t know it well because it¡¯s my first time dating.¡±


    This time, Jun-Kyung stiffened. The heir to the alpha of the conglomerate doesn¡¯t have a dating experience? Even if he stood still, there would be many omegas that followed him. Of course no one would be able to hit him up due to his aura.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know how to act like a male omega. Don¡¯t hold back and tell me in advance if there¡¯s anything I am doing wrong.¡±


    ¡°You are fine.¡± Director Min, who sat back in his seat, raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He didn¡¯t look too bad. However, the problem was that few people comfortably accepted the laughter of Executive Director Min. Junkyung was no exception.


    ¡°Can I take this opportunity to ask you a favor?¡±


    ¡°Yes, please.¡±Jun-kyung slowly sat down and answered immediately.


    ¡°I don¡¯t want you to say sorry anymore.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°If you are more comfortable with apologizing, once is enough. But better yet, don¡¯t say anything at all.


    What do you mean don¡¯t say anything? He was instructed to properly say an apology as a bodyguard.


    ¡°All right.¡±


    ¡°Thanks.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re welcome.¡± Junkyung shook his head with a professional smile. Executive Director Min sighed lowly, ¡°We have a long way to go.¡±


    Afterwards, the meal continued silently.


    After eating the finest food, they moved to the living room. Except for being uncomfortable around Director Min, the seat overlooking the swimming pool was perfect for conversation.


    Again, the butler quietly disappeared after preparing a non-alcoholic beverage and a few side dishes. Soon after, uncomfortable conversations began in earnest.


    ¡°Let¡¯s live in my house first.¡±Junkyung agreed to Min¡¯s proposal because he can¡¯t make Executive Director Min live in Junkyung¡¯s small studio.


    ¡°I will ask my mother to find a good size and location.¡±


    ¡°Sure.¡±Jun-kyung mechanically agreed to what Executive Director Min was saying. This was a notification, not a conversation. Thankfully, it was convenient because of this. Because one side makes the troublesome decision and the other just follows it. I hope he doesn¡¯t ask questions and just decide for himself.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go say hello to Junkyung¡¯s parents first.¡±


    ¡°When would be a good time?¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s the most convenient time for you, Jun-Kyung? And  your parents and brother? We can decide a date after discussing it with your family and set it up there.¡±


    Director Min does not waver easily. As soon as Junkyung felt comfortable about him deciding on his own, Director Min tossed the date decision here.


    ¡°My parents and my brother are always at the cafe, so they have a lot of free time. It is better to set it according to the Director¡¯s schedule¡­..¡±


    Executive Director Min shook his head, ¡°I am asking for their son and hands in marriage, so that is not polite. The date and time will be completely determined by Junkyung¡¯s parents.¡±


    Please give me your son¡­ Jun-Kyung becomes thirsty without any reason. The managing director poured the water into crystal glass. In embarrassment, without realizing it, he reached out two of his hands.


    ¡°One hand is fine.¡±


    He quickly released one hand. The empty hand was anxious and awkward. As for why Executive Director Min said this, he fully understood in his head. Who holds a glass of water with both hands while holding, let alone drinking?


    When it came down to it, there were a lot of small things that need to be set up. Was it because of this that the hotel staff was sent out? Since Director is thorough, there is a high possibility that he did. No, obviously he did.


    ¡°I think that¡¯s a good time, right?¡±


    ¡°You mean the wedding date?¡± It is better to spit out what¡¯s scary first. The other person slowed it down by one beat to match his pace, so it makes sense for Jun-kyung to speed up a little more this time.


    ¡°No, the day we had the child.¡±


    The water he drank went back to the wrong pipe. He forgot the concept of speed was different for the two of them in the first place. Cough. Cough.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡± Executive Director Min got up from his seat and brought a tissue. Junkyung shook his head in shock as Director Min was about to pat his back as well.


    ¡°I choked up¡­ I am sorry no¡­ I am fine.¡± He quickly wiped the clear water flowing through his nose with a tissue.  After a couple of breaths, he finally came to his senses.


    After seeing that Jun-kyung¡¯s complexion was returning back to normal, Executive Director Min was relieved but had a complicated expression as if he was dissatisfied with something.


    After returning to his breath, Jun-kyung thought of the question he had asked earlier.


    ¡°Are you talking about what was said when I was hospitalized before?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    At that time, he suddenly remembered what the doctor had when Junkyung was urgently sent to the hospital. The attending physician, who misunderstood the situation, severely cursed Director Min for putting Jun-Kyung in that predicament. Junkyung wondered if Director Min clarify the misunderstanding.


    ¡°Let¡¯s say that I first liked Jun-kyung.¡±


    ¡°Yes, thank you.¡±


    It was a shameful thing to say that Jun-Kyung chased Director Min first. There was no such thing as that, but the topic of the relationship between the successor of a large corporation and the bodyguard was so hot that just thinking about the rumors that he was aiming to turn his life around gives him a headache.


    Despite Junkyung¡¯s long legs, the overall body of Director Min was larger than Junkyung, so the sitting height was quite different. Saying that such a guy fell in love first and chased after him would be a great romance story, but there¡¯s no such thing as cuteness or fondness when the lead actor looks like that. At face value, minimum is stalking and the maximum is hunting for humans.


    ¡°Then all that¡¯s left is marriage and a ring?¡±


    ¡°I think we should say hello to your parents first and prepare.¡± Before Executive Director Min stepped on the speed pedal, Junkyung quickly applied the brake.


    ¡°Then when will you move?¡±


    ¡± Moving?¡±


    ¡°Because you decided to live in my house. There are plenty of rooms, so today is all right. Jun-kyung¡¯s things will be moved by someone later today.¡±


    ¡°Now? Aren¡¯t you in a hurry?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t think so.¡± Brake doesn¡¯t work against Executive Director Min. Executive Director Min firmly drew a line.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know about anything else, but I want to check the well-being of Junkyung and the child myself. Especially since it is an unstable time, you need someone to be by your side.¡±


    If the person next to him was Executive Director Min, wouldn¡¯t the stress cause the child to drop? Come to think of it, that wouldn¡¯t be too bad either.


    ¡°If moving is difficult, should I move next door to Junkyung? Or Junkyung¡¯s hospitalization is not bad.¡±


    Moving next door. The complex where Joon-kyung lives is very popular, so vacancies are rare. Of course, there are people in the house next door to Jun-kyung as well. Junkyung wonders how he would get rid of the existing occupants but now hospitalization was also offered. It was a skill to be able to calmly talk about whether to choose between surveillance or confinement.


    Living next door with Executive Director Min is something that will spread even in complexes where there is no communication between neighbors. And hospital is not a good place to die. I¡¯ve never been that close to an outsider in my life. Ever since I got to know Executive Director Min, I always felt like I am walking into a dead end. Is Executive Director Min itself a wall?


    ¡°I think it would be better if I told my parents about moving in first.¡±


    Junkyung tried to delay it as much as possible. It¡¯ll be a week later for the earliest to say hello to his parents.


    ¡°I think we should set the date properly.¡± Executive Director Min took out his cell phone from the jacket pocket. ¡°Would you rather I contact them first?¡±


    ¡°Now? Oh no! Never do that! I, I will go first!¡±


    Jun-kyung freaked out when Director Min tried to contact his parents right away. Director Min¡¯s brake must have broken.

 CH 9

    The general evaluation of Managing Director Hyun-Seung Min by Junkyung was that he was a man who was prudent and thorough, rather than difficult to understand. Junkyung understood him as someone thorough without understanding what¡¯s inside but there is a chance that if you are not careful,  you will be run over like a runaway locomotive.


    He said he would call slowly later, but now he had to make a phone call after being pushed by Executive Director Min, who was silently forcing him with his eyes.


    ?uh, Junkyung-ah, have you had dinner?


    ¡°I just ate it. Mom and Dad, are you busy these days?¡± Junkyung asked, expecting a busy answer.


    ?Not at all. Why, are you coming home? You can come right away today. Both are at home. Your dad sprained his back while lifting a box, so he can¡¯t do anything like an old man these days.


    ¡°You should be careful.¡±


    ?I know. Junhee is taking care of everything, but he didn¡¯t have to. But why did you call? Do you need side dishes?


    Around that time, he glanced at Executive Director Min. He stood tall with his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at Jun-kyung. Even though he was silent, Junkyung had the illusion of threatening to bury him if he didn¡¯t do what he was told.


    ¡°No, I have side dishes¡­¡­ I¡¯m going to come and say hello soon.¡±


    ?Greetings? What greetings? You?


    ¡°Yes. With someone.¡±


    ?¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­


    ¡°Mom?¡± Since there was no answer, he was hopeful that there was a communication error.


    ?Oh, oh my, my, my, my! oh my! Person? Person? So you¡¯re saying hello with someone? Honey! It¡¯s a big deal! Wake up! Is it time to lie down? Junkyung is going to say hello with someone!


    Junkyung quickly slammed the beep button on the phone and glanced at the executive director Min with his side eyes. Director Min was closer than before. His eyes were hard, but there was a soft smile on his lips. It was creepy like an artificial human¡¯s unnatural laugh.


    ¡°Mom, I¡¯ll call you back later.¡±


    ? No, wait a minute, Junkyung! When are you coming?


    ¡°I will tell you that later.¡±


    ?This weekend? No, I have a meeting this weekend. Next week is too late, so the day after tomorrow?


    ¡°No, I mean¡­.¡±


    ?The day after tomorrow is perfect. The restaurant¡­ No, you are here to say hello, so please come home. Just give me a day to prep. The day after tomorrow. In the evening. Say that to that person too. Don¡¯t be too nervous and come comfortably.


    I think my parents were more nervous. Just as he was about to say that next week would be good, Executive Director Min approached him.


    ¡°The evening after tomorrow is good.¡±


    How sensitive are his ears?


    ¡°No, you don¡¯t have to¡­¡±


    ?What? Why? Do you hate the day after tomorrow? How about tomorrow to say hello then, let¡¯s just eat lightly.


    ¡°No, no, not tomorrow.¡±


    ?okay. Tomorrow is too fast, dear.


    ¡°I¡¯m busy the day after tomorrow, too. Mom.¡±


    ? No, it¡¯s worth taking the time off the day after tomorrow. You¡¯re bringing home someone.


    From afar, Jun-Kyung¡¯s father said, ¡®Ask what the other person do for a living.¡¯


    ¨DOh, how is the lady? Younger than you? What kind of person is she? An office worker? Or a blind date?


    ¡°From work.¡±


    ?Oh. If you are from the same Taewon group, they must be good at studying. You don¡¯t like  introductions. How did you make a girlfriend?


    While his mother was laughing, he pondered for a moment whether to talk for a while or not. Rather than having his parents collapse at the same time on that day, it would be better to give a moderate hint in advance. In particular, he was convinced when he saw the vast appearance of a huge man talking on the phone with his secretary to adjust his tight schedule that¡¯s busy than most top idols.


    ¡°It¡¯s not a lady.¡± His mom never imagined that that person was a man. If he¡¯s an alpha, it¡¯s probably because of him that she was out of her mind. .


    ¡°¡­He¡¯s an Alpha.¡±


    ?Alpha? Can women be alphas too?


    ¡°It is rare, but they can and¡­.the person I am bringing is not a woman.¡±


    ?What? It¡¯s not a woman?


    The conversation was interrupted for a moment with a sullen question. Jun-kyung took advantage of that gap.


    ¡°That¡¯s it for now. I¡¯m busy right now, so I¡¯ll get going, I¡¯ll call you later.¡±


    Junkyung hurriedly hit the end button. After a while, the phone vibrated. It was his mom but he didn¡¯t have anything to say, so he immediately pressed the lock button.


    ¡°The evening after tomorrow is fine. They will have time to clean up the house.¡±


    Jun-kyung was on the phone, but somehow, it feels like his parents and Executive Director Min were talking on the phone. Perhaps Executive Director Min had finished contacting the secretary, he placed the phone on the table. Maybe because things were going the way he wanted, the big man sat comfortably as if he¡¯s satisfied


    After saying that he was going to say hello to his parents, a sense of reality suddenly hit him, and he was terrified.


    Can I do this? Marry him? He¡¯s no ordinary person. He is the heir of a conglomerate that the media followed even if he stays still.


    Above all else, he was an alpha, an alpha that Junkyung was so reluctant to be with because of his identity before. He will be living in the same house with that man as early as next week.


    Someone said marriage is a reality. Jun-kyung was too naive to blame for his lack of experience. Aside from dating, marriage can¡¯t be a joke just by looking at the way family and relatives, or even parents, living together.


    He stupidly poked his head in the tiger¡¯s jaws because he was too afraid to take care of his own pregnancy.


    Pregnancy is an accident. Accidents must be rectified. However, this is not a rectification, but somehow it feels like sprinting towards another major accident. No, it¡¯s not a feeling, it¡¯s a fact.


    As Executive Director Min was concerned, Junkyung was unstable as an Omega. Therefore, he had a great chance of miscarriage. Even if he doesn¡¯t take matters into his hands, it can just naturally disappear. Is this really necessary right now?


    ¡°Well, the Executive Director.¡±


    ¡°You said you call me Hyun-seung.¡±


    ¡°Hyun-seung.¡± The name is not an issue right now. His heart beats faster with tension and fear. He also had a little cold sweat. Rubbing his forehead slightly with his palm, Jun-Kyung rested a beat.


    ¡°I think it would be better to say hello in a relaxed manner. Because there is a possibility of miscarriage.¡±


    ¡°We will prepare the best medical staff to prevent that from happening with resident nurses and even a nutritionist.¡±


    At the end of the sentence, Executive Director Min picked up the phone and sent a message. He never imagined a resident nurse and nutritionists. Looking at Jun-kyung, who was absentminded throughout the message, Executive Director Min lowered his phone.


    The two eyes met. To be honest, he didn¡¯t have the confidence to meet face to face. Jun-kyung tried to give his eyes strength and straighten his shoulders but failed. The shaky gaze slid diagonally to a mobile phone sliding on vibration. His shoulders drooped.


    ¡°Do you want to back up now? If so, tell me now.¡±


    Junkyoung thought Director Min had some kind of CT scan. How can he see the inside of a person accurately?


    Junkyung shook his head. The words he wanted to come up to his mouth, when he tried to utter those words, his tongue hardened.


    What if he did it alone and had a real baby? And what if he starts to look pregnant? What will he say to his parents, how will he survive the lawsuit with Director Min, and above all else, whether he has a miscarriage or have a child, can he handle the situation alone?


    No matter how much he thought about it, even if he realizes that his marriage is real, there is only one way that Jun-kyung can choose in the end.


    He closed his eyes tightly. Executive Director Min clearly gave him a chance to withdraw. His chance of turning back will never come again.


    ¡°No back up.¡± He can¡¯t turn back now.


    The director asked, ¡°Are you sure you won¡¯t regret it?¡±


    ¡°I think I should ask the managing director. No matter how you look at it, it¡¯s a marriage that the managing director loses. Besides, it¡¯s not even your own child.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s unimportant. I don¡¯t regret it.¡±


    ¡°Then I don¡¯t either.¡±


    He made his own choice. If he regrets, he will end up resenting himself. It is better to adapt to reality and find a slightly better way within a given situation.


    ¡°That¡¯s great.¡± A proper smile finally appeared  on the man¡¯s face, which had been hard all the time. His sharp eyes were slightly folded and his smiling face was full of humanity. Did Executive Director Min have this side as well? Astonished, Junkyung held out a hand.


    Jun-kyung, who thought the good negotiation ended with a good handshake, held his hand out politely. He reached out to support his wrist with his other hand and remembered that Hyun-seung Min said one hand was better. Even if the one-handed handshake is awkward, it is better to keep conscious and practice.


    He felt proud of himself, who had become used to shaking hands, that he pulled his hand.


    ¡°What?¡±


    Jun-kyung, who was out of balance, was leaning forward. Immediately after, Executive Director Min lightly hugged Junkyung¡¯s back with a large hand. He opened his eyes in surprise. Director Min¡¯s silk tie came into view. At the same time, the luxurious scent of colon wafted in.


    3. Past


    It has been about a year and a half since Junkyung lived alone in a new studio in his second year as a bodyguard. In the evening when work ended early, he would often visit his parents which was about twice a month. The domestic SUV, whose installment payment has not yet been completed, headed southeast of the capital.


    There was a five-story commercial building that was the pride of his parents, and also their job, near the downtown area that splits into the capital and non-capital areas with one main street.


    On the first floor, a decent-sized domestic franchise cafe has been in business for over 5 years. He parked his car in the small parking lot of the building and went into the cafe.


    The young store manager, who had been looking outside since Jun-kyung¡¯s car arrived, greeted him warmly. ¡°What are you doing at this hour? Without contact.¡±


    ¡°I left work early. Where is mom?¡±


    ¡°She went to the golf course with dad. They¡¯ve been gone, so they¡¯ll be back soon. Have you eaten?¡±


    ¡°Not yet. What about brother?¡± At Jun-kyung¡¯s question, the store manager and older brother, Jun-hee, shook his head. ¡°I was going to eat a sandwich from the store later.¡±


    ¡°Just a sandwich? You need to eat properly to gain weight.¡±


    ¡°The store sandwiches are so nice. I can¡¯t even eat it in one bite because they are so big¡±


    ¡°Yeah, but it¡¯s all lettuce. When Mom and Dad come, let¡¯s go eat together.¡± Looking at the display case with sandwiches, Jun-kyung frowned.

 CH 10

    Junhee was 4 years older than Junkyung. Anyone who saw Joon-hee and Jun-kyung thought that Jun-kyung was the older brother. It has been like that since Jun-kyung became a senior in elementary school.Jun-kyung was an aspiring judo student who boasted of outstanding skills. As such, he was taller than his peers.


    Compared to him, Junhee had a rather thin physique for a man, and his skin was exceptionally light. He had well-groomed features and was nowhere near rough or ferocious. Unlike Jun-kyung, his hair was thin and his eyebrows were bright with bright lips and lone eyelashes.


    Although his appearance look someone of a woman, his shoulders were quite angular and his skinny body was flat back and forth, so he didn¡¯t feel like a woman at all.


    ¡®Born to be Omega.¡¯


    It was the sound that had followed Junhee from the days he attended daycare. The irony was that it was not Junhee who appeared as an Omega.


    ¡°Coffee?¡±


    ¡°Do you have decaf? I am working early tomorrow.¡±


    ¡°Are you making me do more work as soon as I am off? I am telling you they are better off.¡±


    Junhee prepared decaffeinated coffee with the skill of the manager on behalf of the part-time students who were busy serving customers receiving coffee orders every 2-3 minutes. Without needing to say, an iced latte with a little milk and a lot of water came out to suit Junkyung¡¯s taste.


    It was the middle of the evening, so the cafe was full of people coming in for a coffee after dinner. While Junhee and the other two part-timers were frantically processing orders, Junkyung sat down at a table in the corner and quenched his thirst with a cool coffee.


    Originally, business was very good, but today there are unusually many customers. As a result, unwashed blenders and cake plates piled up in the sink. There was no one to wash the dishes right away.


    Jun-kyung took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. When he bent over his tall stature and washed the dishes that were pushed, he felt relieved as if Junhee and other part-timers had lived, and wash the dishes one after another.


    As the number of guests decreased to some extent, one of the part-time workers began to push Jun-kyung out and wash the dishes.


    ¡°It was hard, I survived because of you.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean? I¡¯m hungry, let¡¯s go eat.¡±


    ¡°I have to feed the kids first.¡± While the part-time students had lunch and break, a familiar middle-aged couple entered the cafe. It was his parents.


    ¡°Oh, when did Jun-kyung come?¡±


    ¡°A little while ago.¡±


    ¡°Without contact? If I had known, I would have come sooner without eating.¡± His parents handed him a card apologetically telling him to go out and eat because he took care of the cafe. Jun-hee accepted the card and left the cafe with Jun-kyung.


    Jun-hee enjoyed carbohydrates more than protein, but Jun-kyung was only a protein fan. Without saying anything, Junhee headed to a nearby meat restaurant.


    ¡°It¡¯s new here and it¡¯s delicious.¡±


    A lot of red meat was put on the grill, regardless of whether it was beef or pork. Jun-hee held out the roasted meat for Jun-kyung. While Jun-kyung ate two or three pieces at a time while Jun-hee grilled.


    ¡°Now I¡¯m going to grill it, so you eat some too.¡±


    After Jun-kyung grabbed the tongs without asking, Jun-hee started eating meat, and Jun-kyung asked while filling soju, ¡°You said you are closing the cafe later?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay. Our staff know how to do it.¡±


    Jun-kyung, who handed the bottle of soju to Jun-hee, picked up the empty glass.


    ¡°You have a car. If you get caught drinking, you will be cut off immediately.¡±


    ¡°You can call the assistant manager.¡±


    Junhee smiled and filled Junkyung¡¯s cup. The cup was emptied and refilled in an instant. When meat and alcohol were added at the same time, he felt better, and at the same time, his mouth was busy.


    ¡°How¡¯s work? Aren¡¯t you ignoring people just because you are working in conglomerate now?¡±


    ¡°Not really, Madam I work for is even kinder than my mother.¡±


    ¡°Okay? That¡¯s interesting.¡±


    ¡°Chaebols are people too. While running the wife¡¯s errands, I meet a lot of people, and one of them even looks like Jae-Joon.¡±


    When the name of his immature cousin who had just entered college came out, Junhee laughed.


    ¡°He call me Hyung so I think he¡¯s just a person with a lot of aegyo.¡±


    ¡°Why is a tall bastard showing aegyo that he doesn¡¯t even show to his own brother?¡± It was an insult but the tone was soft. ¡°How about his brother?¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s different from the other one, there are some cute things about him, but the other brother is just like what you see on TV¡­.¡±


    Jun-kyung, who had been talking up to that point, bit his mouth. Junhee who just ate a piece of meat


    looked with strange eyes.


    ¡°Why? Who¡¯s on TV?¡±


    ¡°Just someone. He looks like a third generation chaebol who jumped out of TV.¡±


    ¡°What kind of person is he?¡±


    Junkyung frowned . That¡¯s his habit when he¡¯s contemplating. Jun-hee, who is well acquainted, placed the cooked meat on his brother¡¯s plate in front of him and waited patiently for an answer.


    ¡°His skin is like a human, but the inside is like a machine? It looks like an alien with a human skin on it, but for a moment, he feels like a normal human again, so I¡¯m confused.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    No matter how old you are, you shouldn¡¯t bring out personal details from work. If you accidentally leak it to another person, you will be fired faster than being caught drunk driving. Additionally, defamation lawsuits may arise. Jun-hee, who knew this well too, stop inquiring.


    ¡°It¡¯s  creepy to even make eye contact. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s a poker face made by training. I can tell due to my natural instinct.¡±


    Heir to a conglomerate with psychopathic tendencies. It¡¯s plausible. In fact, there were many crazy people among the descendants of the chaebol.


    When he meets and drinks with people from the security department, he often hears cases that make him insane enough to wonder if he is a human being. Such characters often appear in the news for the abuse of power, and in recent dramas, a psychopath conglomerate has appeared as a villain character.


    What if Min Hyun-seung is a psychopath, even though it¡¯s a rumor that has no basis and is similar to bullshit? The evidence would be the visual and gloomy voice that makes people creepy for no reason?


    ¡°Is your boss really that bad? That¡¯s not good.¡± As soon as Junkyung think seriously, Junhee smiled.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t say he was a chaebol.¡±


    ¡°If it¡¯s the people you meet on errands for your employer, anyway, he¡¯s not an ordinary person. As the saying goes, don¡¯t think too hard and just have a drink.¡±


    The soju glass was full again. Junhee seems to let go and adds more meat and soju. It¡¯s been a long time since Junkyung had a good time with his brother so even Jun-kyung didn¡¯t stop him. He go to work tomorrow, so three or four bottles of soju are enough.


    After eating meat with soju as an accompaniment, they parted ways and enjoyed using their mother¡¯s card. Jun-hee immediately went back to the cafe, and Jun-kyung called the assistant manager and headed home. On the way, he got a call. It was his mom.


    ¡°Yes, Mom.¡±


    ¨C Are you going right away?


    ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m going to work early tomorrow.¡±


    ¨C You should¡¯ve call ahead and come. Then, Mom would make something delicious for you.


    ¡°Even so, I enjoyed the meat with mom¡¯s card.¡±


    ¨C That¡¯s good, always take care. And you know what? Since you are working for a conglomerate, find out if there are good people around you.  There are many alphas among the chaebols, so your partner¡­¡±


    Junkyung felt a sudden intoxication at the sudden hook. He took a deep breath as he straightened his body.


    ¡°Mom, at what age am I that I need to already be looking for someone? And as I said before I¡­..¡±


    -I know, I know.


    His mother hastily cut him off. But Junkyung didn¡¯t stop.


    ¡°I don¡¯t care about that and you know that.¡± There was annoyance in his voice.


    ¨C No, you might change your mind in life.


    ¡°There is nothing else to change!¡± The assistant manager driving the car was startled when he screamed.


    ¨C Okay. Okay, Mom was wrong.


    Only after screaming did his mother back off.


    ¡°Find brother a good person then. He¡¯s all right, and he¡¯s the cafe manager, and he¡¯ll inherit the property in the future, but how come there¡¯s no woman at all.¡±


    ¨C That¡¯s what I¡¯m saying. Ugh.


    Junkyung turned the arrow pointing at him to Junhee, but he didn¡¯t feel guilty at all. This is because Jun-hee, who lives with his parents, used Jun-kyung more often.


    She quickly said farewell and hung up her phone. When Junkyung looked outside, he glanced at the assistant manager, wondering if he was curious. Still, he didn¡¯t bother talking.


    The damn gender problem will haunt Jun-kyung for the rest of his life.


    Instead of coming into estrus on a regular basis, alphas and omegas have a long lifespan, is resistant to various diseases, and have good brains. Alphas mostly male and omega mostly female.


    Jun-kyung had been living his whole life as a beta male, but suddenly appeared as an Omega in the spring of his sophomore year in high school. It was an extremely rare case where the latent omega organ developed as the omega hormone was released late.


    Rather, like other Omegas, if it appeared when he was in elementary school, even if he was surprised, he would have adapted in its own way. Puberty happened long after he was in high school.

 CH 11

    If you have a strong male identity and suddenly hear that you are a woman, can you just nonchalantly accept it and move on?


    Because of that, Junkyung quit the sport he had been doing all his life. It was the cataclysm of a lifetime, and its aftermath was still shaking Joon-Kyung even after nearly 10 years. There would be no females who see Omega male as a man.


    The women treated Jun-kyung comfortably. So comfortable that if even if it¡¯s not said, anyone can hear that Junkyung is like gay who can¡¯t get involved with women. No one believes in the biological fact that Omega Man has absolutely no flaws in their sexual functioning as a man.


    There were times when he was a freshman he flirted with one or two female friends while hiding the fact that he was an omega. However, it never developed into a relationship. Rumors of Omega spread out and both of them were quickly intimidated by the gazes around them filled with curiosity.


    Even finding an alpha woman who wants an omega man was hard to find. He might get pregnant by accident. His hair turned white just thinking about it.


    Fear combined to form disgust. In addition, alpha males were excluded from his list from the beginning.


    As soon as he entered the house, he went straight to his bathroom. He was so drunk that he felt uncomfortable. A cold stream of water from the shower fell directly on the scalp. It took a while for the cold water to soak his skin to cool the heat inside.


    He took the water flowing down his head with his two hands and poured it over his face. After rubbing his cold scalp, he subtly lifted his long bangs upwards. As he tilted his neck, a stream of water hit his heart.


    ¡°Whoa.¡±


    A long cold breath came out. He turned and splashed water on his back for a while before he switched to hot water. Little by little, his muscles, which had been tightly contracted, relaxed. As his whole body lost strength, his thighs also loosened. As soon as another long sigh came through his lips, he sensed an abnormality in his body.


    ¡°Ugh.¡±


    He bit his lower lip and stopped sighing. A deep wrinkle crept into his forehead. An excruciating discomfort from the lower backbone spread throughout his body.


    His gaze fell down. He stepped on the bathroom floor tile and saw only his feet and fresh tap water. Even though the water was clear with no soap bubbles, it looked dirty to Jun-kyung.


    He cursed and hit the bathroom wall with his fist.


    When he worked as a bodyguard, he often went hungry because he could not leave his seat to closely monitor client. It was not uncommon for his stomach to churn because he missed dinner.


    Even though he had to go to work early tomorrow morning, he couldn¡¯t resist the temptation to drink. Even though he was in front of his older brother, he recounted client-related issues. He was disqualified as a promising professional bodyguard.


    Jun-kyung came out of the bathroom with the water dripping and opened the cabinet above the built-in sink. He put his hand deep inside and picked up one of the mugs that had been turned inside out. In the mug, there was a medicine box for omega hormones that was prescribed every half year. It was commonly referred to as an estrous inhibitor.


    After pouring two white pills into his mouth, he drank the bottled water from the refrigerator. After smashing the bottle of water, he opened the built-in closet just behind him and pulled out two towels. One wiped the body and the other was laid on the bed.


    Since he become an omega after his masculinity identity was published, his mind was very resistant to being an omega. That soon led to hatred and rejection of sex itself that he hasn¡¯t done anything that any healthy male does since sophomore year of high school.


    At first, it was said that the estrus was unstable and the intervals were not uniform, so there was a possibility that the manifestation itself would be blurred. He has high hopes, but fate wasn¡¯t on Jun-kyung¡¯s side.


    It was fortunate that he had little tolerance to hormones. It is easy to calm down if he take medicine.


    The doctor was concerned about the possibility of infertility because he was late as an omega and the symptoms of estrus were also vague. However, Jun-kyung hoped that his unstable body would be infertile as it is. Despite that, his estrus became more stable as time passed, and eventually settled down to once every half a year.


    The fertility level was at 3 out of 10 levels prescribed by medicine. Since stage 4 is considered normal, a person with a strong identity as an omega usually goes to an infertility clinic when diagnosed with stage 3 or lower.


    But Junkyung was an exception. Rather, he wished that the level would drop at each regular check-up once a year.


    When the medical staff say, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but it¡¯s the third level¡± they all had expressions of disappointment for Junkyung and misunderstood. He couldn¡¯t afford to throw away the infertility clinic brochure that the friendly nurse kindly handed him, so he threw it somewhere in the car.


    As his resistance to hormones was low, the effect was minimal. When he wake up from a good night¡¯s sleep, he return to his normal condition.


    Jun-kyung, who was lying on the bed without drying his wet hair, pulled up a thin blanket with a frown on his face. He was fortunate enough to drink. Before the dog-like feeling caused insomnia, Jun-kyung fell into a good night¡¯s sleep.


    Onec during his career as an athlete, he often stays in camps. To that extent, he sees all kinds of primitive things among the same players. In particular, during judo competitions in which the body collides with the another body, there are many cases where the body bumps violently and touches the bare skin or vital points. A person who is shy about such things can be said to be rather bizarre.


    It was the same when he was learning various martial arts when he was a bodyguard. Isn¡¯t it impossible to suppress dangerous people from approaching the bodyguards? In other words, Jun-kyung was used to physical contact regardless of gender.


    But this was different. He twisted his body away and at the same time pressed his hands and forearms against Director Min¡¯s thick chest. He gave it quite a bit of strength, but the other person didn¡¯t move. It was like pushing against a wall of a large building.


    ¡°Director Min?¡±


    ¡°Hyun-seung.¡± Even in this situation, the other person stubbornly corrected the name.


    ¡°Hyun-seung.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Jun-kyung.¡± Taking the lessons from previous failures, Junkyung thought he could match Director Min this time. Unfortunately, Managing Director Min went on his own.


    Seeing Jun-kyung, who can¡¯t hide his embarrassment, Executive Director Min raised an eyebrow brazenly. ¡°If the negotiation goes well, I gently pat the back of the other party. Haven¡¯t you see it on television?¡±


    Athletes usually use this gesture of slightly patting the back after a match, but do the rich people of the upper classes who wear three-piece suits do it? I thought it was all about shaking hands with a hypocritical welcome while exchanging external documents signed with a high-quality fountain pen.


    ¡°Oh, yes.¡± Well, the trend these days seems to be different. Even the upper classes often have parties with athletes and celebrities, mainly in their 20s and 30s, so they may have naturally learned such a gesture.


    It was difficult to imagine Executive Director Min Hyun-seung enjoying a party full of celebrities.


    He has to manage to imitate being a lover in the short time, so he decided to stay together at a hotel. The presidential suite has a room among rooms, boasting a larger square footage than the place where Junkyung live. There were even other bedrooms besides the main bedroom.


    Executive Director Min took out a briefcase from somewhere and start working. Meanwhile, Jun-kyung washed and changed clothes. His luxurious pajamas were already stocked. It looked like a service attached to the room, as it was neatly tied with a hotel ribbon.


    It was a gray silk nightgown and it was a good size. It felt strange when the smooth cloth touched his bare skin. A t-shirt and a large trunk are more comfortable, but he doesn¡¯t have them right now.


    He went to Executive Director Min to say that he would rest first. There seems to be a study as well, but Director Min was concentrating on his laptop and pad spread out on a small table in the living room where he was talking with Jun-kyung earlier.


    Now that he see, the back of the vest and the back of Executive Director Min were similar in color to the hotel pajamas. As his body is unique, the vest, which is clearly tailored to his body, showed off his wide back and waist rather than hiding it. A white dress shirt contrasting with a dark vest further emphasized the broad shoulders.


    ¡®If I had a body like that, winning an Olympic gold medal wouldn¡¯t be my dream.¡¯ Junkyung was envious. If it wasn¡¯t for the manifestation of Omega, would he have grown that much? Nope, I don¡¯t think so.


    ¡°Director¡­..Hyun-seung.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Executive Director Min raised his head and looked at Jun-kyung and paused a bit. Is it just my imagination that the machine-like gaze quickly scans me from head to toe? It happened so quickly that it was difficult to react. Jun-kyung touched his half-wet hair with his hand.


    ¡°Can I rest first? I¡¯m a little tired.¡±


    ¡°Okay. Use that big bed over there.¡±


    ¡°All right.¡±


    His back stung going back. He thought it was just an illusion, but when he glanced back from the door, it was no illusion at all. Executive Director Min was looking at him the whole time. Due to the eye contact, Jun-kyung blinked slightly and closed the door tightly.

 CH 12

    Why does he keep staring? It looks like he¡¯s planning something. However, in Junkyung¡¯s opinion, Director Min wasn¡¯t the type who openly think even if he¡¯s planning something. Who will stop the runaway locomotive with broken brakes? Suddenly not Junkyung, so he doesn¡¯t have to come up with clever schemes.


    The bedroom was very spacious. Junkyung bent his neck and rubbed the hard trapezius muscles, then turned off the lights and lay down. The large bed was very comfortable.


    Night city lights came through the large window. The cool energy lingered in the space.Looking at the bedroom ceiling, elegantly decorated with solid wood, Jun-kyung pondered the conversation. The conversation about the marriage proposal was so absurd. Still, it was surprising that they managed to reach an agreement.


    I hope things work out.


    He deliberately pushed away his dizzy thoughts and went to sleep. When exercising, he doesn¡¯t think much about the injury participating or how strong his opponent is. He remembered his coach telling him during the match that it was better to sleep for 10 more minutes than worrying about it. Because of that, as soon as he put his head down, Junkyung quickly fall into a deep sleep.


    Huh?


    How long did he sleep? The bed was so comfortable that he was sleeping soundly, so he closed his eyes and frowned. There was nothing particularly disturbing, so Junkyung went back to sleep.


    Whoops.


    Something came up on the bed. The bed barely swayed. However, the sign of someone approaching was hard to ignored. Junkyung, who came to his senses, spranged up his upper body.


    ¡°What?¡± A rough voice rang out fiercely, rubbing his sore eyes, and pulled himself together.


    ¡°I was trying not to wake you up.¡± A familiar voice was heard. He closed his eyes tightly and opened them again. As the blurred focus was cleared, the huge monster was changed to Executive Director Min.


    ¡°Director Min?¡±


    ¡°Hyun-seung.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Hyun-seung. How come you are here?¡±


    ¡°To sleep together.¡±


    ¡°Together?¡± Junkyung almost hiccuped this time. However, since he was not a cute girl in an anime, he could only fired ugly sound effects.


    ¡°Why are you so surprised?¡±


    ¡°Because¡­¡±


    ¡°Even if we have separate rooms in my house, we have to share a room when we go to our parent¡¯s house. We were supposed to practice in advance. The bed is big that it¡¯s good enough to accommodate two people.¡±


    ¡°Still¡­.¡± Junkyung retreated to the edge of the bed. Director Min, who is wearing dress shirt and pant without a vest, tie, and belt took half of the bed without hesitation. The suddenly big bed looked normal when Director Min lie down.


    ¡°Are you really going to sleep here?¡±


    ¡°I won¡¯t do anything weird, so don¡¯t worry.¡±


    ¡°No, that¡¯s not what I am saying.¡±


    ¡°If not, what¡¯s wrong with men?¡± Director Min turned his head slightly while lying down and looked up at Junkyung who was sitting. Lying in a neat posture, he waited for Junkyung¡¯s answer.


    Junkyung said it wasn¡¯t like that, but when he thinks about it, Director Min was right in a wide range. During the camp, he was wallowing in a fight with dark, sweaty guys. It was no different when he become a bodyguard.


    But he can¡¯t share this spacious bed in half with Executive Director Min? If he was conscious of Director Min as an alpha and himself as an omega, it was even more hard to say. Junkyung lay back down on the bed and covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes. Suddenly he opened his eyes again.


    ¡°Why are you speaking informally to me¡­¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s weird to lie down in the same bed and speak with honorifics.¡± It was true. He felt a bit uncomfortable but decided to ignore it. The training he did exercising was great because even with Director Min beside him, Junkyung went to sleep without any problems.


    As soon as he woke up, he recognized the identity of the blurred figure and rubbed his face with both hands. Fortunately, Executive Director Min got up first to wash. When it¡¯s awkward, the less the two face, the better.


    After finish taking a shower in another bedroom, there was another person in the living room besides Executive Director Min.


    ¡°Hello.¡± The person who greeted him with a perfect posture like a first-class attendant was none other than the secretary in the executive office.


    ¡°Hello.¡± Even though it was early in the morning, he was embarrassed to stand in front of a woman he did not know well in pajamas. He said goodbye quickly and went to the bedroom, when the secretary followed him.


    ¡°I brought a change of clothes here.¡± The bag that secretary brought was different from the one the secretary brought out in a hospital before, but the logo of a luxury brand with the same price range was in it. Director Min¡¯s suit color was also different from the one yesterday. The secretary seemed to have brought Junkyung¡¯s clothes along with her boss.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t mention it. Here are the shoes.¡± The smiling secretary even held out a small bag.


    Apart from clothes, are shoes also bought together? It wasn¡¯t just that. Inside, there was a comfy knitted shirt, cotton pants, new socks, and underwear. It fits perfectly. A moment of condolences to the secretary who has to know the measurement of her boss¡¯s lover underwear and shoes.


    ¡°Mr. Junkyung?¡± Director Min called from outside. Junkyung hurriedly got his pajama removed, put them on the bed and went out.


    Yes, Direct¡­Hyun-seung.¡± As soon as he let it slip, Junkyung quickly sensed the wrinkled forehead of Executive Director Min and changed name. In his sleep, it was getting better, but now he was embarrassed to call him ¡®Hyun-seung¡¯ in the presence of other people.


    ¡°Do you have any plans for today?¡± Well, strictly speaking, Junkyung was unemployed. He didn¡¯t talk informally as he did last night and also Director Min was half asleep.


    ¡°No, I don¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°Then, take a day off. Yesterday, you must be very tired because I bothered a sleeping person.¡± It¡¯s true that he woke me up, but do people say this in such as husky and languid way?Doesn¡¯t he sound like he work me up for something? Please refrain from using expressions that can be interpreted weirdly by other people. He must tell Director Min when they are alone.


    Executive Director Min held out the envelope to Junkyung, whose hands are fisted. When he opened the envelope, a card came out. It belonged to the top grade card of the company with Director Min on it.


    ¡°Buy plenty of clothes that you need right away. You can buy underwear, indoor clothes, whatever else you want. I will respect your taste, but it¡¯s best to use the highest quality product as much as possible. Don¡¯t worry about the price and act confidently.¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t accept it.¡±


    ¡°Take it. Get used to spending my money in the future as well.¡±


    Get used to spending your own money. Is there a greater favor in modern society than this?


    Junkyung nodded, conscious of the secretary who was standing quietly with a small smile.


    ¡°Long distances are a bit burdensome, so please refrain from going far. Please take special care in contacting me.¡± Junkyung slightly admired the skill of telling him to not go far and answer the phone in an elegant way.


    ¡°Then.¡±


    ¡°Have a safe trip.¡±


    When Junkyung bowed his head slightly and greeted, Director Min smiled strangely again. Director Min was seen off to the front door of the hotel. the black supersized sedan waiting on the main driveway was owned by the company.


    ¡°I¡¯ll call you if we can have lunch together.¡±


    ¡°All right. See you later¡± After a huge car disappeared, Junkyung headed to the luxury hotel. After seeing a couple of brands, he understood why Director Min told him to practice spending money. Luxury goods were not the luxury goods that he knew. Even for the displayed product, it was very expensive. For Junkyung, it was burdensome.


    Growing up as the son of a building owner, Junkyung bought department stores when he wanted to. However, what Junkyung loved was the goddess of victory brands and other similar sports brands. Except for sneakers, T-shirts with state of the art techniques won by Olympic gold medalists were also priced at around $100 at most.


    I need something comfortable to wear. While looking around the luxury hall, he finally found a plain T-shirt.

 CH 13

    Junkyung reflexively asked the price to the staff who approached him. It was a mistake. Thanks to that, he heard unusal prices for clothes that look like ordinary department store products. He quickly removed his hand. He knew that luxury goods were expensive, but is it right that a T-shirt with no patterns was close to $700?


    ¡°No way.¡± He turned around evasively. He wasn¡¯t ready to wear that and just roll around so went around the luxury store in search of a T-shirt at a comfortable price.


    About 40 minutes later, Junkyung stood in front of the 700,000 won T-shirt again. This was the only T-shirt with a design and material that Junkyung could digest in the entire luxury building. Anyway, this price for one t-shirt? After contemplating whether to turn back, he changed his mind.


    ¡®I told you to practice spending money.¡¯


    While working as bodyguard, he saw people who were in oil fields or techs bought something like these. They often filled a porter truck while churning out premium luxury pavilions. Compared to that, this is nothing.


    There was also a courtesy to the American railroad company card that Executive Director Min gave him. If you pay too little for this class card, it is judged to be stolen, and the head office will contact you before approval of payment.


    ¡°Please give me this. And this too.¡±


    He picked up a couple of them on his own. After buying it once, it was easy the second time. He bought what he wanted while scouring brands he had only seen. Comfortable pants, underwear, socks, etc. In no time, it was well over 10 million won.


    Although it is a burdensome amount for an ordinary middle class, it is small for a major customer of a luxury store. The attitude of the staff changed when he revealed the room where they would put his purchases. They were kind from the beginning, but now they are especially polite. When they found out that he was a guest of the Presidential Suite, even the first employee he saw seemed to understand what Junkyung bought and recommend products.


    From then on, the moment he went to any brand, store, the hotel staff recognized him. It seems that employees communicate with each other.


    ¡®Well, I¡¯ve figured out VIP trends in minute-by-minute increments.¡¯


    He didn¡¯t even have to show the card. His purchases were automatically added to the room. Additionally, the staff said he had discount that comes with staying in that suite, and that the price was much cheaper than face value. Even then, Junkyung couldn¡¯t help his eyes popping out.


    ¡°I think there was a movie like this a long time ago.¡±


    The story of the heroine who fell over the rich lover card. Except for the fact that the heroine was rejected in the middle, the content of buying and winding the luxurious goods that he saw for the first time were almost the same. It felt good to be rich but thinking about the reason for this situation make him feel bitter.


    Even though he bought a lot, he wanders around empty-handed when he suddenly saw a mannequin dressed in a cool outfit. The female mannequin wore a bikini with that look like a half-cut handkerchief and the male mannequin also wore a palm-sized triangular swimsuit.


    There is a pool in the room.


    I am bored because there is nothing special to do. There is no Executive Director Min. Junkyung pondered for a moment. While he was hanging out, the  staff came out to meet him up. Terrible. He followed the staff, looked around and bought a black triangular swimsuit.


    He bought himself swimsuit as well as sportswear. This is because the suite contained the swimming pool and the hotel gym. He had nothing to do, so he decided to stay at home for two weeks and sweat to tone his loose body.


    It was time for him to go back to his room and change into fresh clothes, and then stomped on expensive items with his socked feet to soften his new sneakers. The cell phone rang.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    -Is everything all right?


    It was about two hours after Director Min left for work.


    ¡°Everything is fine.¡±


    When asked if it was okay to send stuff to the room, Executive Director Min answered yes. Maybe it¡¯s because communication technology is overdeveloped these days because even though it¡¯s not a video call, Executive Director Min¡¯s satisfaction was conveyed three-dimensionally through a small speaker.


    ¨C Are you done shopping?


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    The conversation stopped. Since the purpose of the surveillance call under the pretext of saying hello was fulfilled, it was worth hanging up, but Executive Director Min continue to speak.


    ¨C What are you going to do now?


    ¡°I¡¯m going to exercise. Because I can use the hotel gym for free.¡±


    ¨C Gym? Are you going to do some running or strength training?


    Isn¡¯t that usually the case when you go to the gym? When Junkyung replied that it was likely, he felt a fierce energy from the speaker. His ear became so hot that he unknowingly took off the phone. At what point did Korea¡¯s IT technology develop like this?


    ¡°¡­¡­should I not?¡±


    ¨C If you really want to do it, I won¡¯t stop you, but it¡¯s still an unstable time. Also, there are a lot of alphas in the hotel gym¡­.anyway avoid excessive exercise.


    Jun-kyung is a person who used to exercise. That¡¯s why a new gym always makes his heart pound. It¡¯s like a child going to a new amusement park. It¡¯s a luxury hotel gym, not anywhere else but he felt like he was banned from entering Disneyland in the United States.


    He gave up trying to ask if he could even run or lift some light dumbbells. The other party was too serious for that.


    Junkyung doesn¡¯t understand what having more or less alphas have to do with the gym. Even though he was called an Omega, Jun-kyung was a seemingly normal Beta man. He is extremely seldom consciously aware of a second gender or perceived by another person of a second gender while exercising.


    Nevertheless, Managing Director Min was sensitive to it perhaps because he was the alpha himself. When his plan to exercise was thwarted, he felt frustrated. Will it continue to be like this in the future? If it¡¯s because he¡¯s pregnant, he wondered if he should find a personal trainer. It adjusts the intensity of exercise according to the condition.


    It was also a problem that his body felt limp right now. He also bought sports-wears and even swimsuits.


    ¡°Can I swim? There was a swimming pool in the room.¡±


    ¨C I will let you know after asking your doctor.


    After hanging up, Jun-kyung took off the sweatshirt he was wearing. He put his sneakers back into the box, and then grabbed a little swimsuit and waited. After 10 minutes, the message arrived.


    [Light water play is possible.]


    Light water play. He meant the butterfly was said to not even dream of doing. At the same time, it also means he was allowed to go into the water.


    ¡°What is this?¡± The little triangular swimsuit was so awkward. I am gonna play alone. Who cares? Junkyung put on a thick towel-made bathrobe and went out to the pool. The swimming pool right in front of the room was located on a high place, and the view was quite nice. The water temperature was slightly lower than body temperature, so it was safe to enter without warming up.


    Splash.


    Clear water without the smell of disinfectant surrounded his body. It was a micro-size swimsuit, so it felt like he was swimming naked.He dived to the bottom of the pool a couple of times. Naturally, the water reached the depths of the scalp. After enjoying the cozy feeling of closure brought by the water, he came up to the surface.


    After swiping the water flowing over his face with both hands, he immediately crossed the pool. After returning to backstroke, he swam again in freestyle.


    ¡°Poah.¡±


    It wasn¡¯t the size of the stadium, but it was easy going from one end to another end at once. With each stroke, except for the butterfly, he kept breaking the current until he ran out of breath.


    When he moves his body, his thoughts disappear. Like everyone else, living in the world leaves many byproducts in form and existence. Lactic acid accumulated in the muscles is pumped out by sleep and rest, and hardened muscle cells work hard to give elasticity.


    The strong activity of the body shakes the bones and bone marrow and conventionally reaches the brain. Like an ultrasonic cleaner, the vibrations of the body, large and small, shake off the debris that has accumulated in the consciousness. Further out there, you reach a residue stuck in a small bundles of nerves called the center of soul.


    ¡®I like you, hyung.¡¯


    While he was staying in the space and time where he was completely alone, the unorganized baggage that he had stuffed in the closet of emotions poured out.


    ¡®What do you want me to do?¡¯


    The water temperature dropped by 5¡ãC.


    If he hadn¡¯t answered that way, would things turn out different? If only he were a little more gentle. If he hadn¡¯t focused on the embarrassment and anger that rose within him and if he had seen his despair and loss wandering around him.


    The water temperature dropped even further. Is his body sinking? Suddenly, the water wave pattern on the surface faded away.At that moment, he sank to the bottom. It felt like something was tangled in his leg. He shook his limbs in surprise. The more he did, the more the water, like a wet cloth, cling him more.


    Was it about 2 seconds? In an instant, the fear of death flashed at a glance. His eyes widened in surprise and he looked down. The tiles on the pool floor suddenly turned into a black whirlpool. A gray hand with black veins rose from the center.


    Hyung, I am lonely.


    ¡®Ahh!¡¯ The screams became white bubbles and rose up. The more Junkyung stirred his arms and legs, the more the hands crawled his ankles to the calves and beyond the knees to the thighs. At some point, the two arms suddenly grabbed Junkyung¡¯s waist.


    Come with me.


    No! No! I can¡¯t go!


    Hyung, Hyung!


    Let it go! This bastard! Let it go!


    He choked his breath while he struggled. He drank too much water. The struggle gradually subsided. The gray arm that touched his waist paralyzed his spine, and his legs became weak.


    Junkyung¡¯s body sank down, down, to the bottom of the deep eastern sea.

 CH 14

    Splash!


    Someone jumped in. After a while, a hard arm touched Junkyung¡¯s waist. The warm hands wrapped his back and his waist and his body rose upwards. The heavy wave clings to the body as it rises up until the end when the two reach the surface where light is.


    Junkyung¡¯s head was spinning. A hard floor was on his back. At the same time, someone grabbed Jun Kyung¡¯s nose and opened his mouth to blow hot air. The wind that filled his mouth went into the airway and came up, tickling his throat followed by a strong pressure on his chest.


    ¡°Cough!¡±


    The water that had gone inside came up. Junkyung coughed, squeezing tears and runny nose. A big hand patted his back.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    Contrary to his light touch, his voice was heavy enough to make him dizzy. No, it really make him dizzy. He closed his eyes tightly and opened them, wiping the moisture off his face with his languid fingertips. He recognized who the other person was. To be precise, he already knew it, but more like visually confirming it.


    ¡°¡­yes.¡± He answered, spitting out the remaining water.


    ¡°You don¡¯t look good at all. I will call 911.¡±


    ¡°No. Don¡¯t do that. I am really good.¡±Jun-kyung quickly shook his head. He felt faint, but he pretended not to be. Director Min, wet beyond Jun-kyung, pulled his tie loose. As he unbuttoned his shirt and vest one by one, his gaze turned to Jun-kyung.


    After throwing up the water, he felt easy to breathe. His dizziness also subsided quickly, but his right thigh muscle spasms severely as his toes curled up.


    ¡°Ugh.¡±


    ¡°I should call 911.¡± Executive Director Min then looked for his cell phone. He saw the crumpled jacket that was lying nearby and threw his fierce gaze in all directions.Jun-kyung, who was grabbing his thigh in pain, also followed his gaze. The phone was on the bottom of the pool. It must have fallen by accident while taking off his jacket in a hurry.


    ¡°Shit!¡± Were you just swearing? No one but Managing Director Min?


    Even while suffering muscle spasms, Jun-Kyung reflexively looked at Executive Director Min. The hand-made luxury suit clings to Min¡¯s body perfectly when it gets wet. Executive Director Min took off his vest and suddenly carried Junkyung with one arm on the back and the other arm below the knee.


    ¡°Oh!¡±


    His body was lifted. Even though he no longer played sports in an elite level, he still continue daily physical education at a professional level. As such, Jun-kyung was strong and weighed a lot. Despite the fact that he¡¯s also quite tall among men, Executive Director Min shot up with Junkyung in his arm at once.


    ¡°Ah¡­ ¡­ No, you don¡¯t have to do this¡­ Ugh!¡±


    Junkyung couldn¡¯t finish his words because of the stabbing pain. Executive Director Min quickly entered the room. Ignoring the water droplets on the sofa, he tried to ring the bell to alert the staff.


    After hesitating for a while, he soon came to Jun-kyung¡¯s side. Kneeling under the sofa, Director Min placed his hands on the muscles of the right thigh that Junkyung was holding tightly.


    ¡°What should I do?¡±


    ¡°Cramp¡­¡­Grasp the sole of my foot with one hand and gently press the knee.¡±


    A hand touched the soles of his feet. Executive Director Min, who is quick-witted, gently tilted his feet toward his body, grabbed his bent knees and gently pressed it down.


    Meanwhile, Jun-kyung pressed and tapped his thigh. After three or four repetitions of soft pressure on his knees and soles, his muscle spasms began to dissipate. After a five-minute massage, the convulsions completely subsided.


    ¡°Whoa.¡± As the pain disappeared, he sighed automatically. After dealing with the crisis, he felt cold this time. Director Min, who sensed Jun-kyung¡¯s condition, brought a bathrobe left in the swimming pool.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ¡°Are you okay? Do I really not need to call a doctor?¡±


    Putting on the bathrobe, Junkyung nodded his head.


    ¡°It¡¯s normal to get cramps like this when you exercise.¡±


    ¡°¡­I thought you were not going to exercise.¡± Junkyung momentarily flinched. He couldn¡¯t lift his gaze and only rubbed his limp thigh muscles.


    ¡°Why do you have a cramp?¡± It was a voice that¡¯s completely devoid of emotion. It was clear he was angry.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t do anything I wasn¡¯t suppose to, I just swam a little.¡±


    ¡°How did you swim that you even got a cramp¡­.. Junkyung, if I hadn¡¯t arrived on time, you would have drowned in a pool that¡¯s less than 2m deep. Do you know?¡±


    ¡°Thank you for saving me.¡±


    ¡°I am not asking you to thank me now.¡± An inexorable grunt continued. It was more frightening because he sound cold and calm.


    ¡°Ha, If something happens to you, I¡¯ll¡­..¡±


    The moment Junkyung heard those words, the headlines of tomorrow morning¡¯s news flashed through his head.


    [Male Omega Accident Death at Hotel S]


    [The person staying together is the second son of group T]


    Two people stay in a luxury room in a top-notch hotel, and one of them die in an accident. The deceased is a pregnant Omega and an ordinary bodyguard and the other person is the heir of a large conglomerate.


    [Is it really an accident?]


    [Possibility of killing?]


    Already, the Taewon group suffered a major measles after the death of their eldest son. When he imagined what kind of novel the media covering a major event would make, Jun-kyung became dizzy.


    This was a huge scandal at the macro level, and simultaneously, the lives of Junkyung¡¯s parents and his brother would be ruined. Even Jun-kyung¡¯s family didn¡¯t know where and what he was doing right now. He fully understand the gravity of the situation.


    ¡°Sorry. I won¡¯t let this happen again.¡±


    ¡°No, It was my mistake to send the room attendant out on the pretext of privacy. Or, I should have place the bodyguard first.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not the Director¡¯s fault. It¡¯s just that I wasn¡¯t aware of my body condition, and I was so absorbed in swimming. I apologize. I won¡¯t do that again.¡±


    Director Min, who had been silent, let out a soft sigh. In a silence filled with reproach, he took off his wet clothes one by one. The black boxer, not much different from Junkyung¡¯s swimsuit, was attached to Min¡¯s lower body as if it was painted over his naked body.


    Some people say that they can¡¯t judge the inside by merely looking at it from the outside, but after all, this is a size suitable for the giant. Executive Director Min did not betray the expectations of others.


    ¡°Can you move?¡± Executive Director Min asked while wearing only his underwear. Judging from the way his arms were facing this way, he was ready to carry him like before when he said it was difficult to move. One time is enough. Besides, his naked service is even more of a bargain.


    Instead of answering, Junkyung stood up and limped a little while he headed to the bathroom. Executive Director Min watched as Junkyung entered the bathroom and took off his bathrobe. Jun-kyung closed the door with an awkward greeting in his eyes.


    He felt so embarrassed. It¡¯s because he¡¯s hurt that Director Min carry him like a princess.


    Why did you get a cramp?


    It was because I was swimming too much without warm-up.


    In any case, it was an accident caused by his own stupidity.


    ¡°Damn.¡± The curse word came out of no where.  He felt so pathetic that he can¡¯t even do a high kick.


    He stood in the bathtub and turned on the hot water. Unlike swimming pool water, hot water flowed into the hole on the floor without any magnetic force.


    He just got a cramp. His legs were immobile and he was so flustered that he had strange hallucinations. A disgustingly colored gray hand.


    He feel like he could get rid of that disgustingly gray hand from his body by digging out his flesh.


    ¡°I have nothing to do with the accident. It¡¯s not my fault.¡±


    The lump was just an illusion. His fingertips only scratched the pitiful skin. He gathered the water flowing on his hand and make a fist and punch the bathroom tile.


    Thud.


    HIs hand was throbbing.


    Thud. Thud. After two more blows in a row, Junkyung let out a breath that he didn¡¯t even know he was holding back. Hot water flowed endlessly.


    Knock. Knock.


    ¡°Mr. Jun-kyung?¡± Director Min called from outside.


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Are you okay?¡±


    ¡°Oh, yeah. It¡¯s not a big deal.¡±


    ¡°I heard a loud noise. I am coming in.¡± As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.


    Executive Director Min, wearing a large bath towel around his waist, came in, dripping water. His hair, which was always neatly pulled back, was naturally turned over when he got wet in the pool water earlier. The wet bangs came down to his forehead. Seeing that he didn¡¯t even flip his hair to the side, he seem to have come in a hurry while taking a shower.


    The shower curtain was rolled up. The new swimsuit, worn only once, was thrown into the corner of the bathtub earlier. In other words, Jun-kyung was in the same state as he was immediately coming out of his mother¡¯s belly.


    The executive director scanned Junkyung from the top of his head to his calf. Junkyung felt strangely embarrassed even though it was just a simple act of checking the well-being of a person who had just been rescued from the brink of death.


    ¡°There are no injuries.¡±


    ¡°Then what was the sound just now?¡±


    ¡°Oh, I slipped while taking off my swimsuit and kicked the bathtub a bit.¡± Junkyung put on an act randomly.


    ¡°Because you had a cramp earlier?¡± Junkyung didn¡¯t like to call 911, so he shook his head in a hurry.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I am okay.¡± Director Min¡¯s sharp eyes looked over his body once more. Jun-kyung secretly turned his body to cover his face.


    ¡°Jun-kyung Ho, you are more clumsy than you look. More handful than expected.¡±


    ¡°I apologize, Director Min.¡±


    ¡°I told you to change your tone.¡±


    Oh right. Jun-kyung squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. He nodded toward Executive Director Min.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Hyunseung Min.¡±

 CH 15

    ¡°This time, you call me properly. Please pay close attention in the future.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Do I have to take instructions when I am dressed inappropriately? Of course, it¡¯s also my fault for hitting the wall, but isn¡¯t it common sense to look away from each other once you¡¯ve confirmed that my limbs are intact?


    Executive Director Min twitched his lips slightly to see if he had any more to say. Only after piercing Junkyung¡¯s bare skin with his eyes that blazed like a laser beam, he slowly left the bathroom.


    Junkyung, who had almost banged his head against the wall like a guilty and scolded dog, finished his shower quickly after the sound of his footsteps faded away.


    A shopping bag with new underwear was in the living room. He had no choice but to wrapped his waist in a bath towel and went out.


    Director Min, wearing a shirt half button and suit pants, turned his gaze towards Jun-Kyung.


    Junkyung nodded his head and was about to grab a shopping bag and go back to the room when a huge man strode towards him.


    ¡°What is this?¡±


    ¡°I bought it with the card you gave me earlier. I have new underwear here.¡±


    As Junkyung knew that Director Min was angry at him for drowning earlier, he opened his shopping bag to show there weren¡¯t anything dangerous in the bag.


    ¡°No, not that.¡±


    Director Min who had already entered the private realm of Junkyung took a step above and entered another private realm, the chest.


    Jun-Kyung was so nervous that he swung his arm and Director Min caught his wrist.


    Tuk.


    The shopping bag fell to the floor. Jun-kyung¡¯s eyes naturally focused on the face of Executive Director Min, who was less than a foot away. As in the bathroom before, the stabbing gaze ran through Junkyung¡¯s forehead to his chin. Junkyung was fine, so he thought Director Min would look away but again, as if ridiculing his expectations, the man¡¯s gaze passed through his neck and went down to his chest.


    ¡°When did you get hurt here?¡±


    The opponent¡¯s fingertips roamed around his abdomen area. Ignoring the tingling sensations, Junkyung looked down and saw a swollen mark. He might¡¯ve scratched himself a bit here before hitting the wall. It looked like it had left a mark.


    He can¡¯t confess that he unconsciously punched himself after thinking of something he didn¡¯t like. If he did, he would be put in a restraining suit.


    ¡°What happened here?¡±


    Junkyung chuckled vaguely. He shook his head slightly as if he had no idea. Then, Executive Director Min¡¯s face hardened. Originally, his expression was stiff, but this time he was so seriously wrinkled that his skin cells were on the verge of falling apart like grains of dry sand.


    ¡°Maybe¡­ because of artificial respiration earlier?¡±


    Junkyung thought of what happened earlier that he forgot the question briefly. Clearly a hot wind had blown into his airway before vomiting the water. Aside from the fact that it was needed, the fact that Executive Director Min¡¯s mouth and his lips collided does not change.


    Just thinking of that makes his heart beat fast, which resulted in the skin turning red. He was embarrassed in various ways.


    ¡°It looks like it¡¯s getting worse.¡±


    The chest compressions only happened once, and it didn¡¯t hurt too much. It was normal to have a mark like this. However, Director Min¡¯s thoughts seemed to be different. His hardened eyes changed subtly filled with worries, concern, and remorse.


    ¡°I¡­ Hyunseung, my wrist hurts. And it¡¯s cold, so I am gonna put on some clothes.¡±


    ¡°Oh, I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    The hand that had been pressing on his wrist soon fell off. His fingertips numb from how tightly he was gripped. Jun-kyung picked up the shopping bag that had fallen on the floor.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about this. You saved my life. And this swelling goes away quickly. I know because I often get hurt while exercising. If it was really serious, I would have asked to go to the hospital first. I am sensitive to injuries.¡±


    He took medicine just in case 911 would be called. The reason he did not want to go to the hospital was simple. More than death, he hated hearing someone say [omega/4 months pregnant] every time he went to the hospital.


    He smiled to Executive Director Min slightly, entered the bedroom and got dressed quickly because he was cold.


    When he went out to the living room, Executive Director Min was looking intently at the shopping bag lying on one side of the living room. As soon as he saw this, Junkyung quickly took out the card.


    ¡°Did you only buy this?¡±


    ¡°This is worth 15 million won (approximately $12,000 usd).¡±


    There were also more than 10 shopping bags lined up. Jun-kyung politely held out the card with both hands.


    ¡°Thank you for the card.¡±


    ¡°I have my own. Keep it, it¡¯s for Junkyung.¡±


    ¡°No, but¡­¡±


    ¡°When the card comes out in Junkyung¡¯s name, you can return it.¡±


    If you marry a chaebol, do you get a corporate card? Cool. Why didn¡¯t I marry a chaebol earlier?


    You wouldn¡¯t have gotten to this point if you didn¡¯t have an accident while having a drink with your boss¡¯ son.


    Swallowing up the unpleasant voice, Junkyung rummaged through one of the shopping bags and pulled out a small box. He found the luxury wallet he had been wanting to buy for a long time and slipped the card into it and put it in the back pocket of his trousers.


    ¡°I need to buy more clothes and accessories.¡± Junkyung thought Director Min was talking to himself but Executive Director Min was waiting for Junkyung¡¯s reply.


    ¡°There¡¯s still a lot.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean a lot? Will these be enough to live in my house?¡±


    ¡°It will be enough if I bring clothes from my home¡­¡­¡±


    Jun-kyung, who faced the silent gaze of the other person, felt sorry. Most of the clothes he had at home were sports brands, jersey, and t-shirt. And a couple of black suits for security. If he has to count, he¡¯s been using 3 or 4 pajamas since high school.


    Among the rich, those who dress like that are either rich or crazy.


    ¡°I¡¯m also taking a look around. The store I went to is small and there are not many items.¡±


    When he dared to blame the hotel store with only the finest luxury items, Executive Director Min nodded lightly as if he fully understood.


    ¡°But why are you here at this hour?¡±


    ¡°We are going to eat lunch together.¡±


    ¡°Come to think of it, I am hungry.¡± Swimming takes a lot of stamina. Junkyung was hungry because he had cramps on his leg.


    At Jun-kyung¡¯s words, Executive Director Min immediately rang his bell. He had the staff, who appeared in 3 seconds, bring room service by type, including Korean, Western, and Chinese food. It was nice to hear.


    Before room service arrived, Executive Director Min borrowed Junkyung¡¯s cell phone and contacted the secretary. Director Min ordered a new phone immediately since his old one fell into the water.


    ¡°Contact Ellen. Tell him to come here in the evening. Junkyung¡¯s size, casual to wear right now. Not too fussy. Find out about personal training as quickly as possible. Especially if they are a rehabilitation specialist. Of course, it has to be non-alpha.¡±


    While listening to Director¡¯s Min order on the side, Joon-kyung quietly moved. As he was thirsty and was about to grab some water, DirectorMin¡¯s two laser points stopped Joon-kyung.


    The question ¡°Where are you going?¡± was heard without saying.


    ¡°To drink some water.¡±


    Executive Director Min pressed the bell and signaled Junkyung to sit. As soon as he sat down, the staff showed up.


    ¡°Room temperature bottled water. Separate ice cups.¡±


    In spite of the arrogant command, the staff did not faze and in a very polite manner went to the bar in the room and put the instructions on the tray.


    While on the phone with the secretary, Executive Director Min pointed a finger at Junkyung. The staff turned the direction like flowing water and placed the tray on the table in front of Junkyung. The staff poured water into a half-ice glass and half into a crystal glass without ice.


    ¡°Do you need anything else?¡±


    Executive Director Min ignored the employee¡¯s question. Unable to bear the awkward and embarrassing atmosphere, Joon-kyung said, ¡°The sofa over there is wet. I think we need to change the seat,¡± An employee was going to check the condition of the sofa, but Executive Director Min cut it off.


    ¡°After meals.¡±


    ¡°Yes, sir.¡± All three of them knew who the boss of this space was. Change sofa sheets after meals.


    Soon the chef arrived. The square table is now a large circle. Since when? Did you change it while shopping?


    Executive Director Min talked on the phone and at some point put his laptop on the table. The seat was, of course, next to Jun-Kyung.


    Seeing the steaming food, his appetite rushed in. However, Executive Director Min showed no sign of ending the call. Apparently, since he came all the way here to have lunch, it seemed that he has to catch up on various tasks. As someone who has a schedule set up down to minutes, it was natural.


    Junkyung¡¯s stomach growled.


    ¡°Well¡­.¡±


    ¡°Eat first.¡±


    Jun-kyung did not hesitate this time and picked up the spoon. He diligently ate Korean and Western salads, starting with the Chinese noodle dishes that had been tempting him before.


    While eating for a while, Executive Director Min ended the call late.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to go to work?¡±


    ¡°Junkyung¡¯s well-being is more urgent than the company. Your condition could get worse all of a sudden.¡±


    Are you talking about the aftereffects, or are you talking about the possibility of another accident? It was embarrassing either way. It¡¯s not his style to be so fussy but strangely, if he gets entangled with Executive Vice President Min, he ends up doing something that he normally doesn¡¯t.


    They influence the people around them without even knowing themselves. Once you are caught, there is no way out.


    ¡®That guy did too.¡¯


    The hallucinations he saw in the water and the sensations that emerged during the shower make him want to participate and join to the other side while knowing the other person is arrogant and dangerous.


    ¡®Maybe this is called charisma.¡¯


    Although the outward appearance was different, perhaps the essence was the same. The two brothers were strangely similar.

 CH 16

    3. Past


    It was a chilly dawn. Madam came out of the entrance wearing sneakers and hiking clothes. While Jun-kyung loaded the box of various sweets and teas in the trunk, madam disappeared into a large sedan.


    It was 4:20 in the morning. The morning service begins in 40 minutes. Instead of a famous temple located in the middle of the city, madam liked to visit Seonjeongam, a small hermitage on the outskirts of the city. Jun-Kyung heard that madam and the monk who lived there had a close relationship.


    Originally, it would take over an hour on a shabby national road, but thanks to the recently constructed highway, it takes 30 minutes now.


    Soon, the four wheels of the large sedan stepped on the fine gravel in the yard of the hermitage. Immediately after parking, madam got out of the car herself. Jun-kyung took out boxes that were in the trunk and followed after madam.


    Monk Wolsan, who was preparing for the early morning ritual, came out to greet the two. Jun-kyung nodded his head while madam clasped her hands and bowed.


    Jun-kyung, who is not of any particular religion, initially joined the prayer but after suffering from a cramp in his leg, he left during the first prayer.


    True to the name of the place, the Seonjeongam area boasted a cute and pretty scenery. The hiking course is not very famous, but people who know of it come to visit when the weather is nice. In the 1970s, a large pond was built near the local government. Since then, there have been quite a few fishermen who enjoy freshwater fishing. Because of that, when the weather became nice, vegetation and trails were ruined here and there, and in some cases, garbage piled up.


    ¡°Humans have no manners whatsoever and courtesy. If you come to play in someone else¡¯s hermitage, you have to clean up the trash before you go.¡± Grumbling, Junkyung stopped at the memorial altar, pulled out a garbage bag, and picked up the trash he could see right away.


    Junkyung was sweating profusely, so he took off the jacket and tossed it in the car before carrying the stuffed garbage bag in both hands to the place where the trash can is.


    There was a stone staircase behind the hermitage. He went down the dark road for about 3 minutes, relying on the light of his cell phone. Below the hermitage was a local restaurant that catered to hikers and fishermen. Garbage trucks only come to the yard of the restaurant.


    It was dark, but the sky gradually turned blue, and as long as the road wasn¡¯t busy, he could see.


    After throwing away the trash, he raises his head and sees a panoramic view. It was very nice to see the mist slowly rising from a large pond in the distance.


    He took a deep breath of the cold and damp morning air of the mountain. The fatigue that had accumulated from not getting a good night¡¯s sleep quickly disappeared.


    Like a middle-aged man who climbed the mineral spring, he swung his stiff waist from side to side. Just as he was about to go up, a strange shadow caught his gaze.


    There was a person figure at the bench set up by the restaurant. ¡°Fuck!¡±


    He was so surprised that the curse came out naturally. There is no one at this time of day. Are you a ghost? Person? Why is everyone so quiet?


    He clenched his fists and frowned. If it¡¯s a bad person, I¡¯ll beat him up, if it¡¯s a ghost¡­ In his own way, he is a former judo prospect and currently a bodyguard. Monk Wolsan said that even a ghost cannot touch a person with a good body.


    ¡°Are you a human or a ghost?¡±


    As soon as he spoke, he heard a low laugh from the other side. It was obviously a person.


    ¡°Haha. Why do you look like that? You look surprised.¡±


    Dawn is rising. The blurry impressions became more and more distinct. A  fishing hat came into his vision. It was clear that that person had come up to the mountain to rest for a while after night fishing.


    The opponent, who sat on the floor, was probably there before Jun-kyung. It was his fault that he didn¡¯t notice any movement because it was dark.


    ¡°Take care.¡±


    It was so ridiculous that he got flustered, so he intended to just play it cool as if he¡¯s just here to say hello and go back.


    ¡°Junkyung hyung, you are cuter than you look. Are you afraid of ghosts?¡±


    Junkyung looked back in surprise.


    ¡°Excuse me?¡±


    Min Hyun-woo smiled.


    Junkyung asked, ¡°How come you are here? Did you follow us knowing that we are here?¡±


    ¡°No way. I stopped by on the way back from night fishing.¡±


    It was only then that Junkyung found a fishing bag at his feet.


    ¡°If you come back from fishing, go straight home. What are you doing here?¡±


    ¡°I was just stopping by. Come to think of it, I thought that my mother would come to visit the temple today. I haven¡¯t visited in a while, so I waited.¡±


    ¡°All night in a place where there¡¯s no one?¡±


    ¡°If I go up, the monk will ask me to do this and that.¡±


    Hyun-woo, who had a sly smile, said, ¡°Jun-kyung hyung has cleaned the hermitage, so it¡¯s okay for me to go up now.¡± He grabbed a fishing bag.


    ¡°But Jun-kyung hyung, do you know that?¡± Hyun-Woo, who was following closely behind the stone steps, asked.


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Hyung, you¡¯ve been talking without honorifics to me.¡±


    Ugh! Junkyung wasn¡¯t conscious of it at all. It was because he was surprised by Hyun-Woo who appeared like a ghost.


    You should¡¯ve told me earlier if you noticed.


    Hyun-woo is a sly fellow. Now it¡¯s strange for Junkyung to speak with honorifics immediately after being pointed out. He can¡¯t help it now.


    Even if Hyun-Woo is the owner¡¯s son, he¡¯s like a little kid who doesn¡¯t have anything special to do. If this keeps up, sooner or later, Junkyung will have to kowtow to someone who¡¯s younger than him, so he decided to play it cool.


    ¡°You say you are my dongsaeng so can¡¯t an older brother talk nonsense to the younger brother?¡±


    ¡°No, it¡¯s because I like it.¡± Hyun-Woo laughed out loud.


    ¡°What do you like about it?¡±


    ¡°It feels like we¡¯ve gotten closer.¡±


    Jun-Kyung snorted, but he didn¡¯t say anything back because Junkyung felt the same way.


    The day was completely bright now. Immediately after the prayer, Buddhists helping the hermitage gathered inside, and madam found Hyun-Woo who appeared with Jun-kyung and asked how he was here just like Junkyung asked earlier.


    Soon, the smell of cooking  wafted out. Maybe it was because he ate the delicious meal right after fishing all night, Hyun-Woo ended up dozing on the bench near the dining room.


    Madam clicked her tongue, ¡°What are you doing in front of others? If you are tired, just go home.¡±


    ¡°I am so sleepy that it is difficult to drive. I want to ride your car.¡±


    ¡°What about your car?¡±


    ¡°I can come pick it up later or we can call someone.¡±


    ¡°You are going to call your brother¡¯s secretary again, aren¡¯t you? Don¡¯t do that because it interferes with his work.¡±


    Hyun-woo then changed his words, ¡°Then you can call the errand center or a tow company.¡±


    ¡°Do they come out to the mountain?¡±


    ¡°If you give them lots of money? We have a lot of money in our house.¡±


    ¡°Is that your money? A guy who doesn¡¯t even visit his parents¡¯house and just runs around and plays?¡±


    The wife, who had been glaring at her son, suddenly turned to look at Jun-kyung. ¡°Junkyung, takes Hyun-Woo¡¯s car and drives him home-to my house.¡±


    When Hyun-Woo was told to go to his parents¡¯house, he made a cross sign as if he was ruined. This is because the president would continue to nag him until he escapes from the main house.


    Maybe because he was so tired, he just pouted his lips.


    ¡°What about madam?¡±


    ¡°I will be staying at the hermitage more today because I have to prepare candles with the monk. I will drive when I get back, so just hand me the key.¡±


    ¡°Will you be okay driving yourself?¡±


    ¡°Why not?¡±


    ¡°No¡­that is.¡± Junkyung eyes were fill with surprise.


    ¡°Are you worried that I will cause an accident?¡±


    Jun-Kyung hesitated because it was hit on the point. He had a vague prejudice that the foreign sedan that he had driven was too big for a middle-aged woman with a small body to drive. Seeing this, the mother-in-law grinned.


    ¡°I¡¯m average. And my driving experience is longer than Junkyung¡¯s age.¡±


    ¡°Right. My mother is a good driver. There is a picture I took of mom when I was young, driving a jeep that the US military uses. But Jun-kyung hyung, don¡¯t you think he¡¯s more condescending than he looks?¡±


    Hyun-Woo chipped in. Jun-Kyung¡¯s face heated up when he heard the word ¡®condescending¡¯.


    ¡°That¡¯s not what I meant. I¡¯m sorry. Here¡¯s the car key.¡±


    Jun-kyung hurriedly handed the smart key to madam. How could such a beautiful and tender wife drive a US military jeep? People won¡¯t be able to imagine.


    Jun-kyung and Hyun-Woo headed down after saying farewell to the monk and others.


    ¡°What about the fishing bag?¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    Hyun-Woo looked at the fishing bag lying over there as if he had no idea what Jun-Kyung meant. It was the attitude that shows that it was natural not to lift anything because there were employees to do it.


    ¡°Why, do you want me to hold it?¡± Jun-Kyung asked.


    ¡°Ah! No, I will.¡±


    The quick-witted Hyun-Woo said, ¡°Of course, the little brother should hold it¡± and walked up with the fishing bag in hand.

 CH 17

    After about 10 minutes of going down the hill, they quickly arrived at the parking lot.


    Various kinds of grass sprouted up in the parking lot.


    Even if there was no parking line, there was an order in its own way. The small yard of the hermitage was filled with the car of madam, and the cars of the Buddhists who arrived late were well parked in line with the invisible parking line.


    Junkyung quickly looked for an expensive foreign car. Among the cars, he saw a model that young people would like, so he headed there.


    ¡°Hyung, where are you going?¡± Hyun-Woo turned to the opposite and called Junkyung, ¡°My car is here.¡±


    The car was a domestic SUV. The white car with all sorts of mud on the wheels and low body wasn¡¯t even the latest version.


    Someone who was well aware that there is a lot of money in the family is driving a third generation domestic SUV?  It really surprises people.


    Hyun-Woo, who opened the trunk and loaded a fishing bag, naturally climbed into the passenger seat. Jun-kyung, who sat in the driver¡¯s seat, pressed the ignition button and fastened the seat belt.


    The more Junkyung looked at the car, the more novel it appeared. The inside of the car was a mess. There were muds on the seat and mat, cheap tissues with various gas station logos on them, and half a can of coffee. There was even a slight fishy smell. It was a typical old man¡¯s car.


    As someone who is clean, even holding the steering wheel feels filthy to Junkyung.


    ¡°You need to wash you car.¡±


    ¡°Will hyung do it for me?¡±


    ¡°Why me?¡± Even though he is an attendant serving his mom, he hates washing his son¡¯s dirty car.


    Jun-Kyung lowered half the window and started driving. Fresh air finally entered Jun-Kyung¡¯s lung as he descended along the winding mountain path.


    ¡°Do you really fish often?¡± Since it¡¯s awkward to drive in silence, Jun-kyung asked a question to break the silence even though he wasn¡¯t curious.


    ¡°So so.¡±


    ¡°But why aren¡¯t there any fish?¡±


    ¡°I catch a few and give them to the local cats, and I just throw the rest into the water. It¡¯s annoying to cook if I bring them back.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s true.¡± Even the lunch box provided by his wife was bothersome to Hyun-Woo so there was no way he would cook fish.


    ¡°Then do you enjoy fishing itself?¡±


    ¡°Yes. When I fish, I feel at ease, but yesterday, I felt a little disturbed to fish, so I quickly ended up coming to the hermitage.¡±


    ¡°Why?¡± Junkyung asked casually without any meaning.


    ¡°The person who taught me to fish is my eldest brother. I said I had a fishing boat before. It was originally my older brother.¡±


    If it was the older brother, it was about Min Hyun-Jun, who was found suddenly dead in the office a few years ago and caused a big stir. There was a lot of talk about murder because the successor of a affluent conglomerate would never commit suicide.


    A large-scale investigation was conducted, and since it was the headquarters of a large corporation, there were CCTVs in the lobby, elevator, and parking lot. Everyone was so sure of their suspicion, but there wasn¡¯t anything suspicious. An autopsy revealed that the cause of death was acute myocardial infarction caused by blood clot.


    Suspicions of poisoning were raised wondering how a young, healthy alpha male without high blood pressure suddenly develops a blood clot.


    However, according to the consistent statements of the secretaries, it appear that Hyun-Jun drank too much and barely slept while attending meetings related to the new business at the time so, it was concluded that the accident was caused by the accumulation of fatigue.


    ¡°Hyung, you know what?¡±


    Hyun-Woo, leaning his face against the seat belt in the passenger seat staring blankly out the window, suddenly opened his mouth.


    ¡°What?¡± Jun-Kyung wondered what he would say.


    ¡°Today is my eldest brother¡¯s birthday.¡±


    The atmosphere quickly became awkward. Because it was completely unexpected, Jun-kyung did not know what the proper reaction was. He looked ahead and contemplated whether or not to offer consolation, and in the end gave a nonsensical reply.


    ¡°Is it really today?¡±


    ¡°Lunar birthday. Because he died before parents, it is to hold an ancestral rite, so my mom holds a memorial service yearly to pray for his soul.¡±


    ¡°The president too?¡±


    ¡°My father is not a Buddhist. He just drinks by himself.¡±


    The sudden death of a  child is not something that can be easily overcome. Even the seemingly  strong president must be in a lot of pain while secretly sipping a glass of wine. Regardless of whether you are a celebrity or a wealthy person, parents who lost their child would be devastated. Junkyung can relate because he also has an older brother who he gets along with well.


    ¡°Then Executive Director Min will also come to the parent¡¯s house.¡±


    ¡°No, he doesn¡¯t come.¡±


    ¡°Why? He¡¯s also family.¡±


    ¡°You know what? Even if they are family, sometimes it¡¯s better to keep a distance than to be close. Especially on the birthday of the eldest son who was loved by the parents.¡±


    Hyun-woo smiled bitterly at Junkyung who did not understand.


    ¡°Have you ever heard of that? When the child you love the most dies, that resentment goes to the child who survived. If someone is going to die anyway, it should be you or something like that.¡±


    It was a terrible story. It is not right to arbitrarily talk about other people¡¯s family affairs. Still, Jun-kyung had to say, ¡°I don¡¯t think the president and his wife are like that.¡±


    ¡°Not my mom. But what about my father? Because he really liked the older brother, he resents the younger son.¡±


    Junkyung had no idea that the president thought that way about Director Min.


    ¡°You know, Hyun-seung Hyung is a bit cold and hard to understand. The older hyung wasn¡¯t like that. He had a nice personality, so there were a lot of people around him. My mom also likes the older hyung more than her own son.¡±


    Hyeonu¡¯s voice showed pride and longing for his older brother. Hyun-Woo misses his dead older brother even if he doesn¡¯t say anything. He must have been waiting for his mother by going to the hermitage on his brother¡¯s birthday and calm his anxiety by fishing at night.


    I thought he was a thoughtless person, but he had a surprisingly delicate side.


    ¡°I wish I could be like my mom, but my father sees it as a weakness. He calms himself down by quietly slurping alcohol. The more he drank, the more he became more resentful and was particularly cold to the Hyun-Seung hyung. So, on a day like today, it would be better for Hyun-Seung hyung to not come home or else there is a big fight.¡±


    ¡°So instead, you go to your parents¡¯ house.¡±


    ¡°Well, I hate being nagged at, but today is the exception. The house will only be peaceful if I act as my father¡¯s drinking partner.¡±


    Finding that out was surprising in many ways for Jun-Kyung. ¡°You are a better son than you look.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean ¡®more than you look?¡¯ What¡¯s wrong with me?¡±


    ¡°I thought you were a rotten meat.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re so mean, really.¡±


    His thick fists hit Junkyung¡¯s shoulder. The strike wasn¡¯t hard. Still, with a sense of playfulness, Junkyung slightly bent the steering wheel and trembled in a playful manner.


    ¡°Hey, you are going to cause an accident.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s nothing a young brother can¡¯t say to his older hyung.¡±


    Junkyung smirked while Hyun-Woo threw a tantrum.


    They quickly entered Seoul while chatting. Hyun-Woo, who had been dozing off from the moment they entered the freeway, suddenly opened his eyes.


    Junkyung decided to park the car in the alley so that the car would not block the entrance. He noticed a car in a place that wasn¡¯t usually parked. It was a luxury British sedan priced at hundreds of millions of won. Even if this is his first time seeing the car, he knows the license number. It was the personal vehicle of managing director Hyun-Seung Min.


    ¡°I guess the director is here too.¡±


    As soon as he parked the car, he got off immediately. At the same time, Executive Director Min also got out of the car. Although it is a very large sedan, it looked like a medium-sized sedan probably because the Executive Director was tall. It feels like the car even¡¯t keep up with the owner.


    ¡°Hello, Director.¡±


    ¡°Mr. Jun-Kyung Ho?¡±


    Min Hyeon-seung, who saw Jun-kyung bowing politely, gave a look of surprise. Seeing his younger brother slowly getting out of the passenger seat, he asked, ¡°Why are you here? What about mother?¡±


    ¡°Madam is in Seonjeongam. She¡¯s coming separately later.¡±


    ¡°What are you doing here, hyung?¡± It was not a pleasant attitude to give to an older brother who he hadn¡¯t seen for a long time. If Junkyung had to exaggerate a little, he even sound like speaking to an uninvited guest.


    Even though they were half-brothers, Director Min was at a level far superior. Even with his lips slightly raised at the corner, Junkyung sees a large cat and a wild beast.


    ¡°Can I not come to this house?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s not what I meant.  On a day like today, it¡¯s also good for you to not come. ¡°


    Managing Director Hyun-seung Min immediately recognized his brother¡¯s concerns. No, he may have known from the beginning but pretended not to know.


    ¡°The president called me.¡±


    ¡°Father? Why?¡±


    ¡°I wondered that too.¡±


    The Executive Director doesn¡¯t seem to know the answer. Hyun-Woo looked at Junkyung as if he has the answer, but Junkyung couldn¡¯t know what he didn¡¯t know either.


    ¡°I¡¯ll go in first.¡±


    Managing Director Min Hyun-seung disappeared inside the gate. Hearing about the family dynamic on the way, Jun-kyung wanted to wait in the car as much as possible. However, Hyun-woo did not let him do that.

 CH 18

    ¡°Let¡¯s go in together. Mom is not here, so I need someone to stop them if anything happens.¡±


    ¡°You can stop them.¡±


    ¡°I can stop an old father, but it¡¯s difficult to stop Hyung.¡±


    ¡°How can I, as an assistant, stop the Executive Director when even his younger brother can¡¯t stop him?¡±


    ¡°Junkyung hyung is a former judo athlete.¡±


    With a grin, Hyun-Woo dragged the helpless Junkyung. Whatever it was, it was hard for him to argue that he won¡¯t go if they insist since he works for the family.


    Upon entering the front door, the kitchen aunt was already wondering what was going on in the room.


    The meeting between the president and executive director Min took place in the president¡¯s study room. When the kitchen auntie, who had brought the tea, couldn¡¯t bear to knock on the door, Hyun-Woo with his fishy smell delivered the tea instead.


    It looks like Hyun-Woo was trying to sit down in the study while watching the atmosphere, but the president asked him to leave right away.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what they are talking about at all.¡±


    Hyun-Woo, who was now awake from his nap earlier, sent a message to his mom on his cell phone with many bomb emoticons one after another saying something was going on in the house. His mom called.


    ¡°Hyun-Seung hyung is in the father¡¯s study now. It¡¯s quiet. Junkyung hyung is with me. If something really bad is going to happen, I¡¯ll call you right away.¡±


    Junkyung told madam that he would stay with Hyun-Woo. He sat on a sofa and turned his ears to the study. Meanwhile, the kitchen aunt served cold green tea.


    It¡¯s a good house built with good materials, so the soundproofing was very good. There was no sign of anything beyond the heavy study door.


    Hyun-Woo, unable to bear his frustration, tried to put his ear to the door, but Junkyung stopped him because he was afraid that the president would know that he was eavesdropping from outside.


    It feels like 10 hours have passed even though it¡¯s been an hour only?


    ¡°That¡¯s why you can¡¯t!¡±


    A thunderous scream erupted from within. The moment Jun-kyung and Hyun-woo took their butts off the sofa at the same time, the door burst open. It was the president who came out with a puffy face and a thud of feet. Jun-kyung bowed his head as if he were a sergeant who saw the commander.


    ¡°Father, why are you so angry this morning?¡±


    ¡°When did you come?¡± The president, who spotted Hyun-woo, quickly relaxed his expression.


    ¡°I came here a while ago.¡±


    ¡°Have you not eaten yet? Auntie, make dinner. He and I, two seats are enough.¡±


    The aunt, who was standing anxiously at the end of the living room, quickly disappeared into the kitchen. Since madam is not here,  three set-ups should be prepared.


    However, Hyun-Woo, who could not bring up that he had already eaten a lot of rice at the hermitage, did not dare to add that there should be another set-up for Executive Director Min.


    Instead, to relieve the remaining anger of Chairman Chang-Heon Min, who openly discriminated against his two sons, Hyun-Woo followed him around like a pet dog.


    After becoming the bodyguard, Jun-Kyung has been watching madam as well as the family situation, but this is his first time seeing a president get so angry.


    It was known that the president was particularly fond of the deceased eldest son, but seeing that he is on good terms with his daughters and is also generous to the youngest who plays without doing anything in particular, it seems that he is just displeased with the second son.


    As Hyun-Woo said earlier, is Executive Director Min Hyun-Seung playing the role of the ugly duckling?


    After that, everything passed without any major issues. As the tension eased, Jun-kyung became sleepy. He had been at the hermitage since dawn, so he couldn¡¯t sleep well. Just when he got up to take a quick nap in the staff room, someone called,  ¡°Mr. Jun-kyung Ho?¡±


    It was the same for the two brothers to come out of nowhere like a ghost. While Jun-Kyung, who was startled, lost his balance and panicked, Hyun-Seung Min, who was standing behind, grabbed his arm. It was a hard grip unlike Hyun-Woo who has a soft fist.


    ¡°Careful.¡±


    ¡°Sorry.¡±


    Like father, like son. Executive Director Hyun-seung Min also had the talent to freeze people. As soon as Junkyung got his balance, he unconditionally bowed his head toward the Executive Director Min. Thanks to that, the forehead struck the executive director¡¯s chest.


    ¡°Oh! I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    He quickly stepped back. Embarrassment colored his face while also worrying about being rude. He distanced himself from Executive Director Min. Director¡¯s Min two hands were stuck in the pockets of his trousers looking like he was angry.


    ¡°Are you busy?¡±


    Sure enough, Director Min asked. Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t actually busy, and he wasn¡¯t stupid enough to say he was busy at a moment like this.


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Then go somewhere with me.¡±


    The owner of a cold and gloomy voice stepped towards the front door. Jun-Kyung moved his head down in the direction of Director Min.


    ¡®I¡¯m dead.¡¯


    That was the only thought in Junkyung¡¯s mind at this moment.


    Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.


    The cell phone in his pocket rang briefly in succession. The name ¡®Hyun-Woo¡¯ kept appearing on the screen.


    Without checking the message, he quickly followed Executive Director Min.


    After that, the cell phone vibrated from time to time, so he ended up turning it on silent.


    Executive Director Min went out the gate and headed towards the car he had brought, so Junkyung naturally headed towards the driver¡¯s seat. While waiting for the car to be unlocked in response to the smart key, Executive Director Min beckoned, ¡°Mr. Jun-kyung Ho, this way.¡±


    Passenger seat. It meant that Director Min was going to drive. Jun-Kyung, who quickly changed his direction to the passenger side, went there at a pace that was in line with Director Min¡¯s movement toward the driver¡¯s seat.


    As soon as he fastened his seat-belt, Executive Director Min drove back out like that of a veteran driver.


    Heavy silence hung in the soundproof luxury sedan. Unlike Hyunwoo, Junkyung was unable to start chatting on his own.


    No, at least I can ask where we¡¯re going and what we¡¯re going to do.


    While he was thinking about how to get it out while rolling a simple question inside, Executive Director Min opened his mouth first.


    ¡°Have you been with Hyun-Woo all night?¡±


    ¡°Oh, we met at the hermitage at dawn. After night fishing, he came to the hermitage to see his mom, then madam told me to take Hyun-woo to her home, so that¡¯s what happened.¡±


    It was very strange to speak Hyun-Woo informally and all of a sudden speak formally to Director Min. However, he can¡¯t speak without honorifics to Director Min.


    ¡°I see.¡±


    Silence ensued again. It was a good time to ask where we were going. It was getting harder and harder to open his mouth as time passed by.


    A car came to a stop at the signal. Seeing the commuters rushing through the crosswalk, Jun-Kyung said with difficulty, ¡°It¡¯s already time to go to work.¡± He naturally wanted to ask where and what he would be doing instead of working.


    ¡°The managing director will be returning to the headquarters soon¡­¡±


    All of a sudden, Executive Director Min leaned his upper body toward Junkyung. Jun-kyung hurriedly stepped back and slammed the back of his head against the window. thud. As the thud rang loudly, Executive Director Min looked at Jun-kyung.


    Director Hyun-seung¡¯s face was too close. After eating bibimbap at the temple, Junkyung thought that his mouth would smell bad because he didn¡¯t brush his teeth.


    Director Min¡¯s body moved closer instead of moving away. Suddenly, the fact that he was an alpha male came to his mind.  He wondered if he should use his fist and stopped caring if the other person was a chaebol or not.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but could you open the glove box please?¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    Then he noticed that a large hand was trying to reach the edge of the glove box. Perhaps because of the seat belt or because Jun-kyung was waiting in the passenger seat, the glove box seemed a little difficult to open.


    He quickly loosened his fist that had been clenched due to a misunderstanding and opened the glove box as instructed. He thought there would be sunglasses, but what was inside was surprisingly a disposable cold pack. He recognized it the moment he saw the packaging because it was used by athletes.


    Just then the signal turned green. Executive Director Min quickly looked ahead and stepped on the accelerator.


    ¡°I am driving, so I¡¯d like you to open the pack for me.¡±


    ¡°Yes, here.¡±


    Junkyung even tore off the protective film of the pale pink jelly pack and held it out. After a while, when there was another stop light, Executive Director Min took the pack with his left hand and applied it directly to his left cheek. No matter how hard Junkyung tried to ignore it, he couldn¡¯t stop his gaze from wandering towards it.


    The president was a typical right-handed person. Golf and tennis also build strength on the right side. There was a 99.99% chance that he would hit the opponent¡¯s left cheek if he swiped his hand.


    In fact, whenever there is a signal, Junkyung secretly observed Executive Director Min¡¯s left cheek that was slightly reflected on the side mirror and was convinced that he had been beaten in the study.


    He didn¡¯t notice it earlier. Had he known, he would have rushed to the kitchen and got him an ice pack.


    How does it feel to be slapped in the face by his own father enough to cause swelling? Jun-kyung had never been beaten by anyone other than by his sports coach or senior. Even more so on the cheek.  As an outsider, it was difficult for Jun-kyung to guess the feelings of Executive Director Min.


    Do you have to go to work with a face like that?


    It¡¯d be more understandable if Director Min¡¯s face was bruised after punching a sand bag. The only problem was that Junkyung himself might become a sandbag.

 CH 19

    ¡°Are you okay, Jun-kyung Ho? You hit your head earlier. Use a cold pack before it¡¯s swollen.¡±


    ¡°Oh, no, that¡¯s fine. I didn¡¯t hit that hard.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s a relief then.¡±


    The car was headed in a completely different direction from where the headquarters was located. Soon, they arrived at a luxury hotel on a low hill in the middle of the city.


    Is there sparring at the hotel gym? In the midst of thinking, Junkyung listened to the chef¡¯s cooking explanation in the private room at a top-notch restaurant.


    What¡¯s going on? The head, who misunderstood the ice pack as a toothache, recommended soft foods, and Executive Director Min nodded his head and chose a suitable option.


    ¡°How about you, Jun-kyung?¡±


    ¡°Yes? Oh, yeah. I am fine with anything.¡±


    ¡°Then please do the same.¡±


    After the first-class hotel chef left, a staff member came in and placed a hot towel on the plate with tongs. If you want to become a VIP bodyguard, you must not panic at such a position. In preparation for this, various liberal arts courses were prepared in advance. Jun-Kyung felt fortunate to think about it now.


    Soft soup and porridge were served in small bowls. It was so delicious that he could swallow the whole bowl on the spot.


    However, Jun-Kyung pretended to eat in moderation. If he fills his stomach full in front of Executive Director Min, he is bound to get indigestion.


    It¡¯s been a while since he had lunch or dinner with Executive Director Min, but the habit of indigestion hasn¡¯t changed at all. Director Min, who brought Jun-kyung, was also eating food halfheartedly. There¡¯s no way to have an appetite.


    It was time for the appetizer bowl to go out and the next dish to come in.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry for dragging you all of a sudden.¡±


    Executive Director Min abruptly apologized. Jun-kyung, who was just moistening his throat with water, almost spewed water out of his nose. ¡°No. I am rather grateful to be able to eat such good food thanks to the managing director.¡±


    ¡°There was a lot of food left for that.¡±


    It wasn¡¯t even the nuance of killing him if he didn¡¯t eat it, but somehow Jun-Kyung felt pressure to eat it all right away. Picking a western-style spoon, he took a huge spoon, scooped out plenty of crumbly dishes and shoved them into his mouth.


    ¡°I ate bibimbap at the temple earlier, so I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Somehow, he keeps making excuses in front of Executive Director Min.


    There was carbonated water provided just in time, so he drank it.Then, his eyes met with Executive Director Min. Shockingly, Director Min had a faint smile on his face.


    Cough. Cough.


    He coughed softly inside. If anyone finds a smile from a minimum sociopath and maximum psychopath serial-killer aura favorable, they must be a saint.


    Of course, Jun-Kyung did not even reach the mark of an adult. The cough that was blocked by the instinct to live quickly developed into hiccups.


    Hic. Hic.


    Rather than letting the sound out, he shut his mouth and forced his inner convulsions in. He felt like the esophagus and stomach openings were about to burst. He drank the remaining carbonated water. Still, the hiccups did not seem to subside easily.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to eat when you¡¯re full.¡±


    Executive Director Min poured his share of carbonated water into Junkyung¡¯s empty glass.


    ¡°Thank you¡­ Hic!¡±


    Without realizing it, he fired a huge hiccup. Then, Director Min¡¯s laughter sounds even louder. It was not enough to embarrass Jun-Kyung by laughing lowly, but he even showed kindness by getting up and patting the back.


    Every time a large hand tapped his back, his heart started racing in surprise. His diaphragm was quickly crushed by the roar of his heart asking what kind of crazy situation this is, and the lightning of his brain asking if he wanted to keep going like this.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    As soon as the hiccups stopped, Junkyung looked up at Executive Director Min standing next to him and nodded. He hoped that his face wouldn¡¯t be so red, but it was practically impossible.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been bothering Jun-kyung too much since this morning. I even brought you here without asking whether you had a meal or not.¡±


    ¡°Oh, no, no bother at all. Thanks to you, I was able to eat delicious food.¡±


    ¡°Mr. Jun-kyung Ho is really kind.¡±


    What kind of nonsense is this? Unknowingly, Jun-kyung looked at Executive Director Min.


    Unless you are a person who drinks alcohol and fires nonsense out of excitement, is this something he could say?


    No, in the first place, Executive Director Min wasn¡¯t the type to have small chat and gossip. Jun-Kyung was embarrassed by his wayward thoughts because he misunderstood Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s compliment.


    ¡°I am?¡±


    ¡°It is my personal opinion.¡±


    Executive Director Min accurately cleared out the point that Jun-kyung was puzzled by. The opponent, who wasn¡¯t interested in food as Jun-kyung, continued talking while lightly touching his left cheek which has now sunk a lot.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung makes people comfortable. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s just me.¡±


    Of course, this is only you. When Junkyung was in the same room with Executive Director Min, he was very nervous. Most other people do, though.


    ¡°It must have been because Executive Director Min is considerate of others. Thank you for looking after me.¡± Jun-Kyung also returned the compliment and thanked the other person.


    Executive Director Min smiled softly and asked, ¡°Is that so?¡±


    ¡°I know you get indigestion after eating with me, but when I eat with Jun-Kyung, I feel comfortable. I¡¯m sorry for being selfish.¡±


    ¡°Apology is not needed. It was madam¡¯s instructions in the first place, and thanks to Executive Director Min, I can eat delicious food that madam made herself.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡±


    Strangely, Executive Director Min kept apologizing, and Jun-kyung continued to make excuses. What kind of uncomfortable conversation is this?


    And it was embarrassing that Director Min knew he had an upset stomach after eating. He had to make a reasonable excuse that it wasn¡¯t because he was uncomfortable, but he wasn¡¯t confident in his ability to lie fluently.


    ¡°Mr. Junkyung.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°If it¡¯s okay, can we meet more often like this in the future? A place other than a company?¡±


    ¡°Of course. Anytime as long as madam doesn¡¯t have any tasks for me to do.¡±


    Because Director Min is the son of his employer and a successor of the company, Jun-Kyung reflexively answered flatteringly. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt regret but it was too late to retract his words.


    ¡°Thank you for your willingness to accept me.¡± A man with the impression of knowing that Jun-Kyung has accepted the request unwillingly expressed his gratitude.


    Jun-Kyung repeated ¡®I¡¯m ruined¡¯ inwardly. Executive Director Min, whether he knew his thoughts or not, gave a polite, cool smile.


    It was a turbulent day in many ways since morning.


    After meeting at the hermitage, Jun-Kyung quickly became close with Hyun-woo Min. He had never given out his phone number, but the other person called or sent messages from time to time and asked to hang out.


    Hyun-Woo often makes appointments unilaterally by finding interesting restaurants they¡¯ve never heard of or seen before and send links.


    Jun-Kyung had just stopped by a nearby franchise cafe after driving madam to the hotel. A message alert popped up from Hyun-Woo no doubt with the link to the famous restaurant.


    [They say this place is good. Let¡¯s go to dinner later.]


    After sipping the freshly made iced Americano, Jun-Kyung responded quickly.


    [I am out with madam.]


    [Then, can I ask mom to play with hyung?]


    ¡°This bastard calls his mom every now and then.¡± Jun-Kyung laughed while swearing. It was not unusual for the son to contact his mother especially if it¡¯s a son whose mom tells him to call more often.


    Every time he left work early because of Hyun-Woo, he felt apologetic. It was hard not to pay attention because he gets calls twice a week even if it¡¯s just once in a while.


    [Hey, what will I become if you keep doing this? I don¡¯t want to be fired.]


    [You won¡¯t be. You¡¯re so diligent.]


    [Still.]


    [Okay then.]


    Jun-Kyung takes another sip of cool coffee. Bzzt. Bzzt. A vibration sounded. It was his mom.


    ¡°You punk!¡±


    A sigh came out. Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t not answer, so he pushed the receive button while covering the area around the microphone with his other hand.


    ¡°Yes, madam.¡±


    ¨DThe secretary is going to pick me up later. Jun-kyung can leave work early.


    The secretary was the head office secretary. Madam intentionally hired Jun-Kyung as a personal assistant saying ¡®I don¡¯t want to be a bother to the company.¡¯


    Such a person contacted the secretary?Jun-Kyung raised his voice without realizing it due to his regret, ¡°I can come pick you up.¡±


    ¨DIt¡¯s okay. Go eat something delicious with Hyun-Woo and tell me how he is these days. It¡¯s frustrating because he doesn¡¯t say anything to me.


    ¡°Ah¡­all right.¡±


    Jun-Kyung was ready to follow madam¡¯s instructions to find out what her son was doing. It¡¯s more likely that Hyun-Woo will just blurt out.


    Still, madam seemed to be relieved that her son who usually disappeared without contact now is acquainted with her personal assistant.


    ¡°I will see madam tomorrow.¡±


    Now that he got madam¡¯s permission, he went straight to the hotel cafe and left the car keys with the staff there. Madam, who was chatting with other people, smiled when she saw Jun-Kyung. Jun-Kyung nodded his head without a word and turned around.


    [Hyung, where are you? I¡¯m on my way to pick you up.]


    Jun-Kyung sent a link to the hotel address and waited at the entrance.


    While watching when a domestic SUV with dirty mud would come in, Italian sport-car came in with a loud engine noise.


    The passenger window of the car was tinted so heavily that Jun-Kyung wondered if it was legal. The window rolled down.


    ¡°Junkyung hyung.¡±


    ¡°Uh?¡± Jun-Kyung was surprised.


    ¡°There¡¯s a car waiting behind me, so get on quickly.¡± The hotel valet staff opened the car door on behalf of Jun-Kyung. The car even had wings that opened upwards.

 CH 20

    As soon as he sat in the sports car that was low and hard to make his buttocks feel cut off, the car smoothly went off as soon as he fastened the seat-belt.


    Even before serving madam, Jun-Kyung used to drive various luxury cars, but most of them were heavy sedans. It was the first time he test drove this kind of sportscar.


    Because of the vibration and noise, the ride quality is much worse than that of a luxury sedan in the same price range, but the more the car growls, the more Junkyung feels excited.


    Hyun-woo noticed his interest in cars as he looked around and asked, ¡°How is it? Isn¡¯t it cool?¡±


    ¡°I had no idea such a car existed.¡±


    ¡°No matter what, I am still the son of the head of a chaebol.¡±


    ¡°Wow, that¡¯s bad luck.¡± Giggling, Jun-Kyung asked, ¡°But why haven¡¯t you driven it until now?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s because it¡¯s annoying when I go fishing. Everywhere I go, people would ask what I do for a living. A guy even curses me for using expensive things.¡±


    ¡°Oh.¡±


    ¡°Sometimes there are bastards who just want to eat on my back, so when playing alone, I pull up with a domestic car.¡±


    In short, Hyun-Woo doesn¡¯t want to stand out. He¡¯s not just from a wealthy family but the youngest son of the head of a great conglomerate, so he attracts attention even when he¡¯s standing still. There will be times when he doesn¡¯t like it no matter how much of an iron nerve he has.


    Jun-Kyung knew how clear it was when such interest sometimes went overboard. He¡¯s personally experienced it, and he¡¯s also a bodyguard hired to stop that.


    ¡°So, did you bring me along specifically for that reason?¡±


    ¡°Of course. What kind of person is our hyung Ho Jun-kyung? Don¡¯t you know that I love you?¡±


    Few people treat the staff who serve their mother so comfortably. Usually, consciously or unconsciously, there is a tendency to subtly engage in power game. In comparison, Min Hyun-woo had a very good personality despite his special living environment and his young age.


    The restaurant they decided to go to today was a restaurant that handles all kinds of various meat. There was a parking spot, but it was mostly full even though it was still early in the evening. There are also a couple of people waiting for a seat to be available.


    ¡°I should¡¯ve known this would happen when he didn¡¯t take reservations.¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s go somewhere else.¡±


    ¡°No. The old guy said this place is really delicious.¡±


    Hyun-woo insisted that restaurants recommended by the old men at fishing spots never fail.


    If he wants to eat internal meat, he can go to a high-end Korean restaurant with a parking lot and an extra private room. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t expect the rich bastard to have some weird obstinacy, but he let him do whatever he wanted.


    After waiting 40 minutes, Hyun-woo successfully packed the food and got into the car. The smell of greasy tripe was strong inside the huge sportscar.


    The fact that he didn¡¯t care whether the expensive car was dirty or smelled was like the son of a conglomerate. If Jun-kyung was the owner of the car, don¡¯t even talk about meat, even bottled water is also prohibited.


    ¡°Where are you going now? Han River?¡±


    ¡°To my house.¡±


    ¡°For what fun?¡±


    ¡°For the fun of drinking? I¡¯ve been thinking about it from the beginning.¡±


    It was then that he realized why he had to come to the giblets house with his noisy car.


    ¡°What?¡± Hyeon-woo, who was pulling out the car, pretended to be innocent.


    ¡°You drove this car with the intention of getting to-go. Alcohol can¡¯t be left out when consuming meat, so how can I entrust this car to you?¡±


    ¡°As long as one of us doesn¡¯t drink, right?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re lucky.¡±


    Hyun-Woo only smiled even though his intentions were discovered. Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t hate his cheekiness, so he laughed out loud. Even after knowing both older and younger brothers, there¡¯s never been a time when the two drink alone.


    They didn¡¯t meet at home because they went to a restaurant and to be honest, they weren¡¯t close enough to go in and out of the house.


    If someone else had asked him to come, he would have refused. Since high school, he¡¯s never stayed late at someone¡¯s house.


    ¡®Is this the first time drinking at someone else¡¯s house since the omega expression?¡¯


    Even when he was in college, he never got caught up in a booze in my seniors and juniors¡¯ rooms. If you blindly drink alcohol in a comfortable place, the limit is released, and it tends to lead to binge drinking, and binge drinking soon causes mishaps.


    There was an incident where, while drinking at a regular pub in front of the school where students liked, a senior with a bad drinking habit got drunk and quarreled with Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Hey, does Omega feel that way even for men?¡±


    Jun-Kyung answered with his fist. The senior cracked his jaw and had to take a semester off. Since then, Jun-kyung has refrained from drinking comfortably with male friends.


    Of course, other people didn¡¯t bother to call Jun-Kyung unless it was for an event. He doesn¡¯t have a lover, nor does he have any special feelings for them. It was only recently that he start having fun while exploring restaurants thanks to Hyun-woo Min.


    ¡°Know that it is an honor to come to your house.¡±


    ¡°I know.¡± Hyun-Woo, who was very flattering, really treated Junkyung like a VIP. It felt good to be in the position of being served since he was always in the position of serving.


    Hyun-Woo, wearing a comfortable white T-shirt and cotton pants, bought beer, soju, vodka, and cranberry juice, and greeted the convenience store owner.


    ¡°Why did you buy so much?¡±


    ¡°The only thing I drink at home is purified water.¡±


    Judging from how he is, Jun-Kyung thought he was the type to drink at the house, but surprisingly, that was not the case.


    Hyun-Woo¡¯s familiar but awkward apartment complex was similar to Junkyung¡¯s studio except for the size. The tidying up was not done by the person himself, but by a housekeeper who visited regularly.


    He placed the bag he had brought on a marble island table, which was much more expensive than it appeared. Hyun-Woo, who volunteered to bring a heavy bottle of wine, took out a glass and ice. It was funny to see him ready to drink even though he usually doesn¡¯t drink.


    When someone laid a plate, Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t sit still. That was how he grew up in family and what he had learned from the unfair rebuke he had as an athlete. While the landlord was preparing to open a bottle, Jun-kyung took off the plastic wraps naturally.


    ¡°Hyung is a guest. Just sit still.¡±


    ¡°What guests? We are eating together.¡±


    ¡°Still.¡±


    Hyun-Woo stopped him from using his hand and eventually took the bag of giblets to the sink. Jun-Kyung tried to help by taking out a plate but was pushed away.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take care of it, so wash your hands and come.¡±


    Jun-Kyung went to the bathroom as instructed. He couldn¡¯t find any hand wash, so he just squeezed something and soaped it. The pale yellow transparent gel gave off a mellow odor. It was a very luxurious scent.


    After he wiped his hands and came out, the table was set up nicely.


    Did I say that clothes are wings? The wings of food were plates.


    When the stir-fried giblets and grilled meat from a shabby restaurant was placed on a white porcelain plate, it looked like a great dish.


    Silicone place mats and simple tableware were set up. Each one was as sophisticated as seen on an interior magazine set.


    Without delay, Hyun-Woo immediately clapped the glass and drank it in one breath.


    ¡°Nice.¡±


    ¡°This is the taste.¡± Jun-Kyung chewed a piece of giblets while admiring the taste of cold beer that was chilled to the bone. Spicy and salty, the taste was palpable.


    ¡°It tastes better than it looks.¡±


    ¡°Right? It¡¯s really delicious. The meat has no odor and is chewy.¡±


    ¡°Fill your glass a little more.¡± As he held out an empty glass, Hyun-woo picked up a bottle of soju and suddenly sniffed his nose.


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Hey, give me your hand.¡±


    Hyun-Woo caught Jun-Kyung¡¯s hand and his nose brushed the knuckles of the fingers holding the glass. For a moment, an eerie displeasure crossed his spine. He pulled his hand back and set the empty glass firmly on the table.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    ¡°Did you use what was in the bathroom?¡±


    ¡°Uh, why? Can¡¯t I use it?¡±


    Are you trying to accuse me of using expensive things? Jun-Kyung was about to say something about not being petty as a kid who drives hundreds of millions of a sport car.


    ¡°No, you can use it. It smells a bit¡­¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong with the scent? It smells good.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s kind of¡­never mind.¡±


    ¡°If you don¡¯t like it, should I go back and wash?¡±


    ¡°No, no. It¡¯s okay.¡±


    Hyun-woo, who smiled awkwardly, poured soju into his glass instead of Jun-kyung¡¯s.


    ¡°Hey, drink slowly.¡±


    ¡°I am at home anyway.¡± There is no need to drive since he can just fall asleep on the floor. Of course, Jun-Kyung was planning to leave at the right time.


    Hyun-Woo who finished drinking half the glass looked up at Jun-Kyung.


    Jun-kyung put down his glass and asked slowly, ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°You know, what¡¯s going on between Hyun-Seung hyung and you?¡±

 CH 21

    ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°Like what do you do when you meet?¡±


    Hyun-Woo, who glanced sideways, muttered, ¡°When we met at the main house before, you two suddenly disappeared and didn¡¯t answer my call.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s why you are pissed off?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not upset. Come to think of it, Hyunseung hyung and you are not even friends. Why are you going out together?¡±


    Jun-Kyung snorted at his whiny tone.


    ¡°Then why don¡¯t you follow me when I tell you to come out? And you were the one who left me in charge of Executive Director Min. Don¡¯t you remember what you said first?¡±


    As he pointed out, Hyun-Woo twisted his lips as if displeased. Even though he¡¯s not that huge, his action contrasts sharply with his body build that Jun-Kyung bursts into laughter. Why is he acting cute?


    ¡°Executive Director Min said he hadn¡¯t eaten, so I followed him to the restaurant. You ate with the chairman too.¡±


    ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you reply?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t have the guts to check my phone in front of Executive Director Min.¡±


    ¡°I guess you are the only one who¡¯s scared. I don¡¯t care.¡±


    ¡°So? If you¡¯re going to abuse your power, we can forget about you calling me hyung. Shall we, Hyun-woo Min?¡± Instead of sitting comfortably, Jun-Kyung angles his posture to show respect.


    The opponent¡¯s expression became even more distorted. ¡°No, that¡¯s not what I meant.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t expect too much from a poor office worker. If it¡¯s unfair, you can climb up higher than Director Min. If you become the vice-president, don¡¯t you know that I will listen to you first?¡±


    It was 100% a joke. If Min Hyun-woo becomes vice-chairman, Hyun-seung Min will be the chairman among the chairman, so the situation of having to grovel more to Hyun-Seung Min will not change.


    ¡°But why does Hyunseung hyung suddenly eat with Jun-Kyung hyung? You used to eat well alone. Hyun-Seung hyung is a grown-up, why does he need someone to eat with him?¡±


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you the one who whined to eat with you when we first met? At least the Executive Director eats the lunch box that his mother brought for him. You let it rot every day.¡± Hyun-Woo bit the inside of his cheek after being criticized.


    As the glass was empty, Junkyung poured the beer again.


    Anyway, it was a problem that Hyun-seung Min¡¯s presence was so clear even in his absence. Jun-Kyung was about to lose the taste of alcohol. ¡°Let¡¯s just have a drink.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Soju, beer, and various spirits were mixed in each other¡¯s glasses. It¡¯s been a long time since he¡¯s been drinking comfortably, so he went in really drunk. They laughed and chatted all night together, arguing nonsense with just the two of them.


    **********


    Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.


    The vibration continued. Jun-kyung, who had fallen into a sticky sleep, immediately woke up like the best bodyguard. The world reflected in the hazy vision was still dark.


    He fumbled for his phone, which was ringing non-stop, but found it difficult to lift. He barely tilted his head and held the small screen close to his swollen eyes. The light from the liquid crystal pierced his eyes. ¡°Ah.¡±


    He closed his stinging eyes tightly and then opened them again, barely focusing on the blurred focus.


    [Mother]


    ¡°Uh¡­ hum?¡±


    Mother? Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t save his mom¡¯s contact as ¡®Mother¡¯. He noticed that the phone wallpaper was unfamiliar. After thinking for a moment, he realized it was someone else¡¯s cell phone.


    ¡°Damn.¡±


    He turned the screen over to block the light, then closed his eyes and went back to sleep. His half-awake head rolled over, thinking of who the owner of the cell phone was. At the same time, he realized the presence of the guy lying next to him while the phone rang non-stop.


    ¡°Hey, hey, hey, pick up the phone.¡±


    ¡°Hmm?¡±


    Instead of calling him to answer the person, Jun-kyung pulled the blanket off the person.


    ¡°Hey¡­ Min Hyun-woo, pick up the phone.¡± Maybe because he just woke up, his throat felt very sore that it felt like he swallowed some sand.


    ¡°Hey!¡± He couldn¡¯t stand it, so he threw the phone on the guy¡¯s back. The guy who didn¡¯t move after being hit on the back of his bare back jumped up, swearing.


    ¡°Why?¡±


    ¡°Phone¡­answer the phone.¡±


    ¡°You can take it instead.¡±


    ¡°Today is a holiday. I don¡¯t work on holidays.¡±


    ¡°Really.¡±


    The vibration started coming again. Every time Hyun-Woo moved, the floor shook. He drank a lot of alcohol and passed out without even remembering how and when he fell asleep. After all, it was a bed that was worth the money.


    Hyun-Woo, who quickly rolled up the blanket, turned around the bed and headed towards the auxiliary bathroom. No matter how much of a holiday it was, Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t help but worry about it because it was a call from madam. His gaze naturally turned in that direction.


    The strong body boasting fine muscles in spite of blurred vision was amazingly nude without a single panty on.


    ¡®Crazy bastard, who sleeps naked.¡¯


    ¡°Uh, why?¡±


    The husky voice that answered the phone was full of irritation. How dare you talk like that to a nice mom? If it wasn¡¯t because he was her son, Jun-Kyung wanted to hit him. Of course, after sleeping more.


    There was a sound of water for a while, but then it stopped. Soon after, the owner of the house in underwear appeared through the open dressing room.


    Dressed in beige slacks over his underwear, he hoisted his feet on the vanity chair and folded his hem a couple of times. The phone rang again.


    ¡°Oh, I am dressed now. Junkyung hyung? He went home last evening.¡±


    ¡®Wow, you little bastard, lying to your mother without blinking an eye.¡¯


    The guy who disappeared into the dressing room and came out threw his striped shirt on the dressing table. As he continued to look into the mirror while talking on the phone, something strange caught Jun-Kyung¡¯s eye.


    There were several red stripes on the back of his upper forearm, on his shoulders, and on his back wing bones. It looked like a scratch from sleeping naked, or a violent act if you looked at it wrongly. Considering the comfort of the bed, wouldn¡¯t the latter be more credible?


    ¡®You are really showing me everything in just one night, Min Hyun-woo. But when did he call the woman? I thought he was a good guy, even if he was a little weird. That¡¯s the case with a chaebol family. Dirty bastard.¡¯


    While complaining inside, Min Hyun-woo, dressed in clothes, came closer. He was already too lazy to wake up. What if I sleep a little longer in a house without an owner? I¡¯ve seen everything, and it¡¯s not like I am going to steal.


    ¡°Hyung, sleeping?¡±


    ¡°Ugh.¡± He answered lying face down.


    ¡°I¡¯m really sorry, but something happened at my house, so I¡¯ll go back for a while. All of a sudden, my father is looking for me. Why are you making an important announcement on a holiday when everyone is off?¡±


    He¡¯s talking about weekends and holidays considering he¡¯s not even employed.


    ¡°It won¡¯t take long, so don¡¯t go anywhere. Hyung, are you listening?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Jun-Kyung can¡¯t even bother to check thoroughly. Even if you come back right away, it takes more than an hour going back and forth. He was about to get up after 30 minutes of idling.


    ¡°Okay? I¡¯ll call you later. Be sure to take it.¡±


    Min hyun-woo found the phone he didn¡¯t know where and put it on his palm. Silence came along as the front door opened and closed.


    Why do you tell me to answer your own phone calls when you don¡¯t answer your mom¡¯s calls? Selfish bastard.


    Even though it was someone else¡¯s house, about 50% of the discomfort evaporated when he was left alone. The spacious new apartment, which housekeepers visit regularly, was very comfortable compared to Jun-Kyung¡¯s small studio. The unfamiliar freshness of someone else¡¯s house subtly encouraged laziness.


    ¡®Should I really wait until he comes?¡¯


    It¡¯s a holiday anyway, so there¡¯s nothing special to do. He can eat together and play, then go home slowly. The comfort of the luxurious bed seduced Jun-kyung. I¡¯m sick. Do I have to get up?


    In an instant, Min Hyun-woo¡¯s back, which was full of red nail marks, came to mind.


    You really didn¡¯t do it next to me, did you? Why does my back hurt?


    How many times did he get bean up while sleeping next to them? As soon as he thought about it, he got angry.


    ¡®Ah, really, I can¡¯t lie down because it¡¯s dirty.¡¯


    What is the most comfortable place for an alpha chick to crotch? As soon as he thought about it, he jumped up.


    ¡°Uhhhhh!¡±


    He was about to get up. However, the moment he lifted his upper body, his lower back and lower body were suddenly about to split. It hurt so much that his eyes went dark. He couldn¡¯t even scream and fell forward. The head, bowed in pain, was slammed into the pillow.


    ¡°D¡­disc?¡±


    He remembered the moment when one of his seniors suddenly ruptured while exercising. The gentle senior man cried while moaning like a child.


    ¡°Hey, toes! Do you have any sensation in your toes?¡±


    Even as he was sick to death, Jun-kyung tried to move his toes. Fortunately, his two big toes moved pretty well. He bent all his other toes as well, concentrating on the sensation of scratching on the soft duvet. Fortunately, it was easy to move. It was a little dull, but it had a sense of touch.


    As he moved slowly, his legs began to listen. Although it was very painful, there was no problem in moving. It wasn¡¯t a ruptured disc, it was more like muscle pain.


    ¡°Oh my God.¡±


    What happened while I was sleeping that my muscles are screaming like this? I¡¯ve never felt so much pain while exercising.


    Apparently someone hit him while he was sleeping. He was certain.

 CH 22

    ¡°Ugh!¡±


    Before drinking, his actions suddenly flashed before his eyes like a silent movie. Even though he was merely a bodyguard, he dared to treat the son of the head of a large conglomerate without honorifics. Maybe it was okay when Hyun-Woo is in a good mood, but he may suddenly have a temper when he¡¯s drinking.


    No matter how close they were, Hyun-Woo is a bastard who drives a domestic SUV and goes fishing all over the country with strangers. It is highly probable that he has learned some dirty habit.


    Whether his muscles were torn or not, Jun-Kyung stood up. He crawled out of bed with his creaking limbs. Cheap swear words popped out. It was time to shake off the blanket that was wrapped around him and stand up.


    ¡°What?¡±


    The whole body was numb, especially the lower back. His gaze automatically turned downward. It was in a natural state. In other words, there were no panties.


    ¡°What?¡±


    Unknowingly, he groped his body with his hand, like someone who had been hit with a knife. His sluggish arms moved quickly to other parts of the body.


    Both hands touched the chest, went up to the shoulder, then the side, down to the thigh, and finally gathered in the crotch. It was the instinct of a person who suddenly realized that he was naked and tried to hide it even when no one was watching.


    His face flushed. At someone¡¯s house who he was in a working relationship with, no matter how drunk I was, he shouldn¡¯t act like this. Maybe he¡¯s on drugs? Otherwise, it¡¯s crazy!


    As he stood up, the pain spread to the inside of his thigh. He wanted to get out of this house right away. He slowly moved his tangled head in search of clothes, but there was nothing near the bed. Maybe it¡¯s in the living room.


    He moved slowly like a patient. Every time his heel hit the floor, a tingling pain ran through his body, down his spine. How do you get hit like this?


    After a few seconds, the pain that hit him like a raging wave subsided slightly. He let out a breath he had been holding back. His head was spinning as his vision flickered.


    His experience and instinct as an athlete told him that there¡¯s definitely something more to it than just muscle pain. If he ignores this, he will surely regret it later.He needs to go to the hospital right away and get a diagnosis.


    He grit his teeth and moves with all his might.


    A scorching bitterness pain as if he¡¯s been slashed by a knife came again. Before he could hold his breath, a strange sensation followed. The horrifying sensation of hot water rushing out of his body.


    It¡¯s similar to the feeling you feel in the bath house and often at the time Jun-kyung hates the most. His swaying gaze turned downward again. His thighs were visibly convulsing.


    Soon after, blood mixed with fluid slowly drips around Jun-Kyung¡¯s heel.


    The head, which had been creaking with a hangover, came to a sudden stop. All of his senses went numb as he got fed up.


    Physical pain darkened his vision, but mental trauma was the opposite. Jun-kyung¡¯s vision burned white along with his brain.


    As a result, he couldn¡¯t go to the hospital. No, he couldn¡¯t afford to go.


    Instead, he went home and washed his body to get rid of the sensations on his body. He covered him with hot water enough to sting his flesh. The hot water, which had been pouring for a long time suddenly cut off, followed by cold water pouring out.


    Jun-Kyung stood dazedly under the stream of water until his lips turned blue. His mind was in a mess.


    ¡®What do I do? What should I do?¡¯


    I don¡¯t know what to do.


    What to do after coming home and washing up? If there¡¯s no problems, treat it as if nothing happened? I mean, uh¡­.


    ¡°Oh!¡± For a moment, his mind flashed. In order to prevent the occurrence of a terrible, absolutely unacceptable situation, immediately¡­!


    Doop!


    As he rushed out of the shower, his foot slipped and fell violently. The shock shook the bones all over his body. A light flashed in front of him, but the important thing right now was not that he was ill.


    ¡°Ugh.¡±


    Like an injured person, he suffered both internal and external injuries. Jun-kyung crawled halfway to the place where he had put his medicine.


    Ignoring the pain, he forcibly pulled out the medicine.


    Crunch!


    The white mug shattered along with the medicine bag. Roughly pushing out the sharp fragments, he picked up the medicine bag and tore it. The pills flew and fell through the shards of the mug.


    Swallowing a curse, he quickly opened another bag. This time, the white pill stuck to the wet palm. He scraped the pills with his teeth and swallowed them, then opened the next packet of pills. He swallowed four pills. When he opened the fifth one, he remembered the doctor¡¯s voice.


    ¡®Some people eat it how many they want, but that¡¯s trouble. It is not for daily use, but an emergency medicine, so you have to keep the right dosage. If symptoms do not improve after taking one¡­¡¯


    The doctor, who continued to speak in a mechanical and somewhat lazy tone, made the final statement as strong and clear as possible.


    But not the hospital, never. He never wants to go.


    He doesn¡¯t want to go through the eerie sensation of having his legs spread out in a disgusting chair and a gel-coated ultrasound device entering his intestines. Furthermore¡­


    A doctor will immediately know the purpose of his visit to the hospital.


    Before being the doctor, the nurse will ask a questionnaire.


    ?When was your last sexual experience?


    ?Do you have any experience when it comes to Omega?


    (Please indicate the date of the most recent note.)


    The question that he always skips every time he went to the clinic stood out in his mind.


    He opened the fifth and sixth bags with trembling hands, Now he was cold enough from various shocks along with excessive excitement. The water-soaked medicine adhered to the mouth and melted, giving it a bitter bitter taste.


    He couldn¡¯t remember whether or not he had opened the seventh bag and put it in his mouth. Befitting of ¡¯emergency¡¯, the senses of the whole body became dull due to the rapid effect.


    Like a haze rising through the dizzying field of vision, he hurriedly walked over to the bed. There was something stinging in the middle of the sole of the foot. The last thing he remembered was the ceiling as he stumbled.


    The sound of running water continued through the open bathroom door. Enough water to fill the ten large tubs went straight into the sewers.


    Bzzt. Bzzt.


    The vibration of the phone was added to the sound of water flowing.


    As soon as the owner, who was psychologically shaken due to the physical upheaval, entered the house, the cell phone was thrown onto the bed because it was new and expensive unlike the clothes that were left haphazardly in front of the bathroom.


    Of course, the half-psychedelic owner didn¡¯t save the phone with such a purpose. It was more because of his instinct. The thin cell phone was pouring all the remaining battery into the vibration function. Someone continues to send signals to the lost owner.


    Even if he revives his senses, the pain felt is still the same. The owner, who enjoys the soft fabric, crushed the cell phone with his bare body. The silicone case that fits snugly against the sleek body frame sticks to the owner¡¯s body temperature.


    The owner tossed and turned. His stiff movements performed a surprising miracle by pushing the accept button on the cell phone.


    ¡ªHello?


    ¡°Heh, heh, heh, heh.¡±


    The owner¡¯s painful breathing flowed into the small, sensitive microphone.


    ¡ªMr. Jun-Kyung? Can you hear me?


    The voice coming through the speaker wasn¡¯t the one that usually called. Subtle emotions were carried in the cold and strong voice that was received.


    ¡ªMr. Jun-kyung Ho?Jun-kyung? Is it a communication error? Is the signal twisted?


    It¡¯s hard for a cell phone with a body without limbs to do the miracle of reconnecting calls twice. The owner would have to respond.


    ¡°Heh¡­heh, heh.¡±


    ¡ªMr. Jun-kyung Ho? Why is your breathing like that? What happened? Where are you? I don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on, but I¡¯m going to Ho Jun-kyung¡¯s house right now!


    That was all the voice the cell phone received. Under the heavy weight of the owner¡¯s body, the cell phone plunged into death silence.


    In the meantime, the head office communication in charge of the signal give the following announcement ¡®The person you are trying to call can¡¯t answer the phone right now.¡¯


    ***


    It felt like his head was going to explode. It¡¯s probably broken. That¡¯s why it hurts. He wanted to put his mind back. But damn it, it didn¡¯t work out the way he wanted it to.


    It felt like a fire was stuck in the top of his head and stirred inside his skull. Contrary to the sharp headache, the whole body was infinitely drowsy. The presence of the limbs was faint.


    It was said that hearing is the last sense of living before death. Likewise, hearing was the first sense to come to life at the moment of awakening. Even though the other sensory organs were dull, the ears gradually opened.


    Two people, a man and a woman to be exact, were talking in low voices. His head hurt too much to understand the contents.


    The pain became clearer as the mind slowly awakened. A low groan escaped his lips. At the same time, the conversation between the man and woman ended.


    ¡°Mr. Junkyung?¡±

 CH 23

    A voice came close. It sounds familiar, but he couldn¡¯t remember who it was. He turned his head in the direction of the sound. Something that was neither a word nor a moan crept through his lips.


    ¡°Are you coming to your senses? If you can hear me, look over here.¡± A strange woman said.


    It was a clear voice like fresh sparkling water. Even though he was in a confused state, Jun-Kyung does what the voice instructs and turns to the side of the voice.


    ¡°Mr. Jun-Kyung Ho? Do you know what happened? You are at a hospital.¡±


    ¡°Um¡­¡±


    ¡°You came in by ambulance due to acute drug addiction. Do you remember what you took?¡±


    There was also a bit of anger mixed in the voice. He doesn¡¯t know why he¡¯s being scolded, but Junkyung nodded slowly, remembering that drug he took.


    ¡°Oh Gosh. Why is the young man acting like this? No matter how bad things happen, if you die, it¡¯s a waste of money. Who wants to die? And these days, no matter how much medicine you take, you won¡¯t die. If you eat a truckload, you¡¯re going to die of intestinal perforation. It¡¯s just trash and makes many people suffer, so next time if you want to die, don¡¯t take medicine and run somewhere¡­.¡±


    The woman who had been lecturing was suddenly interrupted.


    ¡°Let¡¯s do it later. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s right to say to someone who can¡¯t even open their eyes right now.¡±


    ¡°Well, I¡¯ll have to scold you. Fine.¡±


    Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know what the man was doing, but he felt an uncomfortable atmosphere, a very familiar discomfort. It was then that he seemed to know who he was. The embarrassment crept up.


    With a body like a paper box soaked in rain, it was overwhelming to accept the delicate emotions. In addition, the drill for road constructions nested inside his skull was in full swing.


    ¡°The patient is doing well now. Gastric lavage was avoided, but he will be hospitalized until the drug is off his system. The ER is full of patients waiting. You can¡¯t find a hospital room even if you break a bone while working hard at a construction site to earn daily wage, so I don¡¯t know what to say about a single room for a patient that came for drug overdose. But money is the enemy. Hospitals run only when there is money, and the salary of a competent doctor like me comes out from there. Executive Director Min, please come see me for a moment.¡±


    The woman who spoke out without hesitation went away with Executive Director Min. A small whisper of something continued for a while, and then someone left. The remaining person came closer to Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Mr. Junkyung?¡±


    As expected, it was the Executive Director Min. There was some anxiety in his cold voice. It was amazing, is it really Director Min? The incarnation of that saffron? Jun-Kyung wondered if he had taken the wrong medicine and had gone through a different dimension.


    ¡°Just in case, I also brought Junkyung¡¯s cell phone.¡±


    He heard a cell phone placed on a small shelf next to the bed. He turned his head towards it. He should at least open his eyes to express his gratitude and sorry. The glued eyelids did not think of falling off. Every time he tried to blink his eyes open, he got strangely nauseous. Even bitter water came up.


    Woah.


    The body that neither the scolding of a competent doctor nor to give apology to party A can cause it to stand up reflexively arose from the nausea.


    ¡°Oh, gosh!¡±


    There¡¯s definitely a bucket of bile. When he got ready to vomit in earnest, nothing came up. Only the stomach, which repeatedly contracted and expanded intensely, was in pain as if stabbed with a knife. A large hand swept down the bent back.


    ¡°Here, drink a little water.¡±


    A straw touched his mouth. It was cold and fresh, so I wanted to keep drinking, but the upset stomach couldn¡¯t take more than two sips. He shook his head like a foolish child and expressed his desire to stop drinking.


    ¡°I¡¯ll leave it here, so drink whenever  you are thirsty.¡±


    Maybe because he¡¯s hydrated? Or maybe it¡¯s because the tears wet his eyes a bit from when he¡¯s nauseous. Anyway, he was able to open his eyes a little this time.


    A giant in a dark suit entered his vision between the calm and luxurious pastel-toned background. As expected, it was Executive Director Min.


    Executive Director Min pressed the remote control, and the bed moved on its own. The medical bed equipped with the latest recliner function supported the back and knees comfortably.


    He was at a loss of what to say.


    I¡¯m sorry. Thank you so much for taking care of me. But how come you are here and not someone else?


    ¡°Executive Director Min Sir.¡± The helpless tone of a hospitalized patient highlights his remorse more.


    ¡°Let¡¯s talk later. Do you remember what I said earlier?¡±


    ¡°Oh.¡±


    ¡°I explained to my mother that you were taking a week off due to personal reasons. Don¡¯t worry, my secretary will go to my parents¡¯house for a while while Junkyung is away. He¡¯s a considerate person, so there won¡¯t be much trouble.¡±


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    He was going to say he doesn¡¯t have to, but changed his mind. He sporadically remembered what a doctor said earlier. If you want to die, jump instead of taking medicine. He was spared from stomach washing. There were lots of patients in ER, and he was in a one-person ward.


    If Jun-kyung was a little nicer human being, he would move to a multi-person room instead of a single-person room, or, since he came to his senses, he would just get the remaining IV drips and rest at home, but he didn¡¯t want to. Even for a few days, he wanted to rest under the protection of the chaebol.


    In particular, if a significant cause of this situation is due to Director Min¡¯s younger brother, he¡¯s justified to receive some care.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to take care of the situation, so don¡¯t worry about hospital bills and get a good rest.¡±


    Of course, no, not of course. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t want to bring up Min Hyun-woo here. In addition, there is no surprise that the alcohol he drank yesterday was the fault here.


    It was personal. It was also a secret to be carried to the grave.


    Min Hyun-woo.


    The invisible drill that has been digging through the brain since waking up suddenly stopped. Director Min came here because he heard something from Hyun-woo Min? His blood suddenly stopped.


    ¡°Junkyung doesn¡¯t look good, so I¡¯ll call the doctor. Even though she speaks a little harshly, her skills are good.¡±


    Jun-kyung did everything he could to stop Executive Min from pressing the call button. He stole the remote control from Executive Director Min and placed it in the duvet, to be precise, under his thigh.


    ¡°Mr. Junkyung?¡±


    Executive Director Min called Jun-kyung as if puzzled.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay. I just need to take a break. But how did you¡­how did you get me to the hospital?¡±


    ¡°Call, you don¡¯t remember?¡±


    ¡°A call?¡±


    ¡°Junkyung, I know it¡¯s a holiday, but I called to see if we could have lunch together if we had time. However, the recipient sounds a little weird.¡±


    He didn¡¯t remember it at all. Did the Managing Director Min call him? Did he even talk on the phone? His eyes automatically turned to his cell phone on the table. After a moment¡¯s hesitation, Executive Director Min smiled with a slightly embarrassed look.


    ¡°You asked me for help.¡±


    ¡°What? Who, me?¡±


    ¡°Yes. If my memory is correct.¡±


    That¡¯s right. That¡¯s right. Otherwise, the busy Executive Director Hyun-seung Min wouldn¡¯t be here.


    Does the Managing Director Min have any reason to lie? Even though he thought it wouldn¡¯t be there, he wanted to check the phone. As their eyes kept moving towards the phone, Executive Director Min approached the phone and handed over the phone.


    ¡°I have it charged.¡±


    ¡°Oh, thank you.¡±


    When he got it, the phone was off. His fingers were weak and kept slipping off the power button. Executive Director Min manually grabbed the phone and showed his kindness by pressing the power button firmly.


    A light power notification sounded and the phone screen turned on. Simultaneously with Jun-Kyung pressing the phone, Executive Director Min looked at his watch.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I have to go. I didn¡¯t tell anyone about the hospitalization because it was a drug accident and I thought it would cause misunderstanding. The only people who know right now are the doctor you saw earlier and myself. Oh, and 911 agent. But other than that, no one knows so don¡¯t worry and get some rest.¡±


    ¡°You must have been busy, but I caused trouble in many ways. Thank you.¡±


    ¡°Not you, it¡¯s karma for calling you with the intention of taking away Jun-kyung¡¯s precious holiday.¡±


    After leaving a joke that wasn¡¯t very funny, Executive Director Min left the hospital room.


    When he was left alone, Jun-Kyung was belatedly stunned. Come to think of it, there were not one or two shocking kindnesses made by Director Min. He drank the remaining ion water while holding onto his head which is more painful in a different sense than before.


    Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.


    His phone suddenly started vibrating like crazy. Missed calls and messages that arrived while the power was turned off were coming in simultaneously. He thought it would stop soon, but I was wrong.


    Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.


    At first, he thought his phone was broken. But looking at the screen, he knew it wasn¡¯t.


    ¡®Hyun-Woo Min¡¯


    It was Min Hyun-woo. Over 150 messages and over 60 missed calls arrived. He tried to check the message app but stopped. Obviously, as soon as the check mark appears, he will get a reply or a call.


    First, he opened the text app. Except for Min Hyun-woo, all the text messages that arrived were advertisements. When he turned on the phone app, Min Hyun-woo¡¯s cell phone, home phone, and unknown number were made alternately.


    Among them was a phone call from my mother-in-law. There was even a phone call from the president. He got about ten calls from the auntie. Chairman and wife, all phone calls must have been made by Min Hyun-woo.


    Bzzt.


    A long vibration came.

 CH 24

    Startled, Jun-Kyung dropped the phone. Min Hyun-woo¡¯s name was visible on the screen.


    What do I do about the call? If there¡¯s one person I hate in the world right now, it is Min Hyun-woo.


    The swearing was intense, ¡°What a dog bastard!¡±


    He immediately had the urge to grab him by the neck and tie him up, then beat him with his knee and bend his waist in the opposite direction. He should have known from the time when this bastard suggested drinking.


    Hyun-Woo Min drove the car on purpose. Naturally, Hyun-Woo expected that him going home would not be smooth. He must have done this trick on purpose to crush the cheeky Jun-kyung.


    This crazy punk!


    He is a fox pretending to not be one. He¡¯s a crazy fox with rabies. Jun-Kyung believed him when Hyun-Woo said to treat him comfortably like brothers. He himself was so stupid.


    Why did he treat the words of an employer seriously when maybe they are just saying it out of politeness? This is largely due to the fact that he fell for Hyun-Woo¡¯s innocent and sad impression.


    Jun-Kyung mistakenly thought they were really friends. What madman would be so good to an employee? Hyun-Woo wasn¡¯t treating him well because he wanted to be close.


    Just because he¡¯s an easy omega. It was only because Jun-kyung was an Omega. He should have noticed. He got excited because it¡¯s been a long time since he has had friends. ¡°Really, crazy.¡±


    Omega tries to escape from a predetermined role, but he eventually realizes again. Intoxicated with stupid beliefs, he was not aware of his identity and situation, and the price he paid came back as a painful shock.


    Alpha, I can¡¯t believe I thought I could become real friends with the son of a VIP.


    The pain itself felt dirty. He was so distressed that he took medications carelessly and the situation where he received help from Hyun-Seung Min was shameful.


    Bzzt. Bzzt.


    The vibrating continued every 1 minute as if he knew that the power had been turned on.


    Jun-Kyung wanted to smash my anger. In fact, ignoring the muscle pain, he lifted the phone up to his shoulder to toss and then stopped.


    The cell phone was not at fault. If it¡¯s anyone¡¯s fault, it would be him who drank so much that he fell for the same bastard and became a cheap drunk. The raised hand went down slowly.


    He didn¡¯t want to see the phone ringing constantly, so he turned it off. He shouldn¡¯t have turned it on in the first place.


    He pulled the blanket and lay flat on his back.


    Thanks to this, the muscles that were screaming all at once became silent. The body is comfortable, but the misery is doubled.


    He held his breath quietly and tightly curled his lips like when a cartoon character is in an embarrassing situation. He tightened his chin and tried to hold it in. He managed to hold back the lump that rose up his throat. However, one strand of anger betrayed Jun-Kyung¡¯s effort to calm down.


    Tears welled up. His nose twitched. Tears crept down the bridge of his nose and ran down his cheeks.


    Sniffling.


    Taking the drug was just an impulsive act, not specifically to die. Maybe if he took the inhibitor, this shit that happened to him would go away. Fortunately, hormonal drugs act as the Plan-B contraceptive pill.


    Just thinking about the word ¡®morning after pill¡¯ made him feel cold. Hopefully that won¡¯t happen though. What if the worst happens? But now that he thinks about it, the cold rebuke of the doctor was not without a sound.


    ¡®Go jump if you really want to die¡¯.


    With tears in his eyes, he lifted his head and looked out the window. It was tightly closed. It will hurt if he jumps. It¡¯ll be on the news too.


    No, since it is related to the chaebol family, there is a greater possibility that even if he falls to death in a hospital, he will be quietly buried.


    The lives of his parents who believe that their healthy son cannot die suddenly will be ruined by one-man protests and lawsuits. Also, his brother.


    It was miserable. He wants to die. His body hurts too much.


    Hyun-woo Min, you rotten food waste, I will kill you.


    He can¡¯t remember how many times he drank alcohol. If he drinks again in the future, he will be Hyun-Woo Min¡¯s little brother.


    The VIP ward was quiet. There were only a few sights of medical staff and the medical trolley rolling back and forth. Since he was born in a healthy body, he¡¯s never had a lot of IVs. A nurse came in. It was time to sort things out.


    ¡°Mr. Ho Jun-kyung.¡±


    With a cheerful call, the nurse dragged the tray in. While the awkward Jun-Kyung was wriggling, the nurse quickly took blood pressure and temperature and changed the IV.


    Then the nurse touched Junkyung¡¯s foot. It was only then that he realized that there was a small dressing on the sole of his right foot. The nurse applied the ointment while changing the dressing. Jun-Kyung¡¯s soles were throbbing.


    The nurse lowered the bed put on by the Executive Director Min flat. ¡°Turn around. Not that way, this way.¡±


    The nurse pulled up the thin hospital blanket at once. Jun-Kyung was wearing clothing that patients normally wear with the back-open dress. His shame doubled. He tried to spread the hem well while lying on his side, but the nurse put the hem away with a firm touch.


    ¡°No, what¡¯s wrong with this?¡±


    The nurse took the bruise ointment from the silver tray and squeezed it over the bruise.


    ¡°Please spread it out¡±.


    The nurse spread the ointment on his bruise. He remembered falling on the hard tile on the bathroom. It could¡¯ve caused a serious bruise.


    ¡°You have severe bruises. It¡¯s red now, but it will turn black later. I will leave the rest of the medicine with you, so apply it often.¡±


    While explaining, the nurse also took out another ointment. The cap was so long that he thought it was a syringe at first. When the nurse opened the long triangular pyramid-shaped lid, a long snout came out. It was designed to be applied deep no matter how you look at it.


    ¡°Please turn a little more to the right so that your left leg can go up.¡±


    The nurse who changed the position made the bruised leg bent. Jun-kyung frowned. The gruesome feeling felt in the flat ass was a subsequent problem.


    ¡°It¡¯s cold.¡±


    Something slipped between his buttocks with a mechanical warning. Junkyung held his breath as he felt the cold gel rushing inward. He was so startled that he bit the duvet.


    ¡°You have severe lacerations inside. It can develop into hemorrhoids, so you need to take good care of it.¡±


    Nurses are medical professionals. A patient is just a piece of wood. They must have seen all kinds of terrible things. It wouldn¡¯t matter much to the male omega, but not to Junkyung.


    The nurse, who treated him quickly, told him to apply the anal ointment as she was leaving, but Jun-kyung did not respond while lying down.


    ¡°Call me if you need anything.¡±


    After leaving a refreshing greeting, the nurse dragged the tray out.


    He realized that because it was an omega that collapsed after taking drugs, they would¡¯ve performed a test. A huge shock struck Jun-kyung again. Even men can be omega. It was an area that was sufficiently understandable from a rational point of view.


    However, the confirmation of others provided a new level of peek. Is this what it feels like to drown in rotten water with poop and urine floating around?


    It was similar to the disgust his felt when he was informed that he had manifested as an Omega.


    Does Executive Director Min know? He probably knows.


    Closing his eyes tightly, he drew several breaths inwardly.


    He felt like turning his back on the world. Make Hyun-Woo write a suicide note. Let¡¯s go to jail after killing Hyun-Woo Min in the company car.


    To get revenge, you must first have power. In order to be strong, the body must first be healed. He reminds himself consciously.


    I want to kill and I want to die.


    It was just that the overall situation was so shameful. Because of the lack of industrial accidents, he became shameless enough to think of consolation money.


    It was the first time he realized that even revenge can only continue if they have energy. It¡¯s the first time in his life that his mind and body have been pushed to this limit.


    ***


    Perhaps because the treatments were good, the condition that was like garbage returned to some semblance of normality the next day. His thigh bruises were bigger than expected, so he was hospitalized for about three days due to concern about possible muscle damage.


    When the dark, swollen bruises showed signs of fading away, permission to be discharged from the hospital immediately fell. So far, there have been no visitors. It was very fortunate.


    About two hours before discharge, Jun-kyung discovered a serious problem.


    ¡°Oh, clothes.¡±


    He took medicine after taking a shower and was taken to the hospital in an ambulance naked, so he doesn¡¯t have clothes and shoes right now. Not even underwear. He had to contact someone to bring it.


    ¡°Oh, shit.¡±


    He didn¡¯t contact his parents. There is nothing strange about it though since it was normal in their relationship to not contact each other for about a month.


    He didn¡¯t dare to contact his parents. As a parent of a judo prospect, every time she visits the hospital, she has a habit of asking about her son¡¯s condition and knowing everything there is to know.


    I can call Hyung. However, since it is daytime on a weekday, if his older brother suddenly leaves the cafe, he may be suspicious.


    If he had a friend who could be called ¡®friend¡¯, no one immediately came to mind. All of his close friends were office workers.


    English: This is Herdia. It is a single place on the green, and Young may be suspicious if he is a B-fraud [Pe, an American soldier.


    But when I asked if I had a friend I could call, no one immediately came to mind. All of my close friends were office workers.


    He should¡¯ve ordered online in advance. He regretted it later and even though it was a nuisance, he thought of asking the nurse for a favor.


    ¡°Mr. Ho Jun-kyung.¡±


    A foul-mouth doctor came in. She was a middle-aged woman who gave him a look over her spectacle at every round twice a day saying, ¡°You recover too quickly for someone who even committed suicide.¡±


    The first time he saw a female alpha, he was a bit overwhelmed. No, he was overwhelmed by her formidable personality from the beginning. She was a difficult person in many ways.


    ¡°Yes.¡± Junkyung, who had been sitting on the bed, got up from his seat. The IV is done.


    ¡°You are discharged from the hospital today, right?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Well, you are doing well. Don¡¯t try to die for nothing. That¡¯s a waste of medical resources. Was it forced by any chance?¡±

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    Jun-kyung was taken aback by the sudden question.


    ¡°Ah, that¡¯s¡­ I¡­¡±


    ¡°You can tell just by looking at his face. He doesn¡¯t have a heart, he doesn¡¯t have reasons, so it must be something like that. Is it a crime in a foreign country and not in Korea?¡±


    The doctor ridiculed the fact that he had seen such cases often. The sneer wasn¡¯t too bad, because Jun-Kyung has seen it for the last few days.


    ¡°Still, don¡¯t take medicine for that kind of thing. It¡¯s only going to ruin your body. Am I afraid to live as a female alpha? I can¡¯t say it all, but you are eating well and living well. Take good care of yourself, and if you don¡¯t feel well, come to me right away. The cost of treatment is paid by the rotten bastard.¡±


    ¡°Ah, yes, yes?¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t see the Executive Director Min like that. Still, you are fortunate to have suffered from a rich bastard. I have been beaten by a bastard who had no money.¡±


    The doctor shook his head. Jun-kyung, who figured out a misunderstanding, waved his hand in surprise.


    ¡°Oh, no. It¡¯s not like that at all.¡±


    ¡°No? If not, then what is it? If it¡¯s not the two of you, why does a busy person come all the way here to see Jun-Kyung? Are you the son of some kind of VVIP by chance?¡±


    The doctor took a look at him from top to bottom.


    ¡°Coming to think of it, I think the strong male Omega is right for Executive Director Min. Jun-Kyung Ho, too, don¡¯t think too badly of him and talk to Executive Director Min well. He seems to have a heart for Jun-kyung, so if you do well, we can sell it.¡±


    The doctor, who gave unsuccessful encouragement, went out without hesitation as he did when he came in and then stopped.


    ¡°Oh, I¡¯m waiting because Director Min is coming with clothes. I came to tell you that but almost forgot.¡±


    ¡°Director Min himself?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s what I am saying. What kind of heartless man is that? I didn¡¯t become a doctor of medicine to run an errand.¡±


    It¡¯s such a misunderstanding. I think I have to actively explain that it isn¡¯t.


    Somehow, Jun-Kyung had a strong feeling that the more he explains to a doctor, the more it¡¯s going to tangle up.


    The reason for Director¡¯s Min, well, it was never the reason the doctor thought it was. If he had to come up with an answer, it must be a reward for the friendship they made through the lunch box.


    Director Min may also have been vaguely aware of the full story. In any case, Director Min knows a certain amount. There is a possibility that they may deal with him, fearing that he will sue or spread bad rumors. If the group¡¯s successor, Managing Director Min, deals with it personally, the incident will pass easily.


    After waiting for about an hour, Director Min really came.


    ¡°You need clothes, don¡¯t you? Wear this for now.¡±


    An expensive luxury logo was stamped on the large paper bag that Min held out. He thought it was only the paper bag, but the clothes inside were all brands, including the new suit and shoes, underwear, and socks in it. All together, it would be well over ten million won.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it expensive?¡±


    In embarrassment, he raised his head, but Executive Director Min was already turned around.


    ¡°I have an appointment soon. It would be better to hurry up a bit. I¡¯ll be outside, so put it on and come right out.¡± It was just an order. There is no room for negotiation.


    It was not an order that was far from what Jun-kyung wanted, so he quietly did what was told.


    Well, it wasn¡¯t very surprising that men¡¯s underwear with dimensions fit perfectly.


    ¡°Uh?¡±


    Even if it was a shirt, the jacket fit perfectly over the shoulder. Even the length of the pants. There is no such thing as a suit that¡¯s the right length from the start, unless it¡¯s a bespoke suit that¡¯s been sized and built from scratch.


    In particular, European luxury suits are made consciously of the model that boasts the best in terms of limb length. Anyone in Korea that cuts them down to the point paid a thousand dollars.


    Would it be easier to repair for Min Hyun-seung? Jun-kyung also has long limbs for an average person, but even when wearing a regular suit, the length of the pants had to be repaired. However, the length of the trousers that Executive Director Min brought was perfect for Jun-kyung.


    ¡®Are his eyes that good?¡¯


    It must have been that the secretary¡¯s skill was more powerful than that of Executive Director Min himself. As the doctor said, Executive Director Min is a busy person.


    As Jun-Kyung left the hospital room, he saw the Executive Director Min on the phone. He felt the spirit of coolness in his attitude of not caring even though it was a hospital hallway.


    ¡°Why should I tell you that?¡± The tone of the voice responding to the other person was cold and hard as usual.


    ¡°I was only asked. You take care of your problems. I don¡¯t want to mess with you.¡±


    A slight anger was felt. Joon-kyung, who is just next to him, is also psychologically intimidated. After unilaterally ending the call, Executive Director Min put the phone in his jacket pocket and looked at Joon-kyung.


    ¡°That¡¯s a good fit. It was just a guess.¡±


    ¡°Yes. Thank you.¡± You mean the secretary made a guess? Probably.


    ¡°I finished the discharge procedure on the way up, so we can just go straight to the parking lot.¡±


    He did not know that discharge was possible without confirmation of the patient or guardian. How powerful is the world of the rich. The hospital must have a deep relationship with the Taewon Group.


    He took the VIP-only elevator and went straight to the underground parking lot.


    The sedan he saw before was parked right in front of the parking lot entrance. He was impressed with the parking style that didn¡¯t consider other people at all.


    ¡°Get in.¡±


    Executive Director Min pointed to the passenger seat as if it was natural. Since he was a patient who had just been discharged, he got into the passenger seat without saying a word.


    The car quickly left the hospital parking lot and entered the road. It was only when he entered the road overlooking the Han River that he thought of asking where they were going.


    ¡°Where are you going?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m on my way to Ho Jun-kyung¡¯s house for now. Shall we go somewhere else?¡±


    ¡°Oh, no. Thank you.¡±


    Director Min did not respond to the thank-you note. He was right on the way home. Suddenly, Jun-Kyung had a question again.


    ¡°By the way, how did you know my address?¡±


    ¡°I looked at the company address book. I was in a hurry before calling 911.¡±


    Although Jun-Kyung was hired as a personal assistant, he was registered with the corporation that was in charge of managing the home. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for searching through your personal information.¡±


    ¡°No. You are rather busy. Thank you for taking such care. That¡¯s why I can rest properly. Even getting me expensive clothes.¡±


    There was no mention of him buying clothes at all. It may be borrowed.


    ¡°Oh, right. I¡¯ll wash it right away and give it back¡±.


    ¡°I bought the clothes for Jun-Kyung, so you don¡¯t have to return them.¡±


    ¡°What? It¡¯s too expensive. 911 and hospital bills. I have already received tremendous help from the managing director. I can¡¯t get expensive clothes.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ve already received a lot of help, but would it make any difference if you received clothes? Please accept it.¡±


    Junkyung was at a loss for words at the nonsensical logic. He closed his mouth and looked out for a moment. The Han River was flowing smoothly.


    The more he talked with Executive Director Min, the more his doubts began to rise. It must be hard for people around him to get along because his inside is unknown.


    They spent a lot of time together, but it was not enough to build closeness. It was also funny to become friendly with him due to this incident.


    ¡®I can¡¯t believe I didn¡¯t see him clearly before.¡¯


    How did this happen? It¡¯s all because of that moldy bastard. If he hadn¡¯t asked him to drink or if he hadn¡¯t brought all kinds of soda because he didn¡¯t have enough to drink.


    Executive Director Min exited the road without navigation and entered the city again. It was the shortest course to Jun-kyung¡¯s house.


    While driving on a round-trip four-lane road which has an overwhelming number of domestic cars rather than foreign cars, Director Min stopped at crossroad signals. Around the corner was the new building in which Jun-Kyung lived. The heavy silence was awkward.


    ¡°How can I repay you for everything¡­.?¡± The end of what he said with difficulty were blurred.


    ¡°I usually get a lot of help from Jun-kyung, so think of it as my sincerity towards you.¡±


    ¡°Me? When did I¡­?


    ¡°I have my own reason¡±.


    Jun-Kyung thought it was some kind of nonsense. A large hand gripping the steering wheel wrapped in high-quality leather loosened slightly. His long fingers were moving softly, as if he were playing the piano.


    ¡°People are uncomfortable being with me. I usually hate it.¡±


    ¡°No way. That¡¯s not true.¡±


    Hospitality mode worked reflexively. The survival mode of an office worker is really great, and he can jump right into saying absolutely no to any clear facts.


    ¡°Is that so?¡±


    The corners of Executive Director Min¡¯s lips rose slowly. Seeing that his eyes are slightly loose, it seems like Director Min is trying to smile lightly, but to Jun-kyung, he looks like a gang leader who felt better after burying a person. It was terrifying.


    ¡°If Mr. Ho Jun-kyung says so, it must be true.¡±


    ¡°It really is. Who would be uncomfortable with the Executive Director Min?¡±


    As if he was in a good mood, his terrifying smile grew a little deeper. Then the signal went off. What a relief. The conversation was interrupted as the car started.

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    Instead of parking the car in front of the building, Executive Director Min ventured into the underground parking lot. He swallowed the words ¡®You don¡¯t have to¡¯.


    Not only did Director Min drop him off, he dared to stop the car and get off with Jun-Kyung. Then, he pulled something out of the trunk. The heavy thing in the paper bag was nothing but porridge. Occasionally, he brought porridge on madam¡¯s errand, so he recognized it quickly.


    ¡°You must feel sick. Take this and eat it.¡±


    ¡°Thank you so much for everything¡±.


    ¡°If you are so grateful, I will continue to¡­¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    Continue to what in the future? Director Min, who met his gaze, turned around instead of finishing them.


    ¡°¡­¡­Please take good care of me, Jun-kyung Ho.¡±


    Executive Director Min held out his hand. Jun-kyung quickly grabbed his hand. Director Min lightly grabbed his hand and released it then put his hand straight into his trouser pocket.


    The business seems to be over, but Executive Director Min did not move at all. Jun-kyung paused for a moment, then gathered up the courage.


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll go up.¡±


    As he bowed his head and turned around, Executive Director Min grabbed Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Ho Jun-kyung, wait a minute.¡±


    ¡°Do you have anything to say?¡±


    ¡°Let me just ask you one thing to confirm.¡±


    Jun-Kyung waited patiently for the question.


    ¡°I know what happened and who the person is. Of course, I didn¡¯t know it on purpose.¡±


    It was an uncomfortable topic, but it wasn¡¯t entirely unexpected. He couldn¡¯t raise his eyes, so he lowered his eyes.


    ¡°It was consensual, right?¡±


    Is it consensual? If it was consensual, would he have taken the drug? However, it was vague to say that it was not consensual.


    He can¡¯t say for sure without any memories.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t know?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t remember.¡±


    He answered honestly. It was a courtesy to the person who saved his life and made many efforts. Executive Director Min quietly waited for his elaboration.


    ¡°I drank too much. It¡¯s because I was embarrassed that I took the drug. I didn¡¯t mean to die in particular, so you don¡¯t have to worry about that.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what your worries are, but I understand.¡±


    Whether there was an answer or not, Executive Director Min did not ask any further questions. Returning to the car, he opened the driver¡¯s door and threw his gaze to the side again.


    ¡°As I said before, I didn¡¯t tell anyone about Ho Jun-kyung¡¯s private life. It would be better to contact my mother separately.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Well then, take a rest.¡±


    ¡°Good-bye.¡±


    Executive director Min¡¯s sedan immediately left the parking lot. He thought Director Min would insist on taking the porridge to his house, so he was a bit relieved.


    He returned to his small studio with a tired body. It was not much different from when he came back from Min Hyun-woo¡¯s house.


    The only difference is the foot prints on the floor. He thought it was a thief at first, but then remembered that the door lock was intact. It was probably left by the footprints from 911 members.


    He changed into comfortable clothes and wiped the floor with a wet tissue. Immediately after, he collapsed onto the bed. He slept the whole time in the hospital, but he was still sleepy.


    He thought he closed his eyes briefly, but it was already afternoon. He was hungry.


    While eating the porridge that Director Min gave me, his eyes went to the clothes that Director Min had bought. For the past three days, after all sorts of fuss and fuss, somehow the energy for anger disappeared.


    It was not consensual, but it was also difficult to say that it was forced. There¡¯s no evidence. He doesn¡¯t know in other countries, but in this country, his claim will not be recognized.


    While eating the cold porridge, he thought carefully about his situation and the damage he suffered. He was young and had a drink.


    On the contrary, there is a possibility that he will be pointed at for having seduced the son of a chaebol family. People like to speculate about the background of the people involved rather than the known facts given the circumstances.


    Just imagining that made him vomit.


    What if he was really forced? If he defined himself as a victim and tried to get back, only Jun-kyung would suffer in this beggar world.


    After eating half of the porridge, he turned on his phone. Before the dog-like guy called again, he quickly found the number and blocked it.


    After a while, he took a breath and sent a long message to his wife. He said he was feeling better, and that he would go to work tomorrow.


    I will meet you and give you more details.


    The call came right away.


    ¡°Yes, madam.¡±


    ¡ªAre you okay now?


    ¡°Yes¡±


    ¡ªI was worried. Director Min said you were taking a break.


    ¡°Sorry for worrying you.¡±


    -No. Health comes first.


    He almost cried at the friendly worries.


    ¡ªHyun-Woo was looking for you. Is there something wrong?


    Shit. He couldn¡¯t help cussing for a moment.


    ¡°No, everything is fine.¡±


    Inwardly, he admired himself for responding casually.


    ¡ªWell then, I¡¯m glad. Can you come tomorrow or would you like a few more days off?


    ¡°No, I will go to work tomorrow.¡±


    -Okay. Then take a good rest today.


    ¡°Yes. Thank you, madam. See you tomorrow.¡±


    He said goodbye and hung up the phone. Anyway, if he¡¯s meeting madam tomorrow, there is a high probability of seeing Min Hyun-woo¡¯s face as well.


    In order to cope with the coming stress, it is better to replenish his energy sufficiently. He ate up all the remaining porridge.


    After he warmed up with some light stretches and took a hot bath. That alone quickly exhaust him because his head is in a mess.


    As he went back to bed, he cleared his dizzying thoughts one by one. Junkyung wasn¡¯t the type to drag his thoughts for a long time. He contemplates deeply within a short period of time, and once decided, pushes forward. The brief thought was over, and he hardened his mind just before he fell asleep.


    ***


    As soon as he got to work, the aunt, who was working on housework, greeted him first. Seeing that his face was thin, she was worried.


    ¡°Really? I am not sure¡±, Jun-Kyung said while joking around that he didn¡¯t believe her. Madam came out.


    ¡°Junkyung-ah.¡±


    Jun-kyung bowed as soon as he saw her. She was examining him from the top to the bottom to see if he has any bruises.


    ¡°You¡¯re not sick anymore, are you?¡±


    ¡°No, but madam, I have something to tell you.¡±


    ¡°Really? All right. Auntie, please prepare a cup of coffee for me and for Junkyung a jujube tea. with honey.¡±


    He entered the small study room madam usually used. There were various books, handcrafts, amateur paintings, and even Buddhist scriptures. It was a space full of humanity.


    ¡°So what¡¯s the matter?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s nothing, but¡­¡±


    It was a decision already made, but it was difficult for him to actually open his mouth. While he was hesitating, the kitchen aunt brought out tea. He took a sip of hot jujube tea. It felt like his stuffy throat was relieved by adding honey.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I think I will have to quit my job.¡±


    ¡°What, why?¡± Madam¡¯s attitude changed all at once. Instead of scolding, her concerns deepened.


    ¡°It is difficult to give details.¡±


    ¡°Did I upset you?¡±


    ¡°No, never. Madam was so nice to me¡±.


    This time, it wasn¡¯t the hypocritical answer caused by the woe of an office worker, but 100% sincerity. He shook his head and vehemently denied no.


    ¡°It is entirely my personal matter. I think I¡¯ll have to rest for a while.¡±


    ¡°Why all of a sudden?¡±


    Madam, who was pondering over it, suddenly said, ¡°Maybe you¡­did you hear anything bad from the hospital during your break?¡±


    The concern in the somewhat enraged voice was sincere, worried that Jun-Kyung had cancer or a serious illness similar to that. Jun-kyung reassured her again and again that it was absolutely not the case.


    ¡°But why? Without saying a word, I¡¯m about to be upset. Is it because of the salary?¡±


    ¡°No. That¡¯s not the problem. Really, just personal matter, I have something to take a break from.¡±


    ¡°Did Hyun-Woo bother you? You went with Hyun-Woo the other day. Did something happen?¡±


    He spoke as calmly as he practiced, but madam didn¡¯t erase her doubt.


    ¡°It looks like Hyun-Woo was bothering you. I should¡¯ve known him from the moment he looked for you and kept making calls he hadn¡¯t made before. I thought you two were good friends. I wasn¡¯t considerate. I won¡¯t let that happen again.¡±


    ¡°No, really.¡±


    ¡°Then don¡¯t say you¡¯re going to quit. Instead, rest until you feel better. How about for a month?¡±


    ¡°Madam.¡±


    ¡°No, take a break for two months. If you want to quit after two months, let¡¯s talk again, okay?¡±


    Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t say anything anymore.


    A month at the earliest until a replacement is decided. It usually takes more than that. It is party because it is difficult to find a person with tight lips who will not be affected by looking into the private life of the chaebol.


    Madam was very picky about keeping people close. It was within the normal range that he had to endure for about two months.


    Looking back, madam did nothing wrong. He couldn¡¯t hide his apologetic look and had even received considerations beyond his means, so it was not polite to keep insisting.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ¡°What are you thankful for? I am the one who¡¯s selfish because I didn¡¯t want to miss Jun-Kyung¡±.


    After the conversation, madam told him to go inside and rest. She added that she has someone to replace Jun-kyung for the time being so don¡¯t worry about it and rest well.


    ¡°Thanks to you, I¡¯m less awkward with Executive Director Min, and I know a little bit about what that son of mine is up to. Up until this point, there have been many assistants, but no one has been as good as Junkyung. So, if you make up your mind, be sure to contact me even if it¡¯s not after two months.¡±


    It wasn¡¯t even hard effort, but Madam was especially grateful to Jun-Kyung, so he felt even more grateful.


    He bowed his head without realizing it.


    ¡°By the way, Jun-Kyung, wait a minute. Don¡¯t go right away.¡±

 CH 27

    Madam exclaimed as she left the study, ¡°Auntie, are all the things I asked for earlier done?¡±


    The kitchen aunt brought lunch boxes wrapped in furoshiki with her stride.


    ¡°This is octopus abalone porridge. Take it. When I heard that you were ill, I tried to send it right away, but the address in the address book was your home address. You said you moved into a one-room studio apartment.¡±


    Come to think of it, when he joined the company, he wrote his home address in his personal information. He moved into a one-room after joining the company.


    Even after moving, he completely forgot to correct his address because he received various statements electronically.


    ¡°From what my kids do, I thought Junkyung didn¡¯t tell your parents that you were sick. The porridge is cooked to perfection, so be sure to heat it up and eat it.¡±


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ¡°Okay. Get home safely.¡±


    Madam sendJun-kyung off to her front door. Jun-kyung, walking down the marble road connecting the front door and the gate, was heavy with his steps. It wasn¡¯t because of the heavy bamboo barrel in his hand. Something felt odd.


    He exited the gate and headed for his car parked nearby. The moment when he thought what was wrong was like a heavy lump that was lifted after eating with Executive Director Min. He suddenly realized what was wrong.


    ¡°Address.¡±


    The company address is the home address. After moving into a studio, he didn¡¯t make any corrections, but how did Executive Director Min know the address of the studio he currently lives in? Even without navigation guidance, Director Min found his way well. A slight goosebumps overlaid on the discomfort.


    Did he do a separate background check? He has to properly ask about this.


    While taking out his cell phone, Junkyung climbed into the driver¡¯s seat and pulled the door close.


    ¡°Ouch!¡± A loud shriek broke out as the door slammed open.


    ¡°My hands are stuck.¡±


    The guy holding the door and shaking his hands as the door was opened again was none other than Min Hyun-woo.


    ¡°You, how?¡±


    ¡°How did I come? I came by car.¡± Hyun-Woo replied.


    ¡°Why did you come?¡±


    ¡°Do I need a reason to come to my house?¡±


    Maybe it really hurts, Hyun-Woo put his injured hand in his armpit and whined. After watching him frown for a while, Jun-kyung quickly pushed him away because he was preventing the door from closing.


    However, Jun-kyung¡¯s attempt failed again. This time, Hyun-Woo blocked it with his whole whole and grabbed Jun-kyung¡¯s wrist, who was holding the steering wheel with his bare hands.


    ¡°Hyung, let¡¯s talk.¡±


    ¡°I have nothing to say. Let go.¡±


    ¡°Then you listen. I will talk.¡±


    Jun-Kyung pushed Min Hyun-Woo away and closed the car door. While starting the engine, Min Hyun-woo got into the back seat.


    ¡°Oh! I kicked something with my feet. I don¡¯t think it exploded anywhere.¡±


    The smell of sesame oil came up. Although it looked fine on the outside, it was clear that something was flowing somewhere. Son of a gun, nothing helps.


    ¡°Get off.¡±


    ¡°Only if you get off first.¡±


    ¡°A childish bastard.¡±


    Jun-kyung, with a frown on his face, got out of the driver¡¯s seat with a fierce force.


    Tung!


    As the door closed, the car shook. He turned around the wall of the mansion and walked slowly into a narrow alley that was barely enough for a car to pass.


    Except for the pretext of dividing the mansion from another mansion with a considerable area, it was a small alley with only a role of disposing of garbage bags, so there were few people. Hyun-Woo Min followed Jun-Kyung straight away.


    ¡°So what do you want to talk about?¡±


    His fists curled up by itself at the same time as the harsh voice jumped out. Hyun-Woo Min, who was annoying like a fly, suddenly seemed to have come to his senses and spread the distance a little.


    ¡°I¡¯m saying this in advance in case you misunderstood, but hyung seduced me first.¡±


    ¡°Do you think I will believe it?¡±


    ¡°No, I am telling you I said no and that you will regret it later.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re lying.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s true. Wow! This is so unfair. If I had known this would be the case, I would have installed CCTV in my house as well.¡±


    Who is the one who¡¯s really upset? Jun-kyung couldn¡¯t stand it and grabbed his opponent¡¯s neck. Hyun-Woo, startled, widened his eyes.


    ¡°If you recorded it, you are going to go through it right now.¡±


    ¡°Nothing! Nothing!¡±


    Jun-Kyung pressed down on his neck. Min Hyun-woo denied again that there was absolutely no such thing.


    ¡°Huh, I¡¯m suffocating¡­it¡¯s..¡±


    Should I just kill him like this?


    It only takes 3 minutes to press the neck pole. He¡¯d be lying if he said he didn¡¯t think about it.


    Jun-kyung was too strong to take his life to the abyss because of this little bastard and because of dirty things he can¡¯t even remember.


    When the opponent¡¯s hand, who had been waving through the air, slammed hard against the shoulder and neck, Jun-Kung reluctantly relaxed his grip.


    ¡°Cough.¡±


    Min Hyun-woo bowed his back and pushed Jun-kyung away. Panting loudly, as if this was not an exaggeration, he even spit nastily.


    Min Hyun-woo raised his head, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand as he gathered his balance. The guy who caught his breath closed his eyes filled with physiological tears. An eerie energy ran across Junkyung¡¯s spine.


    ¡°Since it¡¯s like this already, let¡¯s date¡±.


    ¡°This bastard, stop talking nonsense¡±.


    The swear words followed immediately. It was as expected, but it was also not. No matter what Min Hyun-woo said, he would have cursed.


    ¡°Wow, Junkyung hyung. You know how to curse?¡±


    He is serious, but the opponent is full of playfulness. If he could do it, he would grind that unlucky bastard on a grater. No, it¡¯s filthy to touch, so let¡¯s run him over with a car. That¡¯d be cool.


    Unfortunately, in this world, all Jun-Kyung could do hit him hard.


    ¡°Let go of me, you bastard.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t want to date me?¡±


    ¡°Dating¡­ fuck off. Would you like to date a guy like you? To find gays, go to Jongno you bastard¡±.


    Jun-Kyung shot it full of hate. If he could, he wanted to spit, but it¡¯s physiologically dirty. Instead, he raised his fist to strike.


    Min Hyun-woo, who widened the gap with his swift movements, teased nonstop.


    ¡°Hyung, you are an Omega. You call it gay for Omega to date Alpha?¡±


    ¡°Crazy¡­ Do you really need a bloodbath to get rid of that disgusting snout?¡±


    It doesn¡¯t matter if he¡¯s madam¡¯s son. It¡¯s enough to give him a double nosebleed and hand in the resignation letter.


    Still, if you find this situation embarrassing, you wouldn¡¯t take the side of the son who raped an unconscious male employee.


    Jun-Kyung suddently gain a momentum and was about to strike again.


    The guy who was facing Jun-kyung suddenly threw his gaze away.


    ¡°Huh? Mom? Why are you here?¡±


    In an instant, goosebumps ran down his spine. He hurriedly clenched his hand and lowered his fist. He was about to bow his head before turning around, but the dog suddenly hugged him tightly.


    ¡°It¡¯s a lie. Our Junkyung hyung is cool, cute, and naive. He does everything by herself.¡±


    As he faced the face of the smiling man, one of the strings of reason that had been tucked inside him broke.


    Puck!


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s fist collided with Min Hyun-woo¡¯s chin.


    Even though it had been a long time since he quit exercising and became a bodyguard, he goes to judo regularly because he had to hone his self-defense martial arts. After the manifestation, the loss of muscle due to the effects of hormones was instant, so he purposely clenched his teeth more to manage his physique and stamina.


    In other words, Jun-kyung¡¯s fist was not at the level of the national team, but it was said to have reached the level of the national finals. After being properly punched in the fist of a former judo prospect, Hyun-Woo eyes started to spin.


    Min Hyun-woo, who wrapped his two arms around his stomch, stumbled for quite some time. The man¡¯s face was full of pain as he held his breath several times with his back bowed. Still, his snout was still alive. ¡°What did I do wrong to hit me.¡±


    ¡°Your existence itself is wrong.¡±


    Even though he was dying of pain, Min Hyun-woo¡¯s fluttered his mouth.


    ¡°It¡¯s too much. Don¡¯t you think I¡¯m okay? I have a good body, a handsome face, a lot of money, and a good personality. I am also good at that, and you liked it. You cried and told me to do more. It was my first time, but if you feel that way, I think it suits me very well.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t mess with me.¡±


    ¡°I like you? Are you going to eat me? It¡¯s my first time, so you don¡¯t know, but it hurts Alpha so much¡±.


    Even if he tried to ignore it, every word choice was truly a gem. He clenched his molars, and even his temples were hardened. In a fleeting moment, he carved out countless patientless.


    ¡°I will do really well. So let¡¯s date, okay? I like you from the start¡±.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you throw away that confidence that makes one want to vomit?¡±


    ¡°Why would you vomit on my confidence?¡±


    Jun-Kyung was rather disappointed by the reaction of the guy who didn¡¯t really know. At this point, it was like a block wall. Responding in itself is a fool¡¯s errand. It would be quicker to hand in resignation.


    Let¡¯s call madam right away and ask her to find a replacement. If she asks me why, I have to tell you exactly this time. It¡¯s because of your second son. In the future, I hope madam will rein in this bastard.


    ¡°Hyung.¡±


    ¡°It was an accident after drinking. Let¡¯s just forget it¡±.


    ¡°How do you forget? I won¡¯t forget. As I said from the beginning, I like you.¡±


    You¡¯re not even a drama male lead, so why are you so clingy? Jun-Kyung wanted to beat him up, but it was unclear whether it would work against Min Hyun-woo. For a madman, a stick is just medicine.


    ¡°If you don¡¯t forget, I¡¯ll make you forget¡±.


    He took off his jacket and threw it on a nearby street. He unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled up his arms to look at Min Hyun-Woo.


    ¡°What, what are you going to do?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m going to beat you to death here and go to jail. You will forget it later.¡±


    (T/N: Gosh, Hyun-Woo Min is so annoying.)

 CH 28

    ¡°Hyung! Wait a moment!¡±


    ¡°You crazy bastard. Why am I your brother?¡±


    As he rushed in, Junkyung shouted furiously. Min Hyun-Woo, who retreated, gestured and shouted for time.


    ¡°Wait, Ho Jun-kyung!¡±


    Junkyung¡¯s expression distorted at the witty teasing.


    ¡°What do you want me to do, really!¡±


    Jun-Kyung glared at him with his fists raised. The guy who had kept the distance for a long time faltered.


    ¡°Don¡¯t appear in front of me from now. I won¡¯t go easy¡±.


    It was a serious warning. Even Min Hyun-woo kept his mouth shut, as if he knew the threat was real.


    ¡°Why do you hate me?¡± Min Hyun-Woo flinched as Jun-Kyung stared at him with fierce eyes.


    ¡°You can at least let me know. I need a reason to give up¡±. Hyun-Woo added words.


    ¡°Reason? If you¡¯re like me, would you date a dog who attacks a person who¡¯s an unconscious person after drinking?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s ¡­.actually, you were in too.¡±


    ¡°Okay,how can I believe you? I can¡¯t remember!¡±


    ¡°I like you!¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s one big talk. Crazy bastard, you¡¯re a traitor, a criminal, and a rapist under the law, you know?¡±


    Jun-kyung was once again angered by the stupidity of considering such a bastard as a friend.


    ¡°You can date me. If you date, then it¡¯s all over, isn¡¯t it?¡±


    Wow. Jun-Kyung was instantly stunned by the logic of dogs that exceeded his imagination.


    ¡°I am good enough. Hyung also has a certain amount of feelings for me. That¡¯s why you didn¡¯t report it even though you said something about a crime.¡±


    The reason he couldn¡¯t raise his fist on the smiling face was because his body had hardened due to the shock of the completely inhuman behavior.


    Why didn¡¯t he report it? If he reports it, would your life be in a complete gutter? How dare an ordinary person file a criminal complaint against the precious son of a great conglomerate. There is even no solid evidence.


    Min Hyun-woo. This crazy bastard was a different species that could not be understood by ordinary people. Junkyung thought of the only way to distort the face of that bastard.


    ¡°Would you like to get involved with an unemployed bastard who skips around with his parents¡¯ money?¡±


    Jun-Kyung continued to add, ¡°Handsome, wealthy, everything is good. But your face ends when you get old. After that, if you are keeping up with the current lifestyle, you will get ugly a lot faster. Money? Is that your money? It¡¯s your parents¡¯ money.¡±


    To be honest, face and money were not the reasons. Jun-Kyung just doesn¡¯t like alphas. Hehate himself as Omega too. He wants to exclude himself from the topic altogether.


    Instead of telling the truth, Jun-kyung attacked Min Hyun-woo¡¯s vulnerability.


    The smile vanished from his sullen face. Min Hyeon-woo, who was stabbed in a painful corner, only clenched his teeth and could not refute it.


    Jun-Kyung wants to say more. A guy who doesn¡¯t even eat the lunch box that his mother provides and goes fishing in the mountains to the sea.


    ¡°A childish kid like you who calls his mom if things don¡¯t go his way, that¡¯s not my style at all¡±.


    ¡°What¡¯s your style then?¡±


    Jealousy and anger lurked in the eyes where mischief had disappeared. Min Hyun-woo¡¯s hands were clench. A tendon protruded over the back of his hand, which was red from being caught in the doorknob.


    Style? He had never thought about it. It was natural since he doesn¡¯t want to get involved with an alpha.


    To be honest, he prefers women who focus on men rather than focusing on the identity as Omegas. Appearance and personality are secondary issues as long as they are not particularly annoying.


    However, such an easygoing attitude will not work for Min Hyun-woo, who rushes without thinking back and forth. It was better to present a huge opponent that cannot be overcome.


    A certain character came to his mind. ¡°If I have to say, Executive Director Min?¡±


    As expected, the answer was quite shocking. Min Hyun-woo unwrapped his fist. His expression also loosened. His eyes trembled.


    ¡°Lie.¡±


    ¡°Really. If I don¡¯t like him, would we eat together? We ate at the hotel restaurant before.¡±


    It wasn¡¯t a complete lie, just with a little seasoning.


    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you answer the phone?¡±


    Jun-Kyung gave the unbeliever a confirmed kill. There was a big gap in the guy¡¯s eyes. ¡°Then what about Hyunseung hyung?  Did you do it with Hyunseung hyung¡­did you?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s childish of you to ask such a question. That¡¯s why you¡¯re not my style and that¡¯s why I don¡¯t want to get involved with you, you know?¡±


    Jun-kyung, who hit hard, turned around whether Min Hyeon-woo could digest the shock or not. He snatched the jacket he had thrown away, went straight to the car, and climbed into the driver¡¯s seat. The smell of sesame oil was already strong in the car.


    ¡°You act like a dog to the end¡±.


    He expected to meet him someday, but it was not as adult as he imagined all night. Throughout the quarrel and physical fight, from beginning to end, Min Hyun-woo and Jun-kyung himself were childish. Embarrassed, his face was pale.


    Let¡¯s take a break for two months, no, a month, no, no, for two weeks, and call madam right away for replacement.


    As soon as he got home, a message from Hyun-Woo arrived.


    [Hyung, I really like you. What do you want me to do?]


    A double curse came out. He wishes he knew how to get around Hyun-Woo Min. Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t supposed to be polite, so he sent a quick reply.


    [Then will you die for me?]


    Then, Jun-Kyung blocked him immediately and forgot about it.


    Two days later, Min Hyun-woo disappeared in the East Sea. He went out but only his empty fishing boat came back.


    Only the shoes were recovered after an extensive search with the maritime police for a week. Three days later, a mortuary without the body was established.


    1. Present


    Director Min¡¯s strange requests continued one after another, but Junkyung stopped thinking and decided to just follow.


    Allen showed up with an employee dragging four hangers. The 2-meter wide wheeled hanger that is commonly seen in stores is full of casual tops and bottoms, jackets and vests that cover all materials and designs.


    The fashion expert, who dealt only with VIPs, didn¡¯t have enough four heavy tanks, so he brought an ammunition bag large enough to fit a person, and it was full of men¡¯s bags and accessories.


    While spreading the equipment he brought with him in the middle of the living room, Executive Director Min continued to sit at the table and focus on his laptop.


    Director Min thoroughly ignored the man who was dressed all in black, with a celebrity-like haircut, and wearing unique glasses that makes you wonder why you are wearing them.


    Allen ignorantly put two big albums on the table and finished the preparations. An employee no more visible than Allen stood by between the hangers.


    Allen stood respectfully in front of Executive Director Min.


    Director Min said, ¡°Don¡¯t look at me, look at Junkyung because that person is the one wearing it. Don¡¯t worry about the price.¡±


    Allen turned around with no sign of displeasure at the command he gave without even giving a glance, but rather, smiling broadly, he looked like a musical actor.


    ¡°Hello, my name is Allen Choi. Please call me Allen¡±.


    ¡°My name is Junkyung Ho.¡±


    ¡°It is an honor to meet you, Jun-kyung.¡±


    Without a moment of awkwardness, Allen asked questions with his rhythmic movements and tone.


    ¡°You need clothes to wear right now? What do you usually wear?¡±


    Jun-Kyung answered honestly. Allen blinked with a smile of hospitality the whole time. He had a lot to say and seemed to be patient. He closely watched what Jun-Kyung had shopped.


    ¡°You seem to have only sporty items. Then I¡¯d like to recommend comfortable material with a basic design.¡±


    The opinion of the experts was different. The first thing Alan brought out was dense and soft blue knit and cream cotton pants.


    It¡¯s okay to change the top, but it was difficult to change the bottom right away. Allen¡¯s staff was a woman. Even if there were only men, it was not good to be naked among people who were not  close.


    As Jun-Kyung was about to go to the nearby bedroom with his clothes on, Executive Director Min, who had been working all the time, suddenly lifted his head.


    ¡°Where are you going?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m going to change clothes.¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t see you there¡±.


    ¡°Yes? But I need to change¡±.


    Jun-Kyung paused, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the bedroom. At the same time, his gaze turned to Allen.  Allen looked a little flustered.


    ¡°You can change your clothes here.¡±


    ¡°But¡­¡±


    What kind of bullshit? Unbeknownst to him, Jun-Kyung looked at Executive Director Min without realizing it. And he quickly turned his eyes away. The eye laser has 20% left before its maximum output. It wasn¡¯t to the point of being burned to death right away, but it was scary enough to be frightening.


    The quick-witted employee turned his back. Conscious of Director Min, Allen drew a hanger and set it up like a screen. It was manageable to change.


    ¡°Oh, your shoulders are wider than I thought. It should be one size bigger than this. How about the pants?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s fine. It¡¯s easy to move around.¡±


    ¡°Hmm. It would be nice if it fit a little more. You have straight legs, so if the pants were one size smaller, it would be prettier.¡±


    What fashion expert. Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know why he¡¯s asking if he¡¯s going to do his way anyway.


    ¡°What about you, Executive Director Min? Is this the right style?¡±


    ¡°Not bad.¡± Executive Director Min answered without looking. Allen¡¯s expression brightened a little perhaps because it was a good answer.


    After that, Jun-kyung tried on almost all the clothes Allan brought while measuring the fit. Whenever Allen commented on the dimensions, the staff quickly recorded it on the pad.


    In the process, Jun-kyung¡¯s role was to answer like a live mannequin to the question ¡°How are you?¡± that Allen asks in a dry voice, ¡°It¡¯s good.¡±


    He got tired of putting on and taking off his clothes for about two hours. At the end, whether the female employee saw it or not, he sat down on the sofa wearing only black underwear and was half engrossed.


    You told me to not work out, does this not count as exercise?


    All the way through the fitting, Jun-Kyung answered ¡°good¡± like a machine and Jun-Kyung was secretly angry with Director Min who kept repeating ¡°It¡¯s okay¡± whatever the outfit.


    Finally, he received tops and bottoms that Allen gave put them on without sincerity. He was in dark blue slacks and an off-white shirt. He just buttoned one in the middle of the shirt, and Allen did the rest. He tucked his hem into his trousers, rolled up his sleeves slightly and unbuttoned two of his neck buttons. The answer to the question ¡°How are you?¡± was ¡°It¡¯s good.¡±


    After Allen said something cryptic, the staff pulled out a bright leather belt from the prop carrier. The shoes were comfortable sneakers.


    ¡°Junkyung, how about changing your hairstyle a little?¡±


    ¡°My hair?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s too formal now, so your impression is hard. Don¡¯t flip it over. If you put it down like this¡­¡±


    Allen scattered his front hair. Jun-Kyung was surprised. An expert was an expert. Allen seemed to have just touched it with his fingers, but Jun-Kyung¡¯s impression changed drastically.

 CH 29

    When Jun-Kyung was a bodyguard, he slicked his hair back so that he wouldn¡¯t look sloppy. Later on, he got into the habit of putting his hair back even at home.


    He naturally looked more mature than his age, but he went back to his fresh college days with a single bang. Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t help laughing.


    ¡°Executive Director, the fitting is over.¡±


    Simultaneously with Allan¡¯s declaration, Jun-Kyung turned to the executive director. Executive Director Min, who raised his head a beat late, suddenly stiffened when his eyes met Junkyung.


    Junkyung wasn¡¯t the only one who was nervous at his silence. Allen, who was expressing infinite confidence in his own abilities, quickly glanced up and down Junkyung. He looked to see where Director Min didn¡¯t like it.


    ¡°Is this not it? There are other styles as well.¡±


    Jun-Kyung could read embarrassment and lack of confidence in his very polite tone mixed with concern. Allen¡¯s tension soon led to tension in his staff. The employee frantically searched through other clothes to grasp the silent roar fired by their immediate boss.


    ¡°I like it.¡± Jun-kyung was perplexed. He ruffled the hem of his shirt for nothing and bent and straightened his legs slightly, ¡°It¡¯s neat and easy to move around.¡±


    The gaze of the opponent, who was quietly watching Jun-kyung, grew. Jun-Kyung was worried that if there was physical power in those eyes, it would knock down an elephant with just one shot.


    ¡°Junkyung? Do you want to try this?¡± Allen came rushing in.


    What he brought out was a blue T-shirt and off-white cotton pants. It was a much more upbeat and casual style. Jun-kyung nodded and held out his hand.


    ¡°Wait a minute.¡± Executive Director Min, who had been silent the whole time, finally opened his mouth.


    He stood up from his seat. When a person who is hard to ignore even when sitting stand upright, the illusion that the high ceiling of the presidential suite fell about a meter arose.


    Can¡¯t you say something and move? Are you not aware of the intimidation of your appearance? It can¡¯t be. No, you may be doing it on purpose.


    Director Min, who makes other people uncomfortable in many ways, did not give any hints, as always. It was comforting to know that Jun-kyung was not the only person who felt flustered by not knowing the intention.


    Executive Director Min, who narrowed the distance with two steps, observed Jun-kyung for a moment. From top to bottom, and then back up, faint burn marks were created on the skin along the upward gaze. It was fortunate that there was enough ice in the refrigerator.


    Executive Director Min, who stood silently for about 10 seconds, moved at his own pace, whether or not the rest of the three people¡¯s nervousness reached its peak. His hands that were mostly in his trousers, except for touching the laptop, pad, and cell phone, lightly touched Junkyung¡¯s forehead.


    ¡°You don¡¯t like the hairstyle? Would you prefer to flip it over? Actually, Jun-Kyung¡¯s forehead is so pretty that it suits him with his hair pulled back¡±.


    Allen tactfully replied. Jun-kyung, who had guessed the situation, tried to brush his bangs quickly.


    ¡°Hold on. Stay where you are for a while¡±.


    Executive Director Min took Jun-kyung¡¯s hand and lowered them. Allen asked again, turning his head slightly.


    ¡°Director Min?¡±


    ¡°I love it. I like it very much.¡±


    Executive Director Min stared at Jun-kyung the whole time. Following the sudden reversal of circumstances or exchanging hot gazes with Executive Vice President Min Hyun-seung was burdensome ,so Jun-kyung naturally looked to Allen next to him.


    Allen quickly regained his confidence.


    ¡°Right? Junkyung looks much better with his bangs down. He looks like a college student, right? What do you think of the outfit?¡±


    ¡°Send everything you wear today to my house.¡±


    Jun-Kyung wore dozens or even nearly a hundred.


    ¡°All of them? You don¡¯t have to buy this much¡±.


    ¡°You said you liked everything when you tried it on.¡±


    No, it wasn¡¯t even for 4 seasons. If the seasons change, he¡¯ll have to buy it again. Is he going to buy a hundred sets at once?


    ¡°I can¡¯t even wear them all.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to wear them all. Choose what you like and wear it¡±.


    When the fitting was finished, Executive Director Min told the stylist to organize it quickly and leave. Allan happily packed up the clothes and props spread out with the staff and left the room. It took about 5 minutes, and during that time, Executive Director Min was holding Junkyung¡¯s fingers the whole time.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to act like this¡±.


    ¡°Act?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Jun-Kyung took a step back from him, pulling his fingers out with a little force.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take good care of myself, so don¡¯t mind me¡±.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡±


    ¡°Acting like this will ruin the external image that Hyun-Seung Min has built up. You don¡¯t have to express yourself in front of people by giving a gift at a great cost, touching my head, and holding my hand. I will do my best to make sure you don¡¯t have to try so hard. Was there a misunderstanding somewhere in our agreement?¡±


    Thanks to Allen¡¯s way of speaking, Jun-Kyung came up with a grammatically-breaking honorific that is rarely used. Director Min¡¯s expressionless face, which was the default value, shifted slightly to the negative side.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t say anything about being inconvenienced,¡± Director Min replied.


    ¡°It is my own judgment.¡±


    ¡°Ho Jun-Kyung.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    It¡¯s been a long time since he was called by the three names straight, so the answer was automatically engraved working as a bodyguard. After calling him in a stern tone, Executive Director Min gave no special rebuke or other instructions.


    Jun-kyung, who looked down politely, didn¡¯t know what kind of expression he was making, but it was clear that it couldn¡¯t be good.


    Director Min¡¯s thick chest wrapped in a silk vest swelled slightly. Are you going to take a breath and shout something out? There was tension.


    ¡°¡­ That¡¯s it¡±.


    Contrary to expectations, it ended very bland. Before Jun-kyung could even raise his head, Executive Director Min returned to the table. The phone rang just in time, so he answered the call and concentrated on the pad at the same time.


    Various sensitive topics such as projects, new product development, research institutes, and supplier selection came out through the mouth of Executive Vice President Min. Even from a former bodyguard, it seemed like a top-secret matter such as information that could be a disaster if it leaked into a competitor.


    ¡®Can I listen to these trade secrets?¡¯


    He didn¡¯t want to sit still on the sofa. He quietly lifts his ass and walks into the bedroom so that no footsteps are heard.


    ¡°Where are you going?¡±


    Jun-Kyung thought there was an invisible wall between them.


    ¡°I thought it would interfere with your work. I will wait in the bedroom.¡±


    ¡°It doesn¡¯t bother me at all.¡±


    Director¡¯s Min eyes were cold, noting what he didn¡¯t like.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    He glued his butt back to the sofa and watched Director Min work. From morning shopping and swimming to getting cramps and trying on different outfits, his eyelids slowly started to close.


    He tried to sit well, but couldn¡¯t keep his head up. His eyelids were too heavy. He¡¯s not short of stamina. Could it be because of swimming? Or for some other reason?


    ¡®Oh, I¡¯m pregnant.¡¯


    The doctor had warned him that he would sleep a lot. He fully understands why exercising was not ideal. Compared to usual, today¡¯s activities are not activities, but he feels so sleepy.


    The shaky body leaned sideways on its own. He dozed off in earnest with his chin on the sofa armrest.


    Director Min¡¯s low voice on the phone sounded like a lullaby. From the finger tapping the pad to the sound of the keyboard keyboard,there was no way he could be fully asleep, but contrary to his will, Jun-kyung fell into a deep sleep.


    When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was on the bed. Is this his human consciousness that allows him to find bed even when asleep?


    Director Min¡¯s presence was felt with the light through the slightly opened door. Jun-Kyung checked the time on a small digital clock next to the bed. It was past 2 am. Even though he¡¯s a director of a large corporation, does he work overtime until this hour? Obviously, it must be because of the forced schedule adjustment.


    ¡®I knew the date felt rushed¡¯.


    Even if he bites his cheek inside, there is no other way for Jun-kyung. He can call his parents to reschedule, but it¡¯s hard to reschedule with Director Min. Above all, he felt very sleepy.


    Jun-kyung fell into a honey-like sleep again.


    Jun-Kyung woke up after a good night¡¯s sleep.  Unlike yesterday, the space next to the bed was empty. After taking a shower, Jun-Kyung found Executive Director Min was still working, sitting at the table in the same outfit as yesterday. The greeting for work came out naturally.


    ¡°Hello, good morning.¡±


    ¡°Did you sleep well?¡± The voice that came back was a little dry and harsh. It seems because he stayed up all night.


    ¡°Did you stay up all night?¡± Jun-Kyung asked.


    ¡°No, I slept on the sofa for an hour at dawn¡±.


    That¡¯s what you call staying up late.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to get some bottled water from the fridge, do you want one?¡±


    ¡°Thanks.¡± He thought Director Min would call a staff like yesterday, so his natural answer was a relief.


    He found the espresso machine while taking out two bottles of water. The lifestyle of Koreans. Excited, he held up his glass and took a shot.


    Whi-ing.


    The warm-up button began to sparkle as the silver espresso machine turned. Come out quickly, black and white. He filled up an ice cup to drink an iced Americano.


    ¡°Jun-kyung is on a caffeine ban for the time being.¡±


    A warning flew in from afar. At the same time as he reflexively turned back, the ice clattered into the crystal cup.


    ¡°Caffeine is not good for mothers. There is a high risk of miscarriages¡±.

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    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know. He thinks he¡¯s heard of it. He remembers hearing at a drinking party in the past that his senior wife couldn¡¯t take caffeine during her pregnancy, so she had withdrawal symptoms. She even started hating her husband because she couldn¡¯t drink coffee. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t think that was gonna be him.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you remember the precautions you heard at the hospital?¡±


    All precautions were taken by Executive Director Min. Junkyung was just wiping the cold ultrasound gel and putting on his clothes.


    He has not been able to ask the doctor anything because he was responding to the threats disguised as negotiations by Director Min. After that, he was blank for about 2 weeks so he was ignorant about his own condition. Indeed, ignorance is a sin.


    ¡°It¡¯s not mine. I am doing it for you¡±.


    He acted in a timely manner to avoid being reprimanded. He felt Director Min¡¯s suspicious eyes bent like a missile and stabbed at Junkyung.


    ¡°Then three shots please.¡±


    ¡°Yep.¡±


    He goes through the waves day by day and lives like this. He feels proud of himself. He quickly rolled up an Americano and served it with bottled water.


    ¡°Thank you¡±.


    Maybe he really needed coffee because Director Min¡¯s expressionless face was a bit soft. The dark water of life floated in ice passed between his cynical lips.


    The thick neck, protruding from the collar of the buttoned shirt, twitched. When his Adam¡¯s apple roses like an alpha male, Jun-kyung also reflexively swallowed his saliva.


    I want to drink. Ah, I want to drink so bad.


    Some people must have great mental power.


    How could he be satisfied with seeing something so delicious without putting it in his mouth? Coffee can¡¯t be compared with fresh mineral water.


    Were his eyes so desperate?


    Executive Director Min finished the coffee at once and immediately put it away. Then, he comforted Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Even if you want to drink, just hold it for another half year.¡±


    ¡°Yeah¡±.


    Despair had just begun. Half a year The tears he didn¡¯t shed when he got the notice of pregnancy were about to come out. Damn it.


    ***


    Executive Director Min decided to go to work and come back later to pick Jun-Kyung up. He left various instructions before leaving. Since then, Jun-Kyung¡¯s feet have not moved even though he was alone for three or four hours.


    ¡°Use room service for meals. The hotel will take special care. Tea and coffee are not allowed. Swimming is also prohibited. If you need anything outside, bodyguards will take care of it. Wait for me as much as you can¡±.


    The bodyguard Director Min introduced was the senior who brought Jun-Kyung to the hotel before. As he nodded his head, the senior bowed his back very politely. Jun-Kyung was about to die of discomfort. It¡¯s better to not leave the hotel or not even step out of the room.


    During the two-day stay, all the staff in the room, who were barely visible except for meals, were all waiting.


    As a bodyguard, Jun-Kyung was in charge of guarding the upper class children who dreamed of escaping, saying that the duties and responsibilities are heavy and the environment is stuffy. It was frustrating to be in the same situation.


    They listened to Executive Director Min and even checked when going to the bathroom. Normally, he would have said that he¡¯s not a child and that there is no need to do this, but the swimming pool incident made his mouth heavy.


    ¡°I¡¯ll rest while watching TV in my bedroom. Have a good time everyone.¡±


    In the movie, there is a scene where the protagonist pretends to sleep, tears the blanket to make a rope, and then escapes through the window.


    While the camera follows the main character enjoying freedom, behind the scenes, the bodyguard and the staff will be tormented, pondering how to rescue themselves from the situation. It is hard to cause such a nuisance in a situation where they know each other.


    Jun-kyung calmly climbed into bed and turned on the TV. In fact, he wasn¡¯t very interested in TV, so he started searching on his phone.


    It was truly a terrifying search term. In fact, it took an extraordinary effort to press the search button even after entering it in the search box.


    He lay down on her right side, then shifted back to the left. He was clearly in a relaxed state, but strangely, his heart was beating faster and faster. It was like when he reached the final of a provincial competition when he was in high school. Suddenly, a ridiculous thing came out of nowhere.


    ¡°No, what is this?¡±


    Jumping up, he clicked the search button. The fast internet had results before even throwing the cell phone. He thinks it¡¯s okay to give some room to regret sometimes.


    With a short breath, his thumb swung up the scroll fast. He had never learned to read fast. After all, he was a judo prospect. He lived a life far away from books before entering the security department and learning liberal arts and English.


    The reason he increased the scrolling speed is simply because he doesn¡¯t have the confidence to read it clearly.


    As he was flipping through it, he entered a blog. The site captures the same cautions as those that he heard in the ultrasound room and various precautions were kindly provided. Alcohol, smoking, and drugs were prohibited.


    ¡°It¡¯s tougher than doping.¡±


    A sigh came out. What did he expect when he had no caffeine? Exercise was, of course, forbidden. There was a reason why Executive Director Min said yesterday to play in the water instead of swimming.


    Miscarriages can happen. Worse, there is also a high chance that a child with physical deformities or mental retardation will be born.


    In many cases, newborns have the autism spectrum because of alcohol that was consumed without knowing about pregnancy.


    ¡°Have I drank since?¡±


    Seriously, looking back over the past four months, he didn¡¯t go to the drinking party at all because he was in a big mess because of an accident he had while drinking. He went to the bar once and got a drink but didn¡¯t put it in his mouth. He just kept quietly lowering my head.


    In the midst of a serious search here and there, the staff brought the meal to the bedroom. He gratefully accepted the meal and fell into the search again. He also watched the video. Executive Director Min¡¯s eyes were not just terrified.


    Once he has it, he wants to fulfill his responsibilities. Even if it is inevitable, if there is a miscarriage due to an unexpected accident or lack of physical conditions to maintain the pregnancy, it would not be intentional.


    Jun-Kyung was born with a golden spoon as the son of the cafe¡¯s owner but does nothing for society. Isn¡¯t his life too futile?


    ¡®Even if I can¡¯t keep up with you, I will give birth and raise your child well¡¯.


    He can¡¯t help it if an accident happens in the middle. Still, he¡¯s not going to have an abortion on purpose.


    Even if I can¡¯t be listed in your family register, you will grow up well under the older brother. If you¡¯re lucky, you might become the heir to the group later. Don¡¯t you think?


    In reality, Jun-Kyung knows that there is no way to appoint a child who is not biological as an heir. He doesn¡¯t feel greedy.


    Still, the baby will live as the child of a chaebol owner, being able to do whatever is desired. Of course, fishing is prohibited.


    According to the blog, pregnant people¡¯s duty is to be as lazy as possible. Don¡¯t do anything, eat well, sleep well, and occasionally walk and stretch at a level that doesn¡¯t put too much strain on the body.


    Unlike the fear before the search, Jun-Kyung felt lighter after confirming that laziness was all the responsibility of Jun-kyung. He lay flat on his back and focused on breathing exercises. After eating an early lunch, he fell asleep.


    ***


    It was past 4 pm. Director Min is back. The appointment was at 5, so he had to hurry. As Jun-Kyung crossed the hotel lobby, he saw a silver sedan. The steering wheel was taken by Executive Vice President Min. As soon as he sat in the passenger seat, Junkyung found a shopping bag lying in the back seat.


    ¡°It¡¯s my first time to say hello, so I can¡¯t go with my bare hands.¡±


    Looking at his quick answers to unanswered questions, it was clear that Executive Director Min had a special ability to understand what was inside.


    ¡°That¡¯s too much.¡±


    ¡°I have it sorted out in moderation.¡±


    He can¡¯t believe this is appropriately selected. Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know what¡¯s in the shopping bag, but based on the brand, he had a strong foreboding that what¡¯s in it would be the same price range as the stuff in the suite room. A large square box wrapped in a soft cloth is definitely the finest fruit or Korean beef.


    ¡°Thank you for being thoughtful. But that¡¯s too much. I don¡¯t have to ability to give back what I received¡±.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t prepare this to get back.¡±


    ¡°Even if you say so¡­¡±


    ¡°You will get more than this in the future, so what do I do if you are already feeling this pressured just from this?¡±


    A car drove down a high hill in the middle and entered the city. Jun-kyung shut his mouth and stared straight ahead. It was difficult to manage his facial expressions.


    ¡®Wow, you hit the lines of some drama without even blinking. It makes the hearts of the common people tremble¡¯.


    He should have known from the moment Director Min popped out a black card.


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t think it¡¯d be this sexy to say ¡®Take whatever you want¡¯.


    Since he was born as a man in a capitalist society, he has to try those wonderful lines at least once before he dies. For now, he¡¯ll just have to be content with hearing it.


    Executive Director Min, who possesses driving skills comparable to that of a bodyguard, stepped on the brake so delicately that he could not feel the acceleration or deceleration at all.


    What can¡¯t he do? No matter where he glance, the person next to him has a manly appearance.


    Far from being a slick man, Director Min is a cool and cold handsome man. The best body any man can look up to. With such physical condition, it would not be just a dream to become a top professional player with an annual salary of over 100 billion won (usd 75 millions).


    It¡¯s such a waste.


    ¡®Why do you work out when you have hundreds of billions of personal wealth?¡¯

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    He is even smart. Since Executive Vice President Min became the core of Taewon TIC, the company¡¯s earnings soared. Taewon TIC is a heavy industry company focusing on design and construction after winning large-scale infrastructure-related orders from national and local governments. Recently, it is concentrating on the production of engines and turbines for power plants.


    Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know much about the technical details because it¡¯s too specialized, but he saw in the group¡¯s promotional material that the engine business for power plants, which was also managed by Executive Vice President Min, is the next-generation core business.


    Each project promoted by Taewon TIC is a completely new area not only at the group level but also within Korea. The government pays great attention to it, and Jun-Kyung knows that the group communicates with the relevant ministers and sometimes the prime minister from time to time.


    It¡¯s amazing that such a busy person is going to say hello to Junkyung¡¯s house and bought a variety of fruits and meat. It¡¯s not enough to stay up all night, but he also drives himself.


    ¡®Is it really a good thing to marry someone like this?¡¯


    It may be a nuisance to the nation and its people. Jun-kyung wondered if he could become a vessel as a spouse of Executive Director Min.


    Of course, they¡¯re not really spouses either and will get divorced soon after the child is born. He didn¡¯t want to leave a blemish on the character Min Hyun-seung.


    The car stopped gently at the signal.


    ¡°What¡¯s on my face?¡±


    When Executive Director Min turned his head slightly, their eyes met immediately. It was only then that Jun-kyung realized that he was looking at Executive Director Min, lost in his mind. He was looking straight ahead earlier so he wondered when his gaze went that way.


    ¡°No. I looked over there.¡±


    He quickly pointed to the driver¡¯s seat. Just then, Jun-Kyung saw an ice cream shop with an impressive sign in pink.


    ¡°There is a new flavor.¡±


    The signal went off, and the car started again. Suddenly, the car speaker turned on and a call signal was heard.


    ¨C Yes, Executive Director.


    Jun-Kyung heard a familiar secretary¡¯s voice.


    ¡°I¡¯d like some ice cream, please.¡±


    Executive Director Min accurately delivered the new product being promoted along with the name brand. What kind of development is this? He just saw it. No matter how much you want to eat, do you order it right away while driving?


    In spite of his promise to not be any inconvenience, they unintentionally abused ice cream. How much influence does a small excuse have on you? Jun-Kyung rather just keep his mouth shut.


    The car that slipped like water suddenly arrived near the house. Jun-Kyung entered the parking lot of a new city apartment that¡¯s about 10 minutes away from the cafe building owned by his parents. It was frustrating in many ways in that Director Min knew the address without having to say it again.


    ¡®You must¡¯ve known this and that.¡¯


    They even register his fingerprints without his knowledge. It¡¯s not surprising that he knows it¡¯s his parents¡¯ address. Although he was a little worried about getting used to it, he quickly regained peace under the protection of the black card.


    At the same time the car was parked, Executive Director Min took out the items from the rear seat on his own.


    Director Min could hold all of the shopping bags in one hand, but it was unreasonable to lift two wrapped boxes at once.


    ¡°I¡¯ll hold one.¡±


    ¡°It must be heavy.¡±


    As Director Min closed the back seat door, Junkyung let out a deep sigh without realizing it.


    ¡°I can hold this much.¡±


    ¡°I can come and get it twice, so why do I have to ask Jun-kyung?¡±


    ¡°Let me hold it. It¡¯s more uncomfortable to stay still.¡±


    Before Executive Director Min said anything else, Junkyung quickly added, ¡°We are dating. It is natural to help each other out. I¡¯m pregnant. I¡¯m not dying. Allow me to judge such trifles on my own¡±.


    Obviously, Jun-kyung was a staff of the Min¡¯s family. However, he suddenly emerged as a precious spouse of the master and is in a position where he has to get permission to help out.


    How weak does Executive Director Min view Jun-kyung as? Jun-Kyung decided to have a serious discussion one day on this matter.


    Seeing Jun-Kyung¡¯s seriousness, Executive Director Min readily accepts it. Jun-kyung headed to the elevator, holding the cloth box that¡¯s probably Kalbi beef. Although he knew the password for the common entrance, he purposely rang the intercom to announce his arrival.


    As Jun-Kyung climbed into the elevator, his heart beat faster and faster. Executive Vice President Min, who was standing next to him, showed no change on the outside. It is said that even the strong heart trembles during the first meeting. Is he not nervous because it is not officially the first greeting between parents?


    The elevator stopped before his messy thoughts were finished. As soon as Jun-Kyung got off, the front door of his parents¡¯ house swung open.


    ¡°Is Jun-kyung here?¡±


    It was the highest tone of his mother¡¯s voice he has ever heard.


    ¡°Yes, we are here.¡±


    At the word ¡®we¡¯, his mother widened her eyes and looked behind Jun-kyung. Naturally, she couldn¡¯t take her eyes off the man who was much taller than her son.


    ¡°Hello, nice to meet you.¡±


    ¡°Ah¡­ Ah, welcome.¡±


    Jun-Kyung pushed his mother in saying ¡®Let¡¯s not do this at the front door¡¯. As he entered the house, his father and older brother approached at the same time.


    ¡°Hello, my name is Hyunseung Min.¡±


    A low, husky, yet heavy voice repeated the greeting. His father nodded half-heartedly and his brother smiled slightly. The atmosphere was so awkward that it froze.


    ¡°Take this.¡± Direction Min broke the awkwardness.


    ¡°What is this?¡±


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t come bare-handed, so I prepared it.¡±


    ¡°You can just come. Why do you do this?¡±


    With a nervous smile, Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother received a shopping bag with the luxury logo on it and his brother received two furoshiki at the same time and placed it on the table.


    ¡°Sit this way, please.¡± It was probably his older brother who had a knack for customer service that suggested it.


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents sat on the short side of the large L-shaped sofa, and his brother sat on the auxiliary stool. In the center of the long side, Executive Director Min was seated, and Junkyung was seated next to him.


    The hardest thing was probably his father. Unlike his flexible mother and his relatively young older brother, his father still had some of the old-fashioned way of thinking.


    It was also the father who was much more frustrated and worried than the party Jun-kyung when the second son, who was healthy, suddenly became an Omega. He is seeing a son-in-law rather than a daughter-in-law. No one can imagine the shock.


    Moreover, Director Min¡¯s visuals are usually combative. He is an alpha male over 190cm tall, clearly showing that handsome and beautiful appearances are in two different realms.


    There were a few minutes of small talk that no one was interested in such as if there was any inconvenience in coming here, whether there was traffic and what the weather was like. Drinks and fruit were brought out and the talk continued for a while, then it became quiet.


    ¡°By the way, if your last name is Min¡­¡± The father, who had been still, quietly spoke.


    Executive Director Min took out his business card and presented it in a polite manner. His mother snatched the card before his father.


    ¡°Taewon TIC Executive Director?¡±


    ¡°What?¡± This time the father snatched the business card from his mother¡¯s hand. His father¡¯s mouth was wide open. All three pairs of eyes, including his older brother, were focused on Junkyung at the same time. Jun-kyung looked at managing director Min.


    ¡°Then that Taewon¡¯s second son?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m learning business from my father. I¡¯m not adequate, but please take care of me.¡±


    Executive Director Min dropped a bomb.


    Suddenly, an ice storm swept through the house. The epicenter was his parents. The older brother couldn¡¯t shut his mouth and only blinked.


    It was probably his mother who tried to reverse the mood. She smiled awkwardly, pointing to a pretty plate of cherry tomatoes and kiwi.


    ¡°If I had known that Junkyung was coming with the Executive Director, I would¡¯ve prepared better. I didn¡¯t have time to go to the department store, so this is the only fruit. I prepared as usual. What do I do if the hospitality is not good?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s all right¡±.


    Junhee and Junkyung looked at their mother at the same time. It was the rule of this family to put cherry tomatoes in a colander and eat them with bare hands while cutting kiwis in half with a small spoon or peel it with a potato knife and munch it whole.


    Since when did they eat cherry tomatoes cut in half and placed in the shape of a flower and kiwi with fan-shaped wings with a fork?


    What do you mean she couldn¡¯t even go to the department store?


    It has been more than 3 years since they only ate leftover food from the cafe.


    His mother¡¯s eyes shot saying she won¡¯t let them be if they talk nonsense.  The mother, raising her two sons with her bare hands, was the head of the military in this family. If they go against it, they should worry about her repercussions.


    Jun-hee picks up a fork first and calmly follows the family custom that his mother had made in a hurry.


    ¡°Director, please help yourself to some fruits.¡±


    ¡°Please feel free to speak. You are older than me.¡± (T/N: not literal age, more like higher rank since Jun-hee is Jun-Kyung¡¯s older brother)


    ¡°Is that so?¡±


    ¡°Yes. If I marry Jun-kyung, I will become your brother-in-law and you will become the older hyung.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents agreed. Junhee was two years younger than Executive Director Min. Director Min¡¯s etiquette education was so good that he had the momentum to instill trauma.


    ¡°Are you thinking of getting married?¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents asked.


    ¡°I came here to get permission to marry. I apologize for not telling you in advance¡±.


    ¡°Oh, I see. Are you in a serious relationship?¡±


    ¡°Yes, we are.¡±


    Even before dinner, no one touched the fruit because no one had an appetite.


    When his parents saw Director Min, they were afraid that they might make eye contact, so they quickly turned around and emptied the iced Americano. With coffee in front of him, Jun-Kyung was even more thirsty. When Jun-kyung got up, Jun-hee quickly followed and got up.


    ¡°Why?¡± Jun-Hee asked.


    ¡°To get some water.¡±


    ¡°There is coffee.¡±


    ¡°No, I want to drink bottled water.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll get it for you. Go sit down, you are the guest¡± Jun-hee replied.


    ¡°Yes, yes. Jun-kyung, you sit down.¡± His parents stopped Jun-Kyung in a hurry.


    Executive Director Min also looked at him subtly. Jun-kyung had no choice but to put his butt back on. The opportunity to take a breath went to Jun-Hee Ho, the pillar of this family.


    ¡°Two people¡­so, how long has it been like this?¡±

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    ¡°Since Jun-kyung joined the company, I have always had a crush on him. We¡¯ve been dating for about half a year.¡±


    It was a question his parents asked Jun-kyung, but the answer was given by Executive Director Min who was sitting next to Junkyung.


    Jun-Kyung just nodded along. It¡¯s not quite a lie since he started delivering lunch boxes in earnest around that time.


    ¡°The elders in the family know about this?¡± His father wandered between speaking with and without honorifics and eventually chose honorifics.


    The Director looked down politely and listened.


    ¡°I haven¡¯t been able to tell them yet because there have been hard times at home recently. Also, as a courtesy, I decided it was right for me to greet the two of you first before talking to them.¡±


    ¡°Maybe they are against it. As for us, we wouldn¡¯t oppose if the two of you really like each other.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t think so. They are waiting for their grandchildren more than anyone else¡±.


    ¡°Grandchildren?¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents were visibly flustered. Even his mother who told him to seduce Alpha stretched her philtrum while looking at Jun-Kyung.


    Jun-kyung bowed his head and only teased tomatoes with a fork. He was in a much more difficult position than expected. He would have watched with interest if they were talking about someone else, but sadly he was the party.


    ¡°You are alpha, right?¡±


    ¡°Yes, because Junkyung is an Omega.¡±


    His father nodded a beat late as if realizing that his son was an Omega again. Seeing that his complexion had turned pale, it looks like the time he was desperate to quit smoking. He closed his eyes tightly and then opened it. Then, he drank the bottled water that Junkyung had left.


    Bzzt. Bzzt.


    At the sound of the vibrating cell phone, everyone sitting on the sofa looked for Jun-Kyung¡¯s phone at once. This time, the opportunity to escape from the sofa went to none other than Executive Director Min.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯ll take a call for a moment.¡±


    Director Min, who stood up from his seat, was told by his parents to take as much time as he wanted.


    Executive Director Min walked out the front door. When the mother saw that the front door was completely closed, she screamed in shock.


    ¡°How did this happen? Don¡¯t you work at the company?¡±


    ¡°I am an employee there.¡±


    ¡°No, you¡¯re not just an employee there!¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s father, who had been quiet the whole time, stood up and walked around the living room.


    Jun-hee, who had taken refuge in the kitchen, ran to the sofa, ¡°Is that person that bastard?¡±


    What the hell are you talking about all of a sudden?


    Jun-kyung looked at Jun-hee as though looking at someone who was sick.


    ¡°No, we talked about it while eating at a meat restaurant near the cafe. The person who is like from a drama.¡±


    Then Jun-Kyung¡¯s memory came to mind. ¡°Yeah¡±.


    Junhee spit out words, ¡°Wealthy people are ridiculous, aren¡¯t they? How did you two get to know each other? Did you get slapped? You¡¯re the first person I¡¯ve ever met. Have you ever heard of something like this?¡± (T/N: Basically Jun-Hee is in disbelief at this novelty.)


    ¡°It just happened. As an assistant to his mom, I have a lot of chances to bump into him.¡±


    ¡°Who asked who to date first?¡± His mother asked a predictable question.


    ¡°Of course, the executive director asked first.¡±


    ¡°Really? What do you like about him?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know that.¡±


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you know when you¡¯re dating?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. I just think he¡¯s good.¡±


    His mother doesn¡¯t seem to believe him and scowled at Jun-Kyung. ¡°He doesn¡¯t have any ulterior motives? Like playing with you?¡±


    ¡°No, not like that! Really!¡±


    Jun-kyung, who was stabbed on his tail, jumped out of his seat to show his determination.


    ¡°And if he¡¯s playing, am I the one that gets played? Me, a former judo athlete and a professional bodyguard?¡±


    When the tallest and most manly person in the family made a loud noise, there was no further objection.


    ¡°Junkyung-ah, your mother¡¯s heart is beating too fast.¡±


    His mother complained of shortness of breath. Usually, when something too surprising happens, Jun-Kyung also feels the same way.  He doesn¡¯t worry too much about it since it gets better after a short break, but this situation was surprising enough to make his heart race.


    Well, that makes sense.


    ¡°Let me know in advance. How can you bring someone like the Executive Director of a large conglomerate?¡±


    ¡°Sorry. I didn¡¯t want to talk on the phone.¡±


    ¡°From now on, don¡¯t suddenly notify me like this, and if you can¡¯t do it over the phone, send it by text. Mom is really out of breath.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Her mother¡¯s impatience who asked to set the date as soon as possible also played a part, but Jun-Kyung was not a sleazy child enough to point them out one by one.


    Ring. Ring.


    The intercom rang, showing the underground parking lot screen. His father, who was in the closest position, looked at the intercom for a long time and then pressed the door open button.


    It was Jun-kyung who went to meet Executive Director Min at the front door. The rest of the family forced him with their eyes.


    A pink Styrofoam cup was held in the hand of Executive Director Min entering the house. He handed it to Junkyung with his usual expressionless face. It seems that the call he received earlier was from the secretary who bought ice cream.


    ¡°Here.¡±


    ¡°Oh, thank you.¡±


    ¡°Before dinner, what kind of ice cream is it?¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s father used a rather rude tone as if he had suddenly caught a case.


    ¡°Junkyung wanted to eat on the way, so I prepared it separately.¡±


    ¡°What will happen to that strong boy just because he doesn¡¯t eat some ice cream? You, no matter how close you are, why do you make him do that?¡±


    A spark splash off Jun-Kyung¡¯s direction. In this situation, it was impossible to say that Executive Director Min overreacted to his words.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung is at a time where he should eat what he wants to eat, so I¡¯m paying attention. I prepared it, so don¡¯t be too harsh on him.¡±


    It was the first time that Jun-Kyung felt thankful for Executive Director Min¡¯s unique manner. Despite a polite apology, his father¡¯s grumbling continued.


    ¡°Is there a time when you have to eat whatever you want? It¡¯s not like he¡¯s pregnant¡±.


    ¡°He is now 4 months pregnant.¡±


    A heavy silence came.


    In terms of what he¡¯s feeling, Jun-Kyung might be able to throw himself out of the veranda with an ice cream cup in his arms. It would be nice if he could escape this world like that.


    Seeing Jun-Kyung¡¯s body flinching, Executive Director Min boldly wrapped around Junkyung¡¯s waist in front of his parents who are watching.


    ¡°Pregnant? Who?¡±Junhee opened his mouth.


    ¡°Jun-kyung. It¡¯s been a little over 4 months though. As you know, Junkyung¡¯s hormone levels are not good, so it¡¯s time to be careful.¡±


    Jun-Kyung turned around like a person who has rust in his joints. Jun-Kyung was convinced that his face had turned white even without looking in the mirror. Even his parents looked at Jun-Kyung with their mouth wide open.


    While the silent alarm continued like a siren, only Executive Director Min acted as if nothing had happened.


    ¡°I¡¯m telling you just in case, but this is my child.¡±


    ***


    Her son is pregnant. After two months of dating. The opponent is the same man. Even if the person is an omega, the possibility of happening and the actual occurrence are two different things.


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother, who was unable to cope with her reality, eventually drove to the brink of coma. Dinner, of course, was a no-go. Jun-Kyung¡¯s father, who was speechless because of a series of shocks, stuttered and asked to talk again later.


    Director Min, who grasped the atmosphere in the house, went out first with an apology. Jun-hee hastily caught Jun-kyung who was about to follow with an ice cream cup.


    ¡°Where are you going? We need to talk more.¡±


    ¡°Uh? I¡¯m waiting for the Executive Director.¡±


    ¡°Tell him to go on his own. Should I take you home?¡±


    From Jun-hee¡¯s actions, Jun-kyung remembered one more fact that he hadn¡¯t been able to tell.


    ¡°We live together.¡±


    ¡°Hey! Are you crazy?!¡±


    At Jun-hee¡¯s thunderous shout, Jun-Kyung¡¯s father popped out. The sound of his mother¡¯s sickness was heard in the bedroom.


    ¡°What else are you talking about?¡±


    ¡°They live together.¡±


    His father¡¯s face, which was the color of a dark cloud, completely changed to the color of briquettes. The father quickly stroked his chest and hips with his rough hands. It was a gesture looking for a cigarette. It¡¯s been years since he quit. No way.


    His father smacked his lips and finally took a deep breath.


    ¡°Jun-kyung Ho, you seem so unfamiliar. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s my son.¡± (T/N: Dad is surprised because Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t seem like the son he knows.)


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Dad.¡±

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    As soon as Executive Director Min received the smart key from the secretary, he unlocked the door and opened the passenger seat door.


    Now that this situation has become familiar, Jun-kyung naturally rose to his seat. Director Min got into the driver¡¯s seat while Jun-Kyung fastened his seat belt and put the ice cream box cup on his lap.


    Before starting the engine and leaving, Executive Director Min checked Jun-Kyung¡¯s seat belt. It was a small gesture that the general public would hardly notice because it was a quick glance. For Jun-kyung, who received professional training, he noticed.


    The VVIP opens the car door by himself, checks the seat belt, and drives the car to the house by hand. He even ordered someone to buy an ice-cream even though that was casually mentioned.


    The British luxury sedan quickly made its way onto the motorway. While running coolly, Junkyung said something he couldn¡¯t say earlier.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ¡°For what?¡±


    ¡°From ice-cream to everything.¡±


    ¡°Ice cream is a given, but I don¡¯t know what else to be grateful for.¡±


    Director Min¡¯s answer was 100% pure and sincere. He didn¡¯t know what to be grateful for, so he frowned slightly and looked at Junkyung.


    ¡°Thank you for visiting my parents today, and thank you for talking about various difficult things first. If I were alone, I wouldn¡¯t have said anything.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t need to be grateful for that. You can do anything you want. It¡¯s something that we have to get out of the way anyway.¡±


    The road curved sharply. Executive Director Min paused and gently turned the wheel.


    We? Because we¡¯re dating?


    It¡¯s just a set-up, so it¡¯s okay for him to tell Jun-kyung to do it on his own. It was really a great consideration for a VIP  of a large corporation to spare time from his busy work and visit  in person.


    If he put that much effort into it, it¡¯s easy to honestly say that they are dating. Jun-Kyung was thankful and slightly moved.


    As the car entered the straight line, Executive Director Min continued the conversation he had cut off. ¡°It¡¯s because we are in the same boat.¡±


    ¡®Uh?¡¯


    It was a little against Jun-Kyung¡¯s expectations. He thought the keyword in the resolution between the two was privacy and boundaries. All of a sudden, it¡¯s a team.


    It is clearly an expression of trust and friendship. But something felt odd. It wasn¡¯t bad, but it wasn¡¯t particularly good either. He feels an unexplainable sadness? Sadness?


    ¡®Are you crazy?Jun-kyung Ho¡¯


    He was seriously immersed in dating for a short time. What are you going to do if he feels sad for the Executive Director Min? The kindness and consideration he showed was just because he was a perfectionist.


    Since they are dating, they have agreed to get married and raise children as their own, so it is natural to visit and greet the parents. In fact, it was also Executive Director Min who decided not to change the date and adjusted his busy schedule.


    Director Min is absolutely right. There is no particular reason to be grateful. There is no need to interpret the word ¡°team on the same boat¡± for nothing and feel sad.


    Director Min is not a real lover. He just wants his own family blood, so don¡¯t be moved by trivial favors. Calm down, Jun-kyung Ho.


    ***


    Director Min¡¯s house, which seems to live in a skyscraper overlooking the city like a ruler, was located in a traditional wealthy village at the foot of a mountain in Gangbuk. It is a neighborhood with many diplomatic missions, and there are no skyscrapers anywhere, and most of the buildings are five stories or less.


    The redevelopment in Dama Chig looks like it is going to be hard to see. However, recently the redevelopment has been almost completed, and the exterior of each building in sight has been refined enough to be used as a cover for an architecture magazine.


    The concrete building just below the mountain was Director Min¡¯s house. The yard is not large, but the rear window facing the mountain provided clean air and a quiet view.


    ¡°We use everything from the basement of the three-story building to the rooftop. The bedroom is on the second floor. The elevator and stairs are here. The clothes will be in the dressing room.¡±


    While being briefly on the house¡¯s interior, the secretary brought a hotel lunch.


    When did you prepare something like this again?


    He didn¡¯t talk on the phone. It was well past dinner time, so as soon as Jun-Kyung saw the lunch box, his stomach churned.


    ¡°Eat it right away.¡±


    ¡°What about Hyunseung Min?¡±


    ¡°I will eat at work.¡±


    The lunch box was for two people. Why does he think of eating at work?


    As expected, Director Min is a grown-up. He is much more mature than Jun-kyung and is thorough in self-management. It won¡¯t be a big deal if he skips one meal in the evening.


    ¡°Have a safe and sound trip.¡±


    Jun-Kyung walked him out of the hall in a polite manner. Executive Director Min, who was just about to leave, looked at Jun-kyung for a moment as if he had forgotten something. But instead of giving instructions, he smiled softly. His eyes weren¡¯t smiling. It was a cold, creepy smile.


    Director Min and the secretary left, so Jun-kyung was the only person in the three-story, spacious building. He sat down on the sofa in the living room and ate his lunch box first. He was focused on appeasing hunger rather than taste.


    He went to the kitchen after finishing it well. He opened up a built-in refrigerator that matches the kitchen, which is mostly white and has a sensuous tile finish.


    ¡°Well?¡±


    Jun-kyung opened the refrigerator and paused.


    ¡°I thought there would be an endless supply of expensive bottled water.¡±


    Isn¡¯t that an image you expect from a chaebol? Lacking humanity, neurotic, etc?


    He implicitly expected a space like bottled water, cold beer, or cheese and lemon. However, Executive Director Min¡¯s refrigerator was far from that.


    Of course, the inside was well organized. There were a couple of bottles of water.


    In addition, there are various vegetables, seasonings and fruits. Glass containers with side dishes were also neat. Ham, eggs, and various butters and cheeses are also available. The best part was the half tofu soaked in water.


    Executive Director Min uses half of the tofu and puts it in a container with water? There was only one conclusion.


    ¡°The kitchen aunt comes regularly.¡±


    Nodding his head, Jun-Kyung shoved the leftover lunch box into the refrigerator shelf.


    Yesterday, Executive Director Min just stared at him without saying a word, frightening the three people, including Jun-Kyung. It was inconvenient to eat and rest comfortably.


    He needs a change of clothes, where are they? The clothes Allen sent must be somewhere in this house.


    Jun-Kyung went up to the second floor. The main bedroom was quickly found. As soon as he walked in, he was greeted with a refreshing, slightly woodsy, luxurious scent. It smells like Executive Director Min.


    Of course, his clothes must be in the dressing room of another room, so he looked elsewhere, but all the other rooms were empty.


    Just in case, Jun-Kyung went to the 3rd floor and there was a heavy door decorated with leather upholstery that could only be used in a theatre. He looked inside, but it looks nothing like the wardrobe.


    ¡®Is the dressing room there?¡¯


    With suspicion in his heart, Jun-kyung came back into Executive Director Min¡¯s bedroom. After finding the powder room, he found a dressing room and opened it. In addition to the clothes Allan had unilaterally picked out, the clothes that Junkyung bought themselves were hung neatly on one side.


    ¡°There is no other VIP who doesn¡¯t act as expected, really.¡±


    Combining the dressing room means sharing the bedroom as well, right? Jun-kyung took a deep breath. He wondered if it was necessary to pretend to be dating even inside the house, but Director Min can do so if he wanted to.


    There are no beds in the other rooms. And it would be a bit funny to continue living on the sofa.


    There was nothing comfortable to wear. All of the clothes Allan brought were for going out, and the clothes Junkyung bought were a terrifying luxury T-shirt that¡¯s scary to wear at home.


    ¡®I should¡¯ve bought some sportswear.¡¯


    He regretted it later. Even so, it seems impossible to roll around wearing a t-shirt worth hundreds of thousands of won. Considering the price, design, and material of other clothes, Jun-Kyung did not dare to try. Naturally, his eyes turned to other places.


    ¡°You can¡¯t just wear a suit at home, can you?¡±


    He¡¯s still human. At home, he would wear a comfortable jersey or sportswear. The chairman and madam both wear comfortable cotton t-shirts and cotton pants at home. The chairman of the chaebol, as well as the son of the chairman of the chaebol, will be equipped with such clothes.


    There were only belts and wallets, or ties and pins, in the watch cabinet drawer in the middle of the dressing room.


    There was another chest of drawers under the folds of a luxury suit hanging on a built-in hanger. One compartment was underwear, and the other compartment was pajamas.


    There were no T-shirts with stretched necks or sweatpants with slightly stretched knees. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t see any sneakers or golf equipment that anyone with a bit of money would have.


    Did he put it somewhere else? Or does he not exercise?


    ¡°No way. Is that a body you can get without exercising?¡±


    He threw away his stupid thoughts.


    ¡°I can¡¯t help it.¡±


    He wore a luxury T-shirt worth hundreds of thousands of won on top, and below he borrowed a pair of dark gray pajama pants from Executive Director Min. He was glad it wasn¡¯t silk.


    He roamed the house in earnest. Even when you are employed, it is necessary to familiarize yourself with the office structure, where to store equipment, and learn how to use various devices.


    In order to respond to an unexpected situation, he needed to figure it out in advance, and if possible, he wanted to do it comfortably while Executive Director Min was away.


    Jun-Kyung decided to start from the basement and go up. The moment he got on the elevator and went down to the basement, Junkyung sighed.


    The lights came on automatically as soon as the elevator opened, but there were no missing appliances in the industrial-style space. It was as if the entire athlete-level professional necessity had been moved.


    ¡°Wow, that¡¯s cool.¡±


    The latest gadgets seduced Jun-kyung. He felt like he was in an exhibition hall dedicated to equipments. He opened his eyes and looked at them one by one. He swept a heavy bar and a strong rope with his fingertips.


    The floor was lined with top-quality mats. One wall was a clean mirror. On the other side, there was a water purifier and a glass cup on a shelf where various props were arranged. Towels arranged like a hotel were piled up next to it. When he opened the door in one corner, a simple dressing room appeared.


    ¡°The sportswears are here.¡±


    Various jerseys, T-shirts made from cutting-edge materials, and sneakers were also plentiful by type. Inside the dressing room, there were two doors, one for the bathroom and one for the shower.


    From the dressing room to the bathroom and shower, there are built-in black cabinets, and the white tiles finished with black joints were very nice. ¡°Awesome.¡±


    As much as the Black Card, or maybe more, Jun-Kyung was very impressed. It¡¯s a facility that almost any man would like, but for Jun-kyung, who is especially fond of sports, couldn¡¯t be more envious of Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s wealth than now.

 CH 34

    Jun-Kyung looked around for a while and admired it. It¡¯s a personal room that is fully equipped with a ceiling air conditioner and air purifier. Sometimes, he stood on the machine and tried to move it a little bit.


    ¡°I can¡¯t believe I can only watch this.¡±


    Jun-Kyung was so sad that he felt like crying. But if something goes wrong while exercising, Executive Director Min will not stand still. Wasn¡¯t the message Director Min was going to say on the way to work earlier was a warning not to go to the basement? If so, this may be some kind of test.


    ¡°I can¡¯t.¡± Jun-Kyung forced himself to take a step back.


    Shall I ask to watch the Executive Director Min working out later?


    Jun-Kyung took the stairs instead of the elevator. As he climbed up, he came out into the aisle between the kitchen and living room. Next to the kitchen was a pantry and laundry room. There was nothing special about the space.


    On the second floor, as he saw earlier, there are two small rooms in the main bedroom. One of them was a typical study. Whether Director Min works from home or not, the study consisted of a bookshelf and a simple desk and chair.


    What was unusual was the 3rd floor. There was a doorway with black leather and thick gongs that looked like the entrance to a theater or concert hall in many ways. When Jun-Kyung opened it up earlier, it didn¡¯t seem like a normal room.


    ¡°Is it the music room?¡±


    The third floor was a whole space. There are two long, pencil-like windows towards the mountain, and they are so thick that they completely block out outside noise.


    Since the walls are much thicker than the window frames, soundproofing is also provided. The facilities seemed better than any other studio recording studio.


    Compared to the perfection of the space, the decorations provided were a bit unpretentious. There was a piano with an old music book with a yellow discolored tape, a small violin, and books that show traces of time everywhere.


    ¡°Did you use it when you were young?¡±


    Among the chaebols, there are quite a few people who play musical instruments. Even if they are somewhat lacking in skills, they often holds concerts with the family¡¯s money.


    It was common for children in the family to learn to play musical instruments as hobbies. As Director Min was born in a chaebol family, it is likely that Executive Director Min also learned to play piano or violin.


    Jun-Kyung thinks for a while of a young Executive Director Min playing the violin and quit. It doesn¡¯t suit his image as a cold, blunt child.


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t have much to do after he had finished figuring out the inside of the house. The TV was in the bedroom. Since he doesn¡¯t feel confident to lie down on the bed of Director Min¡¯s room and watch TV, Jun-Kyung went down to the living room and lay down on the sofa.


    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right. I have to change clothes.¡±


    It was more appropriate to borrow sportswear rather than pajamas. He knew it was in the basement, so he had to change quickly, but when he lay down on the sofa, it was too much trouble to get up.


    He did a meaningless search on his cell phone, and then gave up and closed his eyes. What kind of sofa could be so comfortable?


    He slept for a while and then decided to change his clothes late. It hasn¡¯t been that long since Executive Director Min left, so there¡¯s some room¡­maybe.


    He closed his eyes for a moment without even having time to dream. But, he felt something. He doesn¡¯t know if it¡¯s because it¡¯s someone else¡¯s house, but his eyes lit up. A large figure entered the foggy vision. At a glance it was the Executive Director who was just reaching out his hand towards Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Uh¡­when did you come?¡±Jun-Kyung got up quickly and said hello.


    ¡°I just came. It¡¯s not good to sleep here.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I was just gonna lie down for a while. But you came early.¡±


    As if he had just arrived, Executive Director Min was dressed in a perfect suit without any mess. If Jun-Kyung had known he would come this early, he wouldn¡¯t have slept. Putting aside his embarrassment, Jun-Kyung stood up awkwardly. Director Min picked up the cell phone that had been left on the floor.


    ¡°It¡¯s past 10 o¡¯clock now.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    It was really well past 10 o¡¯clock. Jun-Kyung was appalled not because of the time, but because of the 7 missed calls.


    ¡°You called¡­¡±


    ¡°I called because I thought I would be late for work. Just wanted to say don¡¯t wait and sleep. I came in a hurry because I thought something was going on since you didn¡¯t pick up.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Jun-Kyung apologized and checked the phone settings. It was at maximum volume. However, he did not hear anything until Executive Director Min came. Can he sleep this deep? Why is he sleeping instead of waiting? He¡¯s not qualified to work.


    ¡°I¡¯m glad everything is fine. Don¡¯t worry about it.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± Jun-Kyung also remembered belatedly about not using an expression of apology.


    Director Min took off his jacket and placed it on his arm, pulling his tie slightly with one hand and unbuttoning his shirt. Then he glanced up and down Jun-kyung. He was like a designer making sure that precious project prototypes weren¡¯t broken.


    ¡°The clothes.¡±


    Jun-kyung, who had been standing politely in a guilty posture, raised his head and quickly got back down. A double curse came out. As if it wasn¡¯t enough to miss 7 calls, but he was caught using Director Min¡¯s personal belongings without asking.


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t find my pajamas, so I took it out and put it on. I will change immediately.¡±


    Instead of ¡®I¡¯m sorry¡¯, this time with Jun-Kyung¡¯s back bent 90 degrees.


    ¡°Raise your head.¡±


    A large hand grabbed Jun-Kyung by the arm. When Jun-Kyung raised his back, he saw Executive Director Min¡¯s face right away. The well-trimmed dark eyebrows showed a deep displeasure.


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart was pounding. He had nothing to say to defend himself even if he was called a thief. Why did he just wear it without using the civilization¡¯s advantage of the telephone to ask for permission? It would be less strange if it was sportswear rather than pajamas.


    ¡°Don¡¯t bow your head recklessly.¡±


    Where did the talk about pajamas go? Suddenly the talk about posture came out.


    ¡°Mr. Jun-kyung Ho.¡±


    It means that the judge is displeased when someone calls another person¡¯s name by adding their last name.


    Today, he thought about how to pass smoothly without receiving harsh reprimands. While his talisman tension rose sharply, Jun-Kyung let out an invisible sigh of disappointment with himself.


    ¡°I fully understand that it is difficult to suddenly do something that has never been done before. However, I had no idea that the understanding of the situation would drop this far.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m really sorry¡­¡±


    ¡°Mr. Jun-kyung Ho.¡± A sharp pitch was added to the wide and loud resounding voice as if exploring a deep cave.


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know the ban on apology would become this frustrating. It was like a state that was hit by both infra-sound and very high frequencies at the same time. He had no idea where or how to jump. Everywhere was a trap.


    ¡°Do you know what you did wrong?¡±


    ¡°I slept freely while waiting at home. I didn¡¯t answer the call. I used the Executive Director¡¯s personal items without permission. I didn¡¯t properly follow the instructions not to say I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Jun-Kyung gave a series of reasons. Then, his head naturally further lowered down. He was told not to bow down, but Jun-Kyung was not born with the same natural power as his opponent, so his head goes down in front of the mistakes I¡¯ve made.


    ¡°Haha.¡± Executive Director Min scoffed.


    There were many mistakes Jun-Kyung made. He couldn¡¯t even imagine that he was a professional bodyguard.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have a clue at all.¡± Executive Director Min¡¯s diaphragm came down and up.


    ¡®I don¡¯t have a clue at all.¡¯


    This doesn¡¯t mean Jun-Kyung really doesn¡¯t have a clue. Typically for VIP, it implies they will make your life miserable if the person doesn¡¯t apologize properly.


    The target was Min Hyun-seung, Executive Director. The blood all over Jun-Kyung¡¯s body dried up. He was so proud of himself for doing a good job earlier.


    Why did this happen?


    Oddly enough, tension is released so easily. It is hard to maintain a sharp posture.


    Why did he do this if he would regret it later? He doesn¡¯t seem to be himself. Even though it doesn¡¯t look like it, is it because of psychological stress? Traumas left?


    As embarrassment was added to the embarrassment, strangely, his tears welled up.


    Oh no, is he just crying over something like this? Jun-Kyung feels even more embarrassed.


    ¡°Sor¡­¡±


    Sorry, Jun-Kyung did it again less than 5 minutes after Director Min reconfirmed the ban. Jun-Kyung bit his lip. The burning eyes started to get wet.


    ¡®Are you crazy, Ho Jun-kyung? Are you crazy? What did you do well that you are even crying?¡±


    Even when he loses an important match by a ridiculous mistake and get scolded by the coach, or when his judo life is completely ruined by a sudden onset, or even when he receive a notice of pregnancy that he never imagined, he didn¡¯t cry and now he¡¯s shedding tears?


    Tears welled up faster because he was embarrassed. He was about to raise his hands and press his eyes tightly, but it seemed like it would be more obvious.


    While Jun-Kyung could neither do this nor that, the man who stood tall like a huge bronze statue let out an uncomfortable sigh. Jun-Kyung was even more embarrassed and his head fell down. His short bangs were about to fall in sight.


    A long arm came up on Jun-Kyung¡¯s shoulders. Unless the hardness felt at first glance, the soft palms pressed firmly in the middle of the back. Jun-Kyung naturally leaned his upper body forward. The luxurious scent of musk enveloped the whole body.


    He fell into the arms of the person he was reprimanding. It was a ridiculous situation.


    What¡¯s even more strange was that rather than hating it, it somehow put his mind at ease.


    ¡°Mr. Ho Jun-kyung.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Executive Director Min called him in a softer voice. Jun-Kyung felt embarrassed for no reason.


    Even if he¡¯s crazy, he thinks he¡¯s seriously crazy.


    I¡¯m not even a kindergartner. Who cries after being scolded by the teacher and in the teacher¡¯s arms. What is this?

 CH 35

    The warm touch did not stop on his back. Director Min gently patted him on the back, then came up on his shoulder and up his neck. As if that wasn¡¯t enough, Executive Director Min¡¯s hands wrapped around Junkyung¡¯s cheeks. Naturally, Jun-Kyung¡¯s head turned upward.


    The blurred vision was filled with only Executive Director Min. He was on the verge of crying. He closed his eyes slowly and swallowed the warm energy that was rising up. He relaxed his tight chin and let out a soft sigh between his lips.


    ¡°Junkyung, I apologize in advance.¡± A husky low sound was heard nearby.


    An early apology. Is he trying to do something that hasn¡¯t happened?


    Judging from the work performance Jun-kyung has shown so far, it doesn¡¯t seem reasonable. Jun-Kyung should just let the steam off Director Min.


    If VIP gets angry, he has to persevere and ask for one more chance. It is the proper attitude of a commoner living in a competitive capitalist society to actively express that he has committed a mortal sin.


    But the feeling of nervousness paralyzed his tongue. As he struggled to catch his breath, he closed his trembling lips, then opened his eyes hoping that the water wouldn¡¯t go beyond tears. He internally straightened out the sentences.


    ¡°I am¡­..¡±


    Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t even say the simple words ¡°Executive Director¡±. But this time, it wasn¡¯t because of Junkyung¡¯s patheticness.


    Something elastic touched his lips. A slightly rough surface quickly pressed down on Junkyung¡¯s lips. Moisture filled the part he touched, and the suffocating sensation soon turned into intense heat.


    A sense of remorse and sense of shame for not fully fulfilling the instructions evaporated at the same time. Now, that was just a very minor issue.


    His wet eyes dried up in an instant.  A large fire broke out in the face at the same time as the light ray hit the top of the head.


    ¡°Ho Jun-kyung, do you understand now?¡±


    What does he know? He¡¯s not the executive director right. What has he done? Is this sexual harassment?


    Should I report it? Will he accept that I report to the police?


    No wait, is Executive Director Min crazy? Why all of a sudden?


    ¡°I have no intention of doing it in moderation.¡±


    ¡°Ah, uh, oh¡­. yes?¡±


    Jun-Kyung let out a strange sound, half out of his mind. Director Min didn¡¯t even laugh. He looked at Jun-kyung with a very serious and frightening look.


    ¡°Whatever the reason we started, we are getting married. Spouse, husband, couple. I don¡¯t know which wives bow their head apologizing for taking out some of their husband¡¯s clothes?¡±


    He knows, but his mine is not working well.


    He¡¯s not an acting genius. How can he change the behavior pattern he has had throughout his life? Does he have to act even when the two of us are alone?


    This is labor exploitation. No matter how willingly Director Min gives him a black card, he has to guarantee work hours. But why the hell is he kissing all of a sudden? It was difficult for Jun-Kyung to keep up with the situation.


    ¡°That¡¯s¡­ I¡­¡±


    ¡°The look in your eyes says you still don¡¯t understand.¡±


    As if that wasn¡¯t enough, Executive Director Min, who was already close, came closer. At the same time, his large hand, which had wrapped around Jun-Kyung¡¯s cheek moved.


    His long, straight thumb pressed the soft flesh under his chin, and Junkyung¡¯s head turned even higher. Their lips overlapped again.


    Junkyung reflexively closed his mouth and held his breath. This time, it didn¡¯t end as short as before. Executive Director Min pulled Jun-kyung¡¯s waist tightly and grabbed his head tightly so that he could not pull out his head.


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s whole body was on fire, and he was short of breath. He finally burst his tight lips.  Executive Director Min did not miss the opportunity. His smooth tongue slid into Jun-Kyung¡¯s mouth with his musk scent. .


    It was one of the many acts that Jun-Kyung had never done in his life. As he had never done it before, he was not impressed by any movie or hearing someone¡¯s vivid story. He¡¯s heard different things like it¡¯s hot, it¡¯s sweet, sometimes it¡¯s bitter, it¡¯s good. The reality was very different from what he expected with dryness.


    It was more intense than before, and hotter than the frictional heat off skin. It was more dizzying than when he was fasting for weight control, and more short of breath than when he was sprinting for oxygen saturation.


    Cold.


    Background music is usually used during kissing scenes in movies and TV shows. He knew for the first time that the sound of kissing was similar to the sound of eating candy. It was far more naked and erotic than his faint imagination.


    Both inside and outside of the mouth, which were occupied by others, were immersed in unfamiliar sensations for a long time. He was so nervous that there was ringing in his ears. His chin was numb and his neck was stiff.


    The first kiss of his life was a super typhoon. Not only Jun-Kyung¡¯s rationality, but also the instinct of masculinity also plunged into an irresistible state. In the meantime, there is no way that the feeling of guilt that accompanies crying will remain.


    The kiss that seemed to last forever was over. Executive Director Min supported Jun-kyung, who staggered like a marathon runner who barely crossed the finish line. Jun-Kyung rested his forehead against the tight chest wrapped in the finest shirt, trying to somehow sweep away the rags of hair.


    ¡°Now do you understand?¡±


    He doesn¡¯t know what it is, but he said okay for now. It was because he thought I would faint if Director Min kissed him one more time.


    ¡°I will do my best in my marriage to Jun-kyung. It¡¯s a separate story from the child¡¯s agreement. I want to get along well as a husband and wife, so I hope Jun-kyung will consider me as a spouse even if it is difficult.¡±


    After a brief pause, Executive Director Min added with a light sigh.


    ¡°I don¡¯t want to be a boss or an employer for Jun-kyung.¡±


    Jun-Kyung seemed to have a vague idea of what his intentions were. A kiss is unnecessary if the premise is for a simple agreement or custody. In short, it¡¯s no joke. In other words, sincerity. Marriage is real. Not a rehearsal like a real one, but reality itself.


    A powerful earthquake with a magnitude of 8 occurred at the feet of Junkyung who was hit by a large fire and typhoon. His knees loosened and his jaw muscles relaxed at the same time. It was purely thanks to Executive Director Min that he did not collapse.


    ¡°Uh¡­ so¡­ are you and I married? Really? Married couple? Like cutting water with a knife?¡±


    ¡°I think you¡¯ve finally figured it out now.¡±


    While forcibly moving his brain, which was not working properly, Jun-Kyung focused his attention on the features of Executive Director Min with his eyes. Where might it be wrong? Did he take any medicine? Or is this another trap?


    Even with careful observation, there were no hints.


    After a moment of blanking out, Jun-Kyung asked a sincere question.


    ¡°Why are you doing this?¡±


    ¡°Is there any reason not to do this?¡±


    There were so many reasons that he was confused about what to start with. While he hesitated, Executive Director Min came in first.


    ¡°Don¡¯t talk about background differences, financial differences, abilities or appearance differences, or gender-related issues. It¡¯s a minor issue for me.¡±


    ¡°If you tell me to leave out all important things¡­¡±


    Jun-Kyung was a little curious about what he meant by appearances. Although Executive Director Min is very handsome, he is not the type that¡¯s likable. Jun-kyung is also confident in his appearance, but it¡¯s a bit¡­. it is.


    ¡°There seems to be a difference of interpretation on the proposal, but it is an agreement already signed. There will be no change or cancellation of the contract under any circumstances.¡±


    Are you the person who said you didn¡¯t want to be a boss? Why are you in the executive mode of a large company all of a sudden?


    When Jun-Kyung was in school, he neglected his studies and only played sports, and his career was basically a physical job. Of course, he can¡¯t keep up with his opponent with brain rotation.


    No, it is difficult to guarantee victory against Director Min even with martial arts thanks to the disadvantages of innate physical condition. Either way, Jun-Kyung stayed silent with his mouth open like an idiot.


    ¡°Is there anything you don¡¯t understand?¡±


    If I don¡¯t understand, what are you going to do? Want to kiss again?


    It is only scary to find out more at this point.


    He just has to say that he understands it well and just has to cover it up with a clumsy smile. He can¡¯t use the usual smile at work at all. The truth is terrifying when a person who met all of the danger signs comes out like this.


    If the executive director wasn¡¯t a man, would it be less awkward if Director Min was a female even if he¡¯s Alpha? At that moment, a very terrifying thought came to Jun-kyung¡¯s mind.


    ¡°Oh, by the way, if we become a real couple.¡±


    ¡°Not if. It is a matter of procedure and time before we make it a reality.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s mouth became parched and swallowed saliva for no reason.


    ¡°That..so¡­you want a relationship like a married couple?¡±


    ¡°When Junkyung is ready.¡±


    ¡°When I am ready.¡± Jun-Kyung repeated the words.


    There is a fire under his neck, but a blizzard blows at the top of the head. He feels dizzy and his head is about to break. Do it when you¡¯re ready. The impact of hugs and kisses had already faded with the new information.


    It¡¯s not like pretending, but real. He doesn¡¯t know what the preparation is. Jun-Kyung was at a loss for words. The vocal cords were burned by the roaring heat or frozen by the scorching cold.


    ***


    The company he joined with an innocent heart turned out to be a business under the guise of a human trafficker. The expectation that they will divorce soon after having a child after acting for a while was merely Jun-Kyung¡¯s illusion.


    ¡®No, why are you serious?¡¯


    What is the reason for wanting a real marriage rather than a simple fake marriage? At this point, Jun-Kyung was genuinely curious about what Executive Director Min was up to. He doesn¡¯t just want the child of his dead brother. Anyway¡­.


    ¡®I am doomed.¡¯


    He really messed up. Don¡¯t know how but he¡¯s already fallen into a trap. If he say he can¡¯t do it here, Jun-Kyung has no idea what Executive Director Min will say or do.

 CH 36

    An anecdote about how the VIPs harassed people who offended them in a movie crossed Jun-Kyung¡¯s mind.


    Civil lawsuits that continue until death are normal. They mobilize all kinds of connections to interfere with employment. No matter where you start a business, it is not uncommon for businesses to go bankrupt.


    If someone get caught wrongly by a VIP whose pride is more important than money, that person will end their life by suicide. How much less is the level of small business owners compared to large building owners? What if such a person is picked by the Executive Director of one of the top five conglomerates? Jun-Kyung can¡¯t pick bones with them.


    If he was told to go to sleep, he can only go to sleep. The option of not preparing for bed will only hurt Director Min¡¯s feelings.


    ¡°It¡¯s late, so let¡¯s rest.¡± Executive Director Min took Jun-Kyung to the bedroom on the second floor.


    Jun-Kyung stood in front of a big bed while panicking about the situation of being escorted by a VIP.


    ¡°Don¡¯t sleep on the sofa, sleep here. This is the bed we will use together in the future.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Jun-Kyung has already experienced bed sharing twice. Instead of getting used to it, he was terrified. Didn¡¯t Jun-Kyung just hear what they are going to do here? Jun-Kyung falter back.


    ¡°How about dinner, Director Min?¡±


    ¡°Hyun-Seung.¡±


    Executive Director Min, who had finished untying his tie, corrected it with a firm tone.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ ah¡­ haha, Hyun-seung, did you have dinner? I saved a packed lunch.¡±


    ¡°I had a simple meal at work.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡±


    Jun-Kyung wanted to get out of the bedroom somehow, but Executive Director Min was at the door. In addition, he was taking off his clothes casually. The vest and tie were thrown at the feet of the bed. That¡¯s it.


    ¡°Clothes, I¡¯ll hang them up.¡±


    Jun-Kyung quickly grabbed the vest and tie and ran to the dressing room. He carefully hung them on a hanger so as not to ruin expensive clothes, made sure there were no stains on the tie, and rolled it up and put it in the tie drawer.


    As he straightened his bent back, he leaned on the chest of drawers and closed his eyes.


    ¡°Ha, I¡¯m going crazy.¡±


    ¡°What?¡± A heavy voice was heard from behind.


    He was so surprised that he jumped. Balance is something he loses every time, and Jun-Kyung is caught in the arms of Executive Director Min like laundry. If he¡¯s going to fall apart because he got surprised, why did he do judo for 10 years?


    ¡°Are you okay?¡± Director Min asked with a puzzled expression.


    ¡°Oh, yes.¡±


    ¡°Junkyung, you have a talent for surprising people in many ways.¡±


    ¡°haha.¡±


    He can¡¯t object. This is rare. It¡¯s because he doesn¡¯t get along with Executive Director Min so much. It¡¯s not his fault, but it¡¯s not Director Min¡¯s fault either. It¡¯s not like he can comfortably argue saying, ¡®It¡¯s because of you.¡¯ In any case, only Jun-kyung was work-up.


    Executive Director Min breathed a low sigh. He took off his shirt and trousers and placed them on the chest of drawers in the middle of the dressing room. When Jun-Kyung held out his hand, Executive Director Min stopped him.


    ¡°Leave it. I¡¯ll clean it up later.¡±


    ¡°Ok.¡±


    Jun-kyung tried to leave the dressing room.


    Instead of making room for Jun-Kyung at the entrance, Executive Director Hyun-Seung Min suddenly took off his socks and underwear.


    Ugh!


    Jun-Kyung let out an inner scream and threw his gaze to the ceiling. The reason he didn¡¯t bow down was because he didn¡¯t want to see the state of nature by mistake.


    Please hurry up.Why are you doing this all of a sudden?


    By the invisible power of Executive Director Min, Jun-Kyung gradually retreated back. He reached the hangar but had nowhere to retreat.


    ¡°Before the ceremony ¡­ something like this¡­¡±


    These days, even high school students would laugh at him for being tacky and old-fashioned. Jun-Kyung¡¯s ears were on fire, and he was about to explode.


    Unconsciously, he groped and caught something thin and hard. It was a tool for removing hung clothes. A hard iron bar has a heavy wooden hook at the end.


    It was perfect for a weapon.


    Just as Jun-Kyung was fixing it like a baseball bat, Executive Director Min headed towards the entrance of the dress room.


    ¡°I can guess what you are thinking. I am not doing it with a pregnant person, so put it down.¡±


    ¡°If you say something like that naked, how can I believe it?¡±


    ¡°Then do you wear clothes in the shower?¡±


    A look of ridicule was reflected in the eyes of the opponent who looked back slightly. Director Min also snorted a little. Soon after he left the dressing room, there was the sound of running water.


    ¡®Is that a trap?¡¯


    Instead of letting go of the rod, Jun-Kyung squeezed it tightly and carefully left the dressing room. Like a spy movie, he leaned against the wall, hid himself and looked at the outside world.


    The bedroom has only a huge bed, a small table, and a wooden decoration stand for a TV. There was not enough space for a huge man who¡¯s nearly 2m tall.


    Jun-Kyung slightly opened the bathroom door that leads directly from the entrance to the dressing room.


    The hot moisture hit him. The door was facing the sink, and the shower and bathtub was again facing the sink from the other side. They were in line with the door.


    If the bathroom was small, he could immediately see it, but it was not a structure that could be seen directly from the door because it was large and there was a sink wall that was placed in the middle. Jun-Kyung put his head further and tilted his upper body slightly inward.


    ¡°Do you have anything to say?¡± All of a sudden, Executive Director Min spoke up.


    ¡°Ugh!¡±


    Jun-Kyung thought Director Min wouldn¡¯t be able to notice because Jun-Kyung held his breath. Did he feel the cold wind? It¡¯s not even the entrance to the public bath. It¡¯s not easy to feel the cold wind in the shower room at home.


    How did he know? Since Jun-Kyung can¡¯t see him from here, of course he can¡¯t see here either from the other side.


    ¡°Mirror.¡±


    Executive Director Min, who caught his heart like a ghost, gave the answer. At that moment, Junkyung found the mirror installed above the sink. Director Min, who was wet with water, was looking straight at Jun-kyung through the mirror.


    ¡®You pathetic idiot! How can you not notice a mirror that big.¡¯


    ¡°If it¡¯s not urgent, we can talk after shower.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Jun-Kyung quietly retreated. The stick he was holding was placed in the dressing room on the way. A new problem arose. He has to come up with an excuse for entering the bathroom.


    Before the idea came to mind, Executive Director Min came out of the bathroom first. Fortunately, this time, there was a towel wrapped around his waist. Director Min¡¯s sharp eyes, which were rubbing his eyes with a small towel, caught Jun-Kyung¡¯s gaze, and then headed towards the dressing room. Although it was only for a moment, he felt cold.


    Director Min came out in pajamas, approached the bed rubbing his dry hair with a towel.


    ¡°Put clothes and towels that need washing in the bathroom clothes basket. The housekeeper will come and take care of it on Monday and Thursday.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°The hospital is going to recommend nutritionists and nurses, but they said it would take some time. The driver and bodyguard will come here tomorrow.¡±


    ¡°No, you don¡¯t have to. I was a little clumsy, but I won¡¯t be in the future. You don¡¯t have to bother with it.¡±


    Jun-Kyung is still flustered being here and now there¡¯s going to be a nurse, nutritionists, and guards. It¡¯s like having a watchman around.


    ¡°There must be a better reason.¡±


    As expected, it¡¯s not easy.


    ¡°Since I have exercise experience, I tend to control my diet well. Even if a nutritionist does not come, the hospital can make a meal plan and implement it as it is. It¡¯s not because of old age or disability, so there¡¯s no need for a nurse to come. If you make an appointment at a designated hospital, I will visit them regularly for check-ups.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t really believe it.¡±


    Director Min¡¯s wet hair or pajamas with shorter arms and legs length, did not dilute his menacing charisma in the slightest. On the contrary, it was even more terrifying by adding bizarreness. He looks like a killer with short hair, famous for his unusual appearance.


    Jun-Kyung rolled his brain as much as he could, feeling like he was really dealing with a killer. Shall he appeal for another chance? No. It would backfire because he said he hated being the boss at work¡­.. ah! There is a way.


    ¡°Didn¡¯t you say you want an equal marital relationship?¡±


    Director Min¡¯s eyes looking at Jun-Kyung became sharp.


    ¡°I am not a well-known person, nor am I doing anything important. Originally, I specialized in bodyguards and attendants. I am confident that I can take care of myself.¡±


    ¡°Is that so? Not as far as I know.¡±


    It seemed like there would be a voice saying that he nearly drowned in the swimming pool, so Jun-Kyung quickly spoke before Executive Director Min stopped him.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been messing around with a lot of things, but I don¡¯t usually do it. In fact, for an ordinary person like me, it would be a bit frustrating rather than comfortable if bodyguards or other employees follow me one after another. Honestly¡­¡±


    Jun-Kyung carefully chose his words. ¡°Oh, I don¡¯t know. It¡¯s like surveillance¡±.


    The opponent had the same expressionless face throughout.


    ¡°It¡¯s too much to keep an eye on each other between husbands and wives. Just being with Hyun-Seung makes me nervous, but honestly, I¡¯m worried about what I¡¯ll do if someone I don¡¯t know follows me when I make mistakes I don¡¯t usually make. There is a lot of stress while preparing for the wedding¡­ and the hospital emphasized psychological stability.¡±


    Jun-Kyung continues to add, ¡°If you attach surveillance, more accidents will happen in the future, and if you attach people like that, something may happen under stress¡±.


    In response to a subtle protest, Executive Director Min eventually withdrew.


    ¡°All right. Let the bodyguards quit. A nutritionist changes to regular counseling. But after consulting with the nurse at the hospital, we will discuss again.¡±


    Jun-Kyung, who was heading to hell, felt as if he were flying into the sky in an instant. Suddenly, the corners of his lips rose upwards. While he was relieved, he couldn¡¯t hide his joy and said to Executive Director Min.


    ¡°Thank you!¡± he said loudly. Jun-Kyung tried to bow his head but barely stopped halfway.


    Unlike Jun-kyung, who was smirking, Executive Director Min frowned slightly.


    ¡°If you are so grateful, how about repaying it?¡±

 CH 37

    ¡°Reward?¡±


    Is it a new kind of thirst? Executive Director Min held out his hand toward Jun-kyung, who remained vigilant.


    ¡®It means to hold it, right?¡¯


    Holding hands when he just got out of taking a shower doesn¡¯t bode well. However, if he didn¡¯t hold it, he would say something about not being able to hold hands between a couple.


    Jun-kyung stretched out his hand as slowly as possible. Executive Director Min interlaced his long fingers through Junkyung¡¯s fingers. It was on a different level than a handshake. It had a strong erotic feel rather than innocence. Jun-Kyung¡¯s face flushed up again.


    ¡°Can you do it?¡±


    Can¡¯t he just do it instead of asking all these questions? Is there a law that says the male protagonist in a drama has to pause like an apostrophe before doing the deed? Before Jun-Kyung ask ¡®what?¡¯ with a slight irritation, the other party¡¯s counter flew in.


    ¡°Kiss.¡±


    Unlike his insensitive expression and voice, his gaze at Jun-kyung was fierce. Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart was pounding. On the one hand, he also wondered if he was sane. Let¡¯s call it shock therapy.


    But now, why does Director Min want to kiss me? Just to annoy him?


    No, doesn¡¯t the Executive Director Min have any tastes? Are any Omegas good?


    Contrary to the prevailing prejudice that alpha omega pairs are in heat like a beast, there is also a personal preference among alpha and omega. Because he¡¯s a person with a head.


    Like a common misconception, they don¡¯t turn their eyes upside down and rush into pheromones. In the first place, there is no way humans can detect pheromones. Being an Alpha and Omega doesn¡¯t give you a dog¡¯s nose.


    Gulp.


    As an omega, Jun-Kyung was well aware of scientific facts, but after all, he¡¯s a person who lives in society¡­sensitive to visual information.


    The large man who is now looking at Jun-kyung is showing off the so-called alpha quality without a doubt. There was even the illusion of a red haze rising along the edge of the dark-colored iris. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t dare say that he couldn¡¯t.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to do it, Junkyung-ah?¡± Even the honorifics was dropped with a name suggesting closeness.


    The start was definitely shamble. Heir to a conglomerate who threatens a person who has a dead brother¡¯s child and demands marriage by force. It¡¯s a great story, so why does he keep asking for romance? Thanks to that, Jun-Kyung now has a lot of new experiences.


    After taking a deep breath, Jun-kyung boldly leaned in.


    Before he knew it, a large hand wrapped around his back and reached the nape of his neck. Their breaths mingled as the lips pressed against each other.


    Jun-Kyung started it, but Director Min took the initiative. Executive Director Min was a temperamental character who had to do everything thoroughly. Everything is done flawlessly, even if it¡¯s a kiss.


    ***


    Recently, Jun-Kyung fell asleep to the level of fainting the moment he laid his head down. He wouldn¡¯t know no matter who picks him up.


    The issue of sharing a bed with Executive Director Min, who emphasizes the couple¡¯s relationship, was easily resolved without any time to think. Jun-Kyung was a little concerned that there might be something wrong, but from what he heard at the hospital, everything was perfectly normal.


    ¡°You are making another person inside. You must be tired. Of course, sleep would increase.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°The child is healthy. Come back in 15 days.¡±


    The doctor, who had a dry mouth, prescribed hormones and nutritional supplements. As a result of the blood test, the doctor said that medicine would be tried first and then prescribe an injection if it was not enough. When Executive Director Min, who accompanied him, asked about Jun-Kyung¡¯s diet, the attending physician replied sarcastically.


    ¡°Eat whatever you want. Don¡¯t feed him too much. Psychological stability is more important than eating, so please don¡¯t annoy people by saying nurse or nutritionist. At home, let him do what he wants.¡±


    The moment the doctor said that, Jun-kyung almost hugged the doctor without realizing it. How can they understand people¡¯s minds so well? That¡¯s why despite the doctor¡¯s very bad words and deeds, she was considered the best in the university hospital.


    Even the doctor raised his hand to Jun-kyung¡¯s will, so Executive Director Min did not complain. In addition, the case of nurses and nutritionists was canceled.


    Instead, Director Min decided to check the hospital appointment, examination schedule, and medication schedule from time to time. In a timely manner, Jun-kyung can report what he has done by phone or message. That¡¯s good enough.


    Jun-Kyung received a fetal ultrasound picture at the hospital. It¡¯s only 4 months old, but the baby looks quite human. Although it still looks more like an alien with a bigger head.


    All the way back from the hospital, Jun-Kyung looked at the ultrasound picture. The Executive Director glanced at Jun-Kyung while driving.


    ¡°Is it that amazing?¡±


    ¡°¡­I can¡¯t believe it¡¯s inside of me.¡± It wasn¡¯t a huge shock.  Just more surprising and a bit ridiculous.


    ¡°Son or daughter. Which one do you like?¡±


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t think much of it. Gender will be clearly revealed at the next checkup.


    ¡°What about Hyun-Seung?¡±


    ¡°Both are good.¡±


    A formal answer came back. Executive Director Min was a bit like a machine. All words and answers felt as if they were made up of 0¡¯s and 1¡¯s. There is very little fade-out or blurring. But the answer he just gave now was very subtly blurry.


    The chaebol families, where the patriarchal tradition is still alive, were highly likely to have a preference for males. Director Min was obsessed with bloodlines that he did not hesitate to threaten Jun-Kyung.


    Somehow, Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart went toward the daughter rather than the son. What if a son is born? There is a high probability that life will be more difficult than he can handle. Jun-Kyung checked just in case.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it good if it¡¯s a son?¡±


    ¡°No. If I have to choose, I prefer a daughter.¡±


    The reaction was surprising, so Jun-kyung glanced at Executive Director Min. Don¡¯t tell me he¡¯s making a job he¡¯s never done before this time?


    No sign of laughter was found in the profile, which looked more dangerous than a coastal cliff somewhere in Northern Europe.


    It feels something like a common daughter fool. Has he ever thought about how two men would raise a girl?


    ¡®Do you dream of a marriage that doesn¡¯t suit you? Like from the time when he asked for an actual marriage.¡¯


    The more Jun-Kyung looked, the more difficult it was to understand. How great would it be if he can ask , ¡®Do you like it because it¡¯s complicated?¡¯


    Jun-Kyung was gonna go home, rest for a while, and return to visit Hyun-Seung¡¯s house in the afternoon. He didn¡¯t know if he would be able to properly eat, so he filled his stomach with a sandwich he bought on the way home.


    Executive Director Min, who came to the hospital after going to work, had nothing to prepare for, but Jun-Kyung, who had undergone various tests at the hospital and applied gel to his stomach, washed and changed clothes lightly.


    Before leaving, Jun-Kyung carefully examined himself in the full-length mirror to see if there was anything out of place. He was as neat as he was for a job interview. The bangs were trimmed down slightly as Allan¡¯s advice was given. He picked out one of the new shoes from the dressing room and went downstairs.


    Executive Director Min was standing in front of the living room window and talking on the phone. No matter where he was, he was always contacted for urgent matters, so it wasn¡¯t unusual.


    It wasn¡¯t the call itself that caught Junkyung¡¯s attention. It was a comfortable tone that he had never heard of from Executive Director Min before.


    ¡°I am going to my parents¡¯ house now.¡± It is a light conversation anyone can have with close friends or family, but it was unfamiliar to Executive Director Min.


    Jun-Kyung wondered who he was talking to.


    Executive Director Min, who felt his presence, looked back. Jun-kyung, who stood at a suitable distance, smiled out of politeness.


    ¡°I¡¯ll call you back later tonight.¡± After finishing the call right away, Executive Director Min put his cell phone in the inside pocket of his jacket and glanced at Junkyung.


    ¡°It suits you.¡±


    It was a handmade luxury gift from Executive Director Min. It wasn¡¯t a product that can be produced in a day or two, but it arrived this morning. They fit perfectly as if they had measured them with a ruler on Jun-Kyung even though they didn¡¯t.


    Executive Director Min had a very good eye. Or maybe he got a whole body mold while Jun-Kyung was restlessly sleeping. Considering the recent sleep patterns, it was a funny story, but it was possible.


    From what Jun-Kyung has learned so far, Executive Director Min enjoys driving himself unless he has to go to work or has a company-related schedule. Although Director Min was in close contact with his secretary, it was surprising that he did not have a separate assistant or driver in charge of security and driving.


    Seeing that he rarely has a secretary in the house, he was the heir of a conglomerate who was very reluctant to reveal his private life.


    In the quiet car, Jun-kyung sometimes fell into thought. Director Min had so many sides that it was impossible for him to live face to face with in the future, so Jun-Kyung had no choice but to guess and judge by himself. It¡¯s not as good as asking openly.


    Even though Hyun-Seung Min was right next to him, it was difficult to even say that the weather was good today. The day Jun-Kyung could ask complicated questions in his head was still far away. Or it may never come.


    Executive Director Min was not the type to make unnecessary comments. The chattering navigation was also a meaningless decoration with a black screen when Executive Director Min took the wheel.


    ¡°Are you sure I don¡¯t need to bring anything with me?¡±


    Previously, when Director Min went to his parents¡¯ house, he prepared a huge number of gifts as if it was the Lunar New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival. Jun-Kyung, on the contrary, was literally empty-handed. He doesn¡¯t even do the slightest preparation.


    ¡°The present has already been prepared.¡±


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t see anything in the back seat.


    ¡°Is it in the trunk?¡±


    ¡°What do you mean? I¡¯m talking about ultrasound pictures.¡±


    Unconsciously, he looked at Executive Director Min. How on earth does he come up with such ideas and lines with the impression of a psychopath drawn from a picture?


    Even if the face is thick, it is too thick-skinned. One of the group affiliates invests in a steel mill. It could be that they secretly developed a special alloy and put it on the face of Executive Director Min.


    ¡°Why, you think this is a joke?¡±

 CH 38

    ¡°No, well.¡±


    Director Min is not a friend, so he¡¯s not one to joke. He plans to kiss and hold hands and raise a child together.


    It¡¯s the atmosphere of the family, so he knows better¡­ No, Executive Director Min is an exception. Jun-Kyung¡¯s forgotten memories flashed back. Director Min was not welcomed in his family and was severely slapped in the face by his father, Chairman Min Chang-Heon.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to greet them, so I think it¡¯s better to prepare something.¡±


    ¡°The president doesn¡¯t like to take anything with him.¡± The director¡¯s hand tightened on the wheel.


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s eyes went straight to the tendons and blood vessels protruding out of nowhere.


    ¡°He said to not even give him a birthday present. I¡¯m okay with it, but now there¡¯s Junkyung.¡±


    Executive Vice President Min was concerned that abusive language or hand gestures would come at Jun-kyung. Jun-Kyung was appalled. That was quite possible.


    ¡°Then why don¡¯t I prepare just a present for the mother-in-law? She always took care of me.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s¡­.that¡¯s good.¡±


    Executive Director Min eventually agreed. Madam took great care of her stepson without a drop of blood. Madam also provided the opportunity for them to get to know each other.


    It was more difficult than Jun-Kyung thought to choose a present for the wife of the great chaebol. Clothing and accessories were not only tasteful but also expensive.


    He can buy whatever he wants with Director Min¡¯s financial resources, but there is something else that immediately comes to mind when he thinks of madam rather than expensive items.


    Madam is deeply religious. She regularly visited the hermitage to offer Buddhist offerings and to mingle with monks and other Buddhists.


    She often drinks various teas made by the monk himself at the hermitage, and she often ate dasik with pine nuts or dried persimmons as a side dish. With that thought in mind, Jun-Kyung bought a set of pine nuts and dried persimmons at the food store.


    ¡°Would she like that?¡±


    Executive Director Min was skeptical. However, he agreed that Jun-kyung knew his mother better than the son himself.


    Quite a bit of time has passed since Jun-Kyung stopped by the department store. He hurriedly headed home.


    They arrived 15 minutes later than the promised time. When Jun-Kyung pressed the doorbell, he heard a familiar voice. It was the kitchen aunt. The kitchen aunt who opened the door remotely came to meet him right in front of the front door.


    ¡°Are you two here? Your mother is waiting for you.¡±


    In the past, the kitchen aunt greeted Jun-Kyung warmly saying, ¡°Assistant Ho, are you here?¡±. Now, she politely put her hands together and bowed her head. Jun-Kyung almost said, ¡®Why are you doing this?¡¯


    Executive Director Min slightly nudged Jun-Kyung who was standing still. Jun-Kyung went inside first to greet kitchen auntie separately. While he had just taken off his shoes and put on the slippers, madam came out.


    ¡°Director Min, are you here?¡±


    The madam Jun-Kyung saw after four months had lost half her face. Her elegant outfit was like a shroud, and her eyes were cold. After a brief eye contact with Executive Director Min, madam approached Jun-kyung with her arms wide open. Her dry hands touched his arms.


    ¡°Junkyung-ah, it¡¯s been a while.¡±


    ¡°Hello, madam.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve been waiting to see you since Executive Director Min said that he would come with you. Why are you so late?¡±


    Even though Jun-Kyung was only 15 minutes late, madam was bitter like someone who had waited an hour.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry. By the way, please take this.¡±


    ¡°Oh. Did Junkyung bring it for me? What is this?¡±


    ¡°Pine nuts and dried persimmons.¡±


    ¡°I was going to order it separately since the pine nut fell out. There is only Jun-Kyung who remembers.¡±


    ¡°Actually, the payment was made by Director Hyun-Seung Min.¡±


    Executive Director Min did not make any changes this time. They will be dropping the bomb in a while, so there is no need to care for every little details right now.


    ¡°Executive Min? Thank you so much.¡± A bright smile appeared on her pale face. The kitchen aunt reached out her hand to carry the present for her. Madam shook her head and said she would pick it up herself.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go to the living room. Auntie, go and boil water first, and prepare tea.¡±


    ¡°Yes, I think madam is smiling after a long time.¡± The kitchen aunt said before she took a step to the kitchen.


    ¡°Is it? I¡¯ve been feeling down, but seeing our executives Min and Junkyung give me strength.¡±


    It was a sincerity that didn¡¯t feel pretentious at all. Jun-Kyung felt apologetic for not being able to visit and the guilt of telling a big lie in the future.


    ¡°Come quickly.¡± While holding her gift bag, Hyun-Seung¡¯s mother grabbed Jun-kyung¡¯s arm and dragged him.


    There were so many guests that there was a relatively open public space and a private space that prioritized privacy in the house.


    Outside guests are usually greeted in the outer living room in the middle of the first floor. The living room inside is for the company¡¯s closest confidants and friends or mainly for the family. Most of the time Jun-Kyung was outside, but sometimes he went inside.


    The corridor was too long for a house under the name of a single individual. It was large enough to be mistaken for an art gallery or exhibition hall to those who did not know.


    At both ends of the corridor, finished in bright marble, there were large windows for light. Despite the indirect lighting everywhere along the edge of the ceiling, it was somehow dark. Invisible shadows were scattered here and there. The sunlight alone was too much to drive out those that reproduced by feeding on the dark energy.


    ¡°Chairman, Executive Director Min and Secretary Ho are here.¡±


    A soft voice knocked on the door close to the living room inside. Even though there was no answer, madam pointed to the sofa with a bright expression.


    ¡°Sit down and wait. The president is working right now. He will be here soon.¡±


    At the same time, madam went to the kitchen saying that she would bring pine nuts and dried persimmons with tea. With only the two of them, even the faint vitality that remained in the living room was eaten by the shadows. The dim energy that filled without leaving any gaps colored the world in black and white.


    Black and white are records of the past. A space that has retreated into the past also causes the person in it to also regress to the past.


    In the last memory of this space, he appears. The memory is vivid to Jun-Kyung. Enduring the pain of poking and digging, Jun-Kyung¡¯s forehead became moist as he squeezed and opened his hand.


    It was right there on the sofa. This was the spot where the lazy guy who had gone fishing at night was lying half down and grunting. The light wrinkles left on the light-colored leather sofa are probably made by him¡­..


    There was pressure on his wrists. The spirit that had been captured on the sofa suddenly flashed back. Jun-Kyung blinked a couple of times, and the heavy color of the living room returned. Executive Director Min gently rubbed the inside of his wrist, which he had gripped tightly with his thumb.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    ¡°Yes¡­¡±


    ¡°You have a bad complexion. You also seem to be sweating cold. I can talk on my own If you¡¯re not feeling well. Why don¡¯t you go back, Jun-kyung?¡±


    Just as Jun-Kyung was about to tell him not to worry, an angry voice flew in.


    ¡°Do you make people wait for you to come and go back without saying anything? Where did you learn that habit?¡±


    At some point, Chairman Min Chang-Heon appeared. Jun-kyung first shook off his wrist and lowered his head deeply. Executive Director Min only nodded to the point of not being rude.


    ¡°Why are you late?¡±


    As soon as the president sat down at the top table for one person, he asked rudely.


    ¡°I stopped by somewhere on the way.¡±


    ¡°Did you stop by another place on the way? Director Min must be proud of you. How good you are that you made the president wait?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s particularly good.¡± Director Min stepped in.


    ¡°Then you¡¯re saying I¡¯m a bad guy as the president?¡±


    All Jun-Kyung needs to do is apologize, but the president¡¯s attitude was too twisted for his own son. Jun-Kyung knew that they were opposites to each other, but he couldn¡¯t help just watch the fire blazing from the start.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Chairman. I asked to buy a present, so I stopped by a department store on the way. That¡¯s why I was late. It¡¯s not the director¡¯s fault.¡±


    ¡°Who said you can open your mouth?¡±


    The chairman turned to Jun-kyung, screaming. Junkyung lowered his head once again at the eyes full of cold disgust.


    ¡°It¡¯s not Jun-kyung¡¯s fault, so don¡¯t go forward.¡±


    Executive Director Min pulled Jun-Kyung back. Jun-Kyung was already behind him, but that wasn¡¯t enough, so Jun-Kyung now hid it behind his back. It¡¯s good to have a strong shield, but that made the president¡¯s mood even more twisted.


    ¡°What kinda play are you putting on?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry for ruining your mood. I had something to tell you, but I don¡¯t think we are in the mood for a proper conversation today, so I¡¯ll just go back. I will see you again at a time convenient for you next time.¡±


    ¡°This guy? What do you mean when you spend a lot of precious time saying you have something important to say? My house is not a public bathhouse where you can come and go as you please.¡±


    A thunderbolt of cheap expressions came out from the mouth of the president of a conglomerate. The chairman stood up from his seat.


    ¡°Oh, why are you still standing?¡± His wife showed up with a tea tray.


    At that time, Jun-kyung saw a halo behind the president¡¯s wife. How warm and compassionate she was. Jun-Kyung thought she was the Bodhisattva.


    ¡°Junkyung-ah, sit down instead of standing, huh? Executive Director Min, too.¡±


    Before following madam¡¯s advice to take his place, Jun-Kyung looked into the president¡¯s eyes. The president just coughed without mentioning anything. Jun-Kyung took it as a sign that he was free to sit and carefully draped his ass over the edge of the sofa.


    A traditional teacup in the shape of a round jar with a lid was present as madam smiles.


    ¡°It¡¯s jujube tea. Please have some. I also floated your favorite pine nuts.¡±


    ¡°Great.¡±


    ¡°Are you guys all right with the cool cinnamon punch?¡±


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    While the president was drinking hot jujube tea first, his wife held up the teacup with both hands.


    ¡°The pine cuts are savory, aren¡¯t they? I just stir-fried it.¡±


    ¡°Um, it¡¯s delicious.¡± Jun-Kyung answered.


    ¡°How did Executive Director Min know that the pine nuts had fallen and bought it?¡±


    The complexion of the chairman who ate the pine nuts was distorted at once.

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    The president can¡¯t spit it out, so he forcefully swallowed like a person who chewed shit. After that, he placed the tea straight to the table.


    Even though the president gave out all kinds of dislike, his wife didn¡¯t blink an eyebrow.


    ¡°You said you have a sore throat, so have more.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m done.¡±


    Madam just smiled softly at the awkward answer. The reason for madam¡¯s unhappiness may be due to the family¡¯s bad luck, but there must also be an influence of the chairman.


    Between the president who gets angry for no reason, and the executive director Min who endures like the Arctic glacier against such a father, madam did not lose her coolness. She asked how Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents were doing and how they¡¯ve been doing. Compared to his mother, Jun-Kyung got along very well.


    ¡°How have you been?¡± Jun-Kyung asked.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been visiting the hermitage back and forth. I went to see the kids from time to time.¡±


    Most of the daughters live in the United States, study abroad or get married and live there.


    ¡°It¡¯s really nice to go to America these days.¡±


    ¡°I haven¡¯t been to America yet.¡± As madam put down the teacup, she smiled sadly.


    In an instant, Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart pounded.


    Come to think of it, madam tended to refer to the other daughter of the wives by their names formally. The only children who she can call her children were the two sons who end up in a pile of accidents. Going to see the kids was like going to hell.


    The air in the living room fell heavily. Jun-Kyung was short of breath. If you ask someone how they¡¯ve been when it¡¯s only been four months since her son¡¯s death, it is hard to answer that they are doing all right. Jun-Kyung feel stupid for sending unnecessary regards.


    ¡°But didn¡¯t you say you have something to say?¡±


    Madam kindly provided a way out for Jun-Kyung. He wasn¡¯t the only one who welcomed the change of topic. The two members of the Min family, who were exuding hot and cold, also relaxed slightly.


    ¡°I want to get married, ¡°Director Min replied.


    ¡°What?¡±


    An exclamation close to astonishment came from the chairman. As he looked at his son, his eyes were full of disbelief.


    ¡°Marriage? So suddenly? To whom?¡±


    ¡°This is Ho Jun-Kyung here.¡±


    The eyes of the president and his wife were focused on Jun-kyung at the same time.


    It was an opportunity to have a good time, but why are you throwing it away?


    If it wasn¡¯t for the two startled people, Jun-kyung wanted to grab Director¡¯s Min right now.


    ¡°You two come together to get permission to marry?¡± The president asked and listened.


    ¡°Ah¡­ I mean¡­¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    While Jun-kyung, who did not dare raise his head, mumbled while holding and loosening both hands, Executive Director Min answered firmly. Was it necessary to be so determined?


    ¡°It¡¯s so sudden.¡± The wife also turned to look at her stepson and her former secretary, as if she was speechless. The president snorted and clicked his tongue. Then, he took another sip of the jujube tea he had put away due to thirst.


    ¡°Since when have you two been in this relationship?¡± Madam asked.


    ¡°It¡¯s been about half a year.¡±


    ¡°Half a year?¡±


    ¡°Yes, I start to have feelings by sharing the lunch box my mother made for me.¡± Executive Director Min spit out lies without batting an eyelid even though Jun-Kyung was looking sideways at him.


    ¡°You?¡±


    ¡°Yes. Jun-kyung gave me a lunch box.¡±


    The president¡¯s eyes were fixed on his wife. ¡°You should¡¯ve told me beforehand if that happened.¡±


    ¡°Since when did you care about the kids?¡± The only person who didn¡¯t care at all no matter what the president said was Taewon¡¯s wife, Jeong Gyo-jin, right in front of him.


    ¡°I¡¯ve sent a lot of packed lunches so far. It¡¯s the first time this has happened.¡±


    ¡°I think so too.¡±


    The chairman looks more brazen because of his distinctive expressionless face. He took out his cell phone and made a call. ¡°It¡¯s me. I need you to look into a man.¡±


    His wife frowned when her husband asked to openly investigate behind the scenes.


    ¡°What are you doing in front of them right now?¡±


    ¡°I need to find out about a marriage partner.¡±


    ¡°I was doing it. And also, what do you mean ¡®that man¡¯? So uneducated. Our daughter in law¡­daughter-in-law, right? No, is he a son-in-law because he is a man? Anyway, we will be close for the rest of our lives, so please call him kindly.¡±


    It¡¯s the first time Jun-Kyung has ever seen madam talk so loudly. Swallowing his dry saliva, he looked into the president¡¯s eyes. It looked like something was going to go wrong, but the president shut his mouth as if displeased and then flipped the phone onto the table.


    ¡°Who gave them permission?¡±


    ¡°Why do they need permission? If they like each other, that¡¯s enough.¡±


    ¡°Not in my house¡­.¡±


    In an instant, sparks flew out of madam¡¯s eyes.


    ¡°Let¡¯s stop talking about the family in which children who could not see the light died one after another.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°They are children from different families.¡±


    The two dead children have different mothers. Madam¡¯s meaning is that the bad luck is on the side of the father¡¯s family, Chairman Min Chang-heon. The president¡¯s complexion turned red.


    ¡°You¡¯re not even a woman.¡±


    ¡°What do man and woman matter in alpha and omega pairs?¡±


    ¡°Still, in the eyes of others¡­.¡±


    ¡°Fine, let¡¯s think about other people¡¯s views. When this tall man Omega comes in, the bad energy that dwells in the house will go away. Jun-kyung is a boy that even monks admit has good energy.¡±


    The president, who was amazed by the refutation full of the Buddhist spirit, glared at his wife to the fullest. The wife, who carried the Buddha¡¯s mercy on her back, treated him not as a chairman.


    How can mere sentient beings overcome a bodhisattva who is prepared for great mercy? The president could not open his mouth until the very end.


    After a short break from work, the family¡¯s power structure changed drastically. It is a big change,so Jun-Kyung will need some time to adjust.


    ¡°That¡¯s all from Executive Director Min. How does Jun-Kyung feel about meeting Executive Director Min?¡± Madam gets to the point with a soft tone.


    ¡°After spending time with each other, naturally¡­.¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t ask the Executive Director Min.¡±


    Director Min, who had started as a relief pitcher, was sent off with a single blow. Jun-Kyung swallowed dry saliva and placed his sweaty palms on his knees. He wanted to cover it up with a smile, but madam stared at Jun-kyung as if she wanted to hear anything.


    ¡°He¡¯s cool and¡­ well¡­he has good skills¡­ nice and¡­¡±


    Jun-Kyung was so speechless that he didn¡¯t even realize he was saying the same thing over and over again. The mother-in-law asked with a smirk.


    ¡°What¡¯s so cool about the Executive Director Min?¡±


    Without realizing it, Jun-Kyung glanced at Director Min. Their eyes met. He quickly turned his gaze to the other side and noticed that even the president was waiting for his answer with a look of interest. Damn it.


    ¡°He has a big physique and is muscular. His core is strong, so he¡¯s easy to win. If he worked out in earnest, he would have won an Olympic gold medal. Even if he was in judo, he would have achieved great results.¡±


    Jun-Kyung was trying to make up a story I hadn¡¯t really thought about, so he gave compliments about exercise. It pokes his conscience less if he is sincere.


    ¡°That¡¯s true. When he was young, I even thought about making him work out.¡± Surprisingly, the president chimed in.


    ¡°Really?¡±


    ¡°Because he was the second son. For management¡­. but he wasn¡¯t interested in sports at all.¡±


    As soon as he thought of what he was thinking, the chairman suddenly looked at Executive Director Min.


    ¡°I added a swimming coach, but he didn¡¯t think to learn properly and drowned his brother in the water. Do you know how much Hyun-Jun suffered because of him? How hard it must have been for Hyun-Jun to get in the water and save him.¡±


    Suddenly, there was talk of the dead eldest. The warm atmosphere becomes a thin ice sheet again. Executive Director Min clenched his fists.


    Although there was no movement in his outward expression or attitude, Jun-Kyung could feel the strength in his back and waist sitting right next to him. The folds of his trousers wrapped around his thighs were also gently stretched out. The fact that the strength was put in means that he was angry.


    ¡°A kid who doesn¡¯t even want to go in the water goes fishing in the ocean and brings along his younger brother? If you¡¯re only going to say bad things like that, don¡¯t say anything, just listen.¡±


    Again, the wife blocked the president¡¯s mouth. At first, Jun-Kyung thought they were merely words. Seeing him continue to do this, it seems that the president has a lump. Just as the president resents Executive Vice President Min, does the wife also resent the president?


    ¡°So, Jun-kyung, tell me more. How did you get close? These days, I¡¯m in a bad mood, so I want to hear more from young people.¡±


    ¡°As the Executive Director said earlier, I happened to eat a packed lunch and the director was nice to me.¡±


    ¡°I contacted Jun-kyung saying that I had a crush on him and wanted to meet him personally.¡± Executive Director Min helped.


    ¡°Really? It¡¯s not that you can¡¯t refuse it because he¡¯s the executive director Min, right?


    ¡°No. Absolutely not.¡± Jun-Kyung vehemently denied. Although the situation may seem more suspicious, madam did not even think about it that far.


    ¡°I really don¡¯t know what a human relationship is. I¡¯ve had a lot of secretaries so far, and I¡¯ve sent a lot of packed lunches. Director Min who never ate, and Hyunwoo¡­¡±


    How does it feel to bring out the name of her son, who died only four months ago? As if there was pain, madam frowned. After taking a sip of the cooled jujube tea, she relaxed her expression.


    ¡°He also ate the packed lunch that Junkyung brought. That¡¯s why I was so grateful to Jun-kyung.¡±


    Jun-Kyung told a big lie out of fear, out of fear of people pointing their fingers at him. Can he really do this? Unlike Jun-kyung, who tells hypocritical lies with a smiling face, madam was very strong.


    ¡°Thank you now, too. Thank you for coming back to this house where people only leave.¡±

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    Suddenly, the corner of madam¡¯s eyes turned red. Dry, cold hands crossed the table. Jun-Kyung reflexively grabbed her hand. As if waiting, madam stroked Junkyung¡¯s hand with both her hands.


    ¡°I was strangely attracted to you for a long time ago. Executive Director Min brought in a good person¡±.


    ¡°Madam is so nice to me that I¡­.¡±


    ¡°Mother.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°Now, you should call me mother, not madam.¡±


    Being obsessed with titles was the same as Executive Director Min who did not have a drop of blood.


    ¡°Mother.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s good to hear. When you¡¯re more comfortable, call me Mom.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t say no. What a sneaky swindler. Jun-Kyung was just apologetic and only lowered his head.


    ¡°You make decisions without listening to my opinions.¡± Madam directed towards Director Min.


    ¡°Why? You don¡¯t like it?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s too sudden rather than hateful. It¡¯s out of proportion.¡±


    ¡°You used to say to not get married. If there is someone who comes into such an unlucky family like this, you said I need to be grateful. Where can I find a marriage like that?¡±


    Madam was really the best at softly swearing. The upper class with wealth and power rather cling to fortune and fate. Maybe it¡¯s because she meets so many people. She has a strong tendency to depend on religion for mental stability.


    In the case of Executive Director Min, although he was rejected every time because of his appearance and personality problems, there were constant marriage proposals. But now that Jun-Kyung listened to madam¡¯s story, it seemed that even the proposals had stopped. In a chaebol family that is of a similar level, you wouldn¡¯t want to give a precious daughter to a family in which the son screams and dies.


    ¡°Junkyung is not the type of person to go around and make trouble. He¡¯s a good, upright kid, at least where his parents don¡¯t see him.¡± Jun-Kyung heard praise that he¡¯s never heard of even from a mother who raised him from madam. He felt embarrassed and apologetic. In addition, the lies that have already been laid out stabbed at him. His neck was burning, and his stomach was uncomfortable at the same time. He drank the tea in a hurry and choked slightly.


    ¡°Cough. Cough.¡±


    ¡°Are you okay?¡± Executive Director Min quickly held out his handkerchief.


    The expression on madam¡¯s face as she pulled out a tissue close to her was strange. It was fun and fascinating, a common expression that¡¯s made when looking at something that shouldn¡¯t be seen.  Jun-Kyung¡¯s face felt hot


    ¡°You are clumsy.¡±


    Jun-Kyung was about to bow his head reflexively apologizing.


    ¡°Is it morning sickness?¡± Director Min barked.


    Jun-Kyung turned his head towards the president and became stiff.


    ¡°What? What did you just say? Is he pregnant right now?¡±


    Even the president, who had been consistent throughout with a rigid attitude, has turned into a middle-aged man who hears only the news of his grandchildren even if there are other sounds. His astonished eyes stared at Jun-kyung piercingly. Just as Executive Director Min shoots lasers, the chairman also seems to shoot lasers.


    It¡¯s something we will bring up eventually, so do we really need to notify in such a dramatic way? I said that you look like the main character of a drama¡­ but you¡¯re not really in a drama, are you?


    These days, every now and then, it is said that you can be possessed.


    Maybe it wasn¡¯t that Jun-Kyung drank and had an accident that day, but rather jumped through the solid glass of the residential, collided with the floor and instantly died and took possession of this ridiculous weekend drama. If he didn¡¯t die instantly, he¡¯d be lying in the intensive care unit in a brain-dead state. Otherwise, there is no way to explain this situation.


    ¡°Really? Junkyung, are you pregnant?¡± Madam chimed in.


    ¡°Well¡­.¡±


    Jun-Kyung lifted his bare face for a moment and then dropped it back. Executive Director Min rubbed his back as if worried. I don¡¯t want you to do this.  Jun-Kyung quietly reached back and grabbed Director¡¯s Min hand and pulled it down.


    ¡°It¡¯s been four months. I checked it at the hospital.¡±


    As if waiting, Executive Director Min pulled out a small envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket and held it out. It was an ultrasound picture.


    ¡°Oh my God!¡± Madam exclaimed.


    ¡°Let me see.¡± The president urgently tried to steal the ultrasound picture. However, his wife quickly turned around and defended. Madam looked closely at the blurred black and white picture and wiped the area where the fetus lays with her fingertips.


    ¡°Oh my gosh, you have hands and feet.¡±


    ¡°Let me see too.¡± The chairman, who couldn¡¯t stand it, crawled up and came to his wife¡¯s side. He pulls his neck out like a younger brother watching his older brother play games.


    He frowned, but it wasn¡¯t because of his hatred, it was because of his presbyopia. Madam, who scanned every part of the picture, belatedly handed it over to the president.


    ¡°Four months?¡± The chairman asked.


    ¡°Yes.¡± Director Min replied.


    ¡°Then the two of you on that date¡­.¡± (T/N: maybe referring to the date they had at the hotel)


    ¡°How did that happen? I was gonna tell you when the relationship gets serious, but it was delayed due to various reasons.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡± A middle-aged woman with a strangely mixed expression of laughter and crying nodded slowly. With her moist eyes, she stared into the air for a moment, then warmly looked at Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°As expected, you are a lucky charm.  There¡¯s a slant in this slaughtered house thanks to our Junkyung.¡±


    Jun-Kyung had nothing to say. The lie he¡¯s telling now is too big to say thank you for madam¡¯s favorable view. If madam is happy about the grandchildren without a drop of blood, imagine if she knows that the child who sits inside Jun-kyung is left by Hyun-woo¡­


    Or maybe it would be better to tell the truth even now. It¡¯s right to talk before it becomes irreversible. It is really the worst to hide the traces of a son who didn¡¯t leave a body from such a good and benevolent person. Even if he can¡¯t be an adult, let¡¯s not become trash.


    It¡¯s completely unpredictable what¡¯s going to happen after he reveals it and maybe Jun-kyung¡¯s life will take him to another strange world, but once he commits it, the guilt that grips his heart will be lessened.


    Let¡¯s not commit any more sins to the good wife. Let¡¯s not fool ourselves with fears. Let¡¯s live a decent life.


    ¡°Well, madam.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Jun-kyung.¡±


    The wife, unable to hide her emotion, ran her fingers across her eyes. As expected, it¡¯s right to talk. Jun-Kyung grabbed his trembling hand and squeezed it tightly. He tightened his jaw and bit his lips. It was time for him to take two low breaths and then raise his head. A large hand gripped his determined wrist.


    ¡°We are going to have a ceremony before my child is born. Because Jun-kyung is a man, he wants to avoid having a ceremony with his stomach out.¡±


    ¡°My child?¡±


    The unbelievable exclamation came out of Junkyung¡¯s mouth, not madam. Cold, dark eyes glanced down at Jun-Kyung and turned towards the president.


    ¡°Otherwise, we are considering delaying the ceremony altogether and registering the marriage first instead. What do you think about making an official announcement after the baby is born?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s not allowed. No matter how much the world has changed, you have to raise the ceremony before you start living together.¡±


    ¡°Yes. I thought you would say that, so I came to see you right away.¡±


    ¡°Hmm.¡± After much effort, the president clapped his neck with satisfaction.


    ¡°So good. Where can there be a greater filial piety than this? I¡¯m thankful that I¡¯m healthy, but I¡¯m glad to hear you have such good news. I am proud of you both.¡± With sincere compliments, the mother laughed out loud.


    Jun-Kyung still couldn¡¯t close his mouth, which he had opened to speak. Executive Director Min intervened at the perfect timing and blocked the opportunity to reveal the truth.


    Is it because he knows? Or is it just a coincidence?


    ¡°By the way, Jun-kyung, what did your parents say? You didn¡¯t come here without saying to them first, right?


    ¡°I stopped by two days ago to say hello.¡±


    ¡°Good job. In the first place, you have to ask permission from your in-laws to do this. Oh, is it different because you are a man? But also Omega. Male Omegas are rare, so I¡¯ll have to ask the monk first about how to do it right. Is there a particular place where your parents go?¡±


    ¡°As far as I know, there is no special place, but are there any, Junkyung-ah?¡±


    JunKkyung raised his head at the sudden use of a friendly name. Min¡¯s face did not show any changes.


    How can a person be so indifferent? Doesn¡¯t his conscience prick him if he claims that the dead brother¡¯s child is his? Is he really a psychopath as he said? Or is he a sociopath of a similar case>


    This is his last chance to redeem himself from becoming trash. Like Director Min declared earlier, it¡¯s necessary to declare a bombshell against Executive Director Min, and even the president and his wife. However, Jun-Kyung¡¯s mouth didn¡¯t open.


    Putting aside the personal conflict, Executive Director Min had hit the player, so changing the word here would be a direct challenge against him. Jun-Kyung feels scared just by making eye contact, can he fight him head-on and win?


    It seems that the confidence and challenging spirit built up through exercise melted away with the manifestation of Omega. Cowardly enough, that¡¯s was all Jun-Kyung could say.


    ¡°There is not.¡±


    ¡°Then can I ask this and that from the monk?¡±


    ¡°Maybe.¡±


    ¡°No, don¡¯t ask him, you should ask the in-laws separately.¡± The president intervened. The expression ¡°in-law¡¯s house¡± was so natural that it felt awkward.


    ¡°How about a meeting?¡±


    ¡°There hasn¡¯t been any talk about it yet.¡± Director Min replied.


    The president nodded his head and picked up the cell phone that he had thrown away.


    ¡°The date should be adjusted gradually. But it can¡¯t be too late. As you said, you have to hurry to the ceremony before it gets too heavy.¡±


    ¡°There must be a lot to prepare.¡±


    ¡°You have to work hard. Even though I have sent daughters several times, this is the first time for my son. Aww, to do it without mistakes, seriously, Junkyung, are you okay? Isn¡¯t this period called stabilization?¡±


    Jun-kyung hesitated at the sudden question, and the answer, like before, went to Executive Director Min.

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    ¡°Jun-Kyung is basically healthy, but the doctor says he has to be careful because his hormone levels are a bit low. He got a prescription for hormonal medications. He should also go for regular check-ups in the future. I will go with him personally, but If I can¡¯t, can I ask my mother?¡±


    ¡°Sure. I have a lot of time. No, even if I don¡¯t have time, I am available whenever for Jun-Kyung.¡±


    ¡°Which hospital do you go to? Are they good doctors?¡± Even the president asked a lot of questions. When Executive Director Min calmly explained, the chairman nodded his head as if he knew.


    Director Min was an undesirable son, but the chairman didn¡¯t seem to be angry. This may be the greatest kindness that the Chairman can show to Executive Vice President Min. The chairman was dissatisfied and to change like that for a child who hasn¡¯t been born yet, it was amazing.


    A strange thought suddenly came to Jun-Kyung¡¯s mind. Maybe he left his seat to Jun-Kyung. Maybe he left the child so that the relationship between the father and older brother would not strain any longer and his troubled mother could be even a little happier. (T/N: referring to Hyun-Woo)


    Even if hypocrisy and deception dwell, if Jun-Kyung pretends he didn¡¯t see it and closes his eyes, no one will know. Executive Director Min¡¯s determination was firm throughout.


    A bright atmosphere like sunshine has come to a house full of misfortune even though it is overflowing with money and power. Is there any need to bring out the truth that he¡¯s carrying the child of a dead son and add a color of sorrow?


    ¡®As expected, I think it¡¯s better to leave it as it is.¡¯


    Even thinking about Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents, a living son-in-law is much better than a dead son-in-law even for Jun-Kyung himself.


    Executive Director Min, who finished the purpose of his visit, tried to clear his seat right away. When he said he wanted to go back, the president spit it out bluntly.


    ¡°After a long time, you come home without eating and getting up right away?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± Jun-Kyung just got up and sat down right away.


    He wonders if this is the same person who previously didn¡¯t want to share a meal with Director Min. Even if people change, so much has changed. This time, the awkwardness was revealed through the expressionless mask. It was an unexpected reaction even Executive Director Min had not expected.


    ¡°Yeah, have dinner and go. There are many ingredients, so tell me whatever you want to eat.¡± Madam chimed in. ¡°What does Jun-Kyung want to eat?¡± The only person who could remove the frozen thin ice at once helped.


    ¡°Anything is fine as long as madam makes it for me.¡± Jun-Kyung replied.


    ¡°It¡¯s not madam.¡±


    A simple name correction is more difficult than the worst lie. Jun-Kyung¡¯s face itches.


    ¡°Mother.¡±


    Madam, who was pleased with the call, suddenly became serius.


    ¡°Jun-kyung, don¡¯t drink cinnamon punch. Cinnamon is not good for pregnancy. If I had known in advance, I would have prepared something else instead of cinnamon punch.¡±


    Jun-Kyung had no idea cinnamon was bad.


    ¡°There was no such word in the hospital.¡±


    Whenever this happened, Executive Director Min intervened appropriately. His blunt attitude throughout the whole time gave Jun-Kyung a strange sense of stability.


    ¡°It¡¯s before it¡¯s stable, but what if something goes wrong?¡±


    ¡°If it was really dangerous, the hospital would have told you ahead of time.¡±


    The cold-hearted successor of the conglomerate distrusted folk remedies. Director Min was just saying this to ease his mother¡¯s worries, but Jun-kyung didn¡¯t think so. Anyone who knows Director Min would agree with Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°The hospital doesn¡¯t know everything. This is a wisdom of life that the elders of the family know. There is nothing wrong with listening to an adult.¡± This time, the president helped his wife.


    Even though it was said to be okay, madam took the trouble to change it to barley tea.


    Dinner preparations were soon finished. It was a house of a chaebol, so there were usually plenty of tables but today was an exceptional feast.


    ¡°When did you prepare like this?¡± Jun-Kyung asked.


    ¡°I started preparing little by little since the day because Executive Director Min was coming.¡±


    ¡°Did mother prepare it directly?¡±


    ¡°Of course, I¡¯m feeding my children, so I¡¯d rather do it myself than leave it to someone.¡±


    Every time Jun-Kyung leaves without eating properly, madam packs a lunch box with the food she prepared for each time and sends it to Executive Director Min with Jun-Kyung¡¯s portion included also. Jun-kyung knew that there wasrepared food this time too, but Executive Director Min didn¡¯t seem to know madam was preparing with such care.


    ¡°Director Min sits there and Jun-Kyung sits next to him. President, please come here too.¡±


    They sat around the table just like the one you see in TV dramas. Madam could not hide the widespread laughter, and she continued to bring the side dishes.


    The chairman ate silently to see if he had anything to say in front of the meal and occasionally checked with his sharp eyes to see if Jun-kyung was eating well. After getting used to eating with Executive Director Min, Jun-Kyung was finally saying goodbye to indigestion. But now he¡¯s doomed.


    Madam was more interested in Director Min and Jun-Kyung than the meal.


    Is there any inconvenience living in Director Min¡¯s house, is there anything he needs, and can I visit you later? Most of all, madam was curious about how the food was made.


    ¡°The housekeeper comes regularly.¡±


    ¡°Really? I¡¯ll make side dishes for you. But what about soup or rice? Does the lady coming do that too?¡±


    ¡°No, she doesn¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°Then, Jun-kyung?¡±


    Jun-kyung had no idea that he had to do it himself. He knows how to put rice in an electric rice cooker, but he¡¯s never prepared a proper dinner.


    The side dishes were made by his mother or bought at the side dish store. All he cooked was ramen, fried egg, and ham. Sometimes when he gets tired of ham, he opens a can of tuna and eats it with rice.


    As for making soup? Confused with fear, he threw his gaze at Executive Director Min.


    ¡®Really? Do I really have to do it? I will, but I can¡¯t guarantee the taste. And life.¡¯


    Executive Director Min grinned as he looked at Jun-Kyung, sensing the desperate telepathy giving off. Junkyung still didn¡¯t have the talent to figure out what the smile that¡¯s raised at the corners of the lips meant without the eyes still smiling.


    ¡°I will do it myself.¡±


    ¡°What? Executive Director Min?¡±


    Jun-Kyung was relieved. At the same time, he almost burst into shock. Even the president, who had been concentrating on the meal, almost spit out the soup he had just drank because he had been concentrating on this conversation.


    ¡°Does Executive Director Min know how to cook?¡±


    ¡°Yes. I¡¯m not good at it, but I enjoy doing it. I can make some soup or stew.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother-in-law was amazed.


    ¡°Oh my gosh. Today, I get to know a lot of the new side of Managing Director Min.¡±


    ¡°Hmm, that¡¯s right.¡± At this moment, Jun-kyung was with the two of them more than ever.


    Executive Director Min is cooking. He didn¡¯t know what to think. Perhaps because of the surprise, the atmosphere became more comfortable.


    Madam inquired in detail about favorite side dish or stew she knew how to make. Jun-Kyung likes all kinds of Korean food, especially the food that madam makes because it was delicious. Jun-Kyung was grateful for just making it.


    ¡°Then I can just marinate the side dishes and the meat and send it to you. Come and eat something else.¡±


    ¡°Come?¡± Jun-Kyung asked.


    ¡°Yes. Come at least once a week. We have to talk to each other and buy things together in the future. If it¡¯s okay, let¡¯s go to the hermitage and listen to the monk¡¯s blessings, huh?¡±


    ¡°Good idea.¡± The answer was actually given by the president. This means that objections or rejections are prohibited.


    Being with a madam was not a problem itself. Jun-Kyung used to go everywhere with his mother-in-law. The problem is if he can act normally with the guilt.


    ¡°Can¡¯t I come with you?¡±


    A heavy voice intervened. This time, three pairs of eyes were focused on Executive Director Min at the same time.


    ¡°You are welcome to come at any time. Director Min is busy, so I only asked Jun-Kyung.¡±


    ¡°At least once a week is enough time.¡±


    In response to the blunt answer, the chairman finally put the spoon down.


    ¡°After announcing his marriage, he suddenly became a person. Coming to say hello before even calling. I thought he¡¯d be a punk for the rest of my life.¡±


    There was a mockery at the end. Still, the president did not only see with his eyes. Maybe he liked what is in the heart this time, but his lips which had been stiff all the time were loosened.


    ¡°Hey, he is not a punk. Executive Director Min cannot express himself due to his personality, but how trustworthy and reliable he is. People around him envy him for his excellent management skills.¡±


    ¡°Hmm, it¡¯s true that TIC grew better than expected after that guy took over.¡±


    Oh my gosh. Did the chairman praise Executive Vice President Min?


    This time, the other three pairs of eyes focused on the president. Even the party who said the compliment could not keep his mouth shut perhaps in shock. The difference between the chairman and his son was that the iron plate on the chairman¡¯s face was not as thick.


    ¡°Why? Did I say something I can¡¯t?¡±


    Perhaps the gazes were uncomfortable, the harsh reaction returned.


    ¡°No way. You can say it a hundred times or a thousand times.¡± The wife, who answered with a proud smile, smiled at Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Our Jun-kyung is a blessing really. Since the first time I saw you, you were on my mind.¡±  Please take care of my son Hyun-Seung in the future.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s the Executive Director Min who took great care of me.¡±


    ¡°Hyun-Seung.¡±


    Suddenly, Executive Director Min cut the line.


    ¡°Why do you call me Hyun-Seung and then suddenly call me Executive Director Min?¡±


    ¡°Ah, that¡¯s¡­!¡±


    Jun-Kyung eyes wandered, unable to find a place to look. Even though he just ate the soup, his throat was dry. Madam smiled brightly at Jun-kyung, who was hardened not knowing what to do.


    ¡°Is it because you are shy in front of us?¡±


    ¡°You do have a great relationship. That¡¯s why you made the child first¡±.


    Thanks to the chairman, his embarrassment multiplied 100 times, and his face turned red. Without any response to the three pairs of gazes, Jun-kyung just ate quietly.

 CH 42

    After a harmonious dinner, Executive Directors Min and Jun-Kyung got up from their seats, leaving their regretful mother behind. Even the president came out to the front door and watched the two of them as they walked out. The date of the meeting will be adjusted soon.


    In the car on the way back, Jun-Kyung let out a belated sigh.


    ¡°The two like it more than expected.¡±


    Director Min opened his mouth, ¡°It¡¯s a good phenomenon. In the past, the atmosphere in the house had been very rigid, but this time, it went back to normal. It¡¯s all thanks to Jun-Kyung.¡±


    ¡°No. Rather, I¡¯d appreciate your hospitality.¡±


    Is now the time to thank Jun-Kyung? Even if the president said that, Jun-Kyung was the only one with a heavy heart because he deceived his good wife. There was no sense of guilt at all in Executive Director Min. On the contrary, he seemed very satisfied.


    Director Min changed the mood of the sunken family and relieved his father¡¯s coldness. An uncertain project has been a huge success. When the thought reached that point, goosebumps rose all over Jun-Kyung¡¯s body.


    ¡®No way?¡¯


    Is that the real purpose of having his dead brother¡¯s children as his own? Did he know this, so he dared to marry and adopt the method of making the child his own biological child?


    It would be nice if it ended with a simple doubt. Probably more likely not. Looking at it with a  natural attitude, it was clear that Hyun-Seung Min was aiming for this far.


    ¡®Isn¡¯t it supposed to be a sociopath even if it¡¯s not a psychopath?¡¯


    With the inhumanity of calculating the death of his brother, Director Min does not have the conscience he should have as a human being.


    Also, can Jun-Kyung himself say that he has a conscience for actively participating in the same fraudulent activity?


    Deep anxiety gave him a headache. During his pregnancy, he was not allowed to take any headache pills. As a result, the only way out of a headache is not to worry.


    Let¡¯s not think about anything. That¡¯s the best.


    ***


    Immediately after returning to Taewon¡¯s home following the hospital check-up, Jun-Kyung slept for more than half a day. It was the so-called drowsy sleep.


    In the morning, Executive Director Min woke him up for a while to eat. However, his desire to sleep was strong enough to shake off Executive Director Min¡¯s touch. Appetite, of course, took a back seat.


    After a long time at noon, he woke up slowly. Jun-Kyung washed up and went down to the kitchen to satisfy his hunger. He reflexively turned to the refrigerator. A yellow memo caught his eye as he pulled out only a bottle of bottled water and closed the refrigerator door.


    [Rolled eggs and bean sprouts soup are in the refrigerator, and rice is in the rice cooker.                         ¨C Hyunseung]


    Is there a hole in his chin? Water fell on the top of his feet.


    ¡°Ah, it¡¯s cold.¡±


    Flustered, he wiped the water running down his chin with his hand. His prospective spouse and domestic partner excelled in the ability to frighten people in so many different ways. He said he would make the food himself, but left a friendly note without warning.


    ¡°Even my own mom doesn¡¯t do this.¡±


    During his short yet long life, he met a group of people of various classes, and among them, the only person who was kind by nature was madam. What¡¯s more, Executive Director Min?


    This is a calculated effort. It¡¯s showing care to another person on the same boat to cover up the garbage. There is nothing to be done about vague pressure and grittiness.


    Find ready-made food and heat it up.


    He¡¯s been eating out for many years, a regular at a side dish shop, and later as a side dish thief at home, so Jun-Kyung realized early on that it was difficult to make simple side dishes taste good.


    After eating it all, even the side dishes that his mother made were not tasty, and the side dishes from the side dish shop that sell them for money? Jun-Kyung is particular about what side dishes he likes.


    The only thing that Jun-Kyung enjoyed eating was madam¡¯s food. It was partly because her cooking skills were amazing, and because she was a chaebol, she could afford to use good ingredients to make it carefully.


    In an unexpected place, Jun-Kyung found the skill comparable to that of madam¡¯s hand in Director Min.


    ¡°It¡¯s delicious.¡±


    To exaggerate a little, Director Min could even team up with madam and go to a cooking contest. Jun-Kyung really enjoyed the food, so it¡¯s not a complete lie.


    Jun-Kyung emptied prepared food. There is a dishwasher, but he did not know how to use it, so he washed the dishes by hand. A


    fter washing properly and changing into fresh indoor clothes instead of pajamas, he found a vacuum cleaner. The house is so clean that there is nothing to do, but it was hard to stay still.


    While he was pushing the vacuum cleaner all over the place, the intercom rang.


    Is there anyone coming?


    When he turned off the vacuum cleaner and checked, it was not someone who came, but an external phone call. Who would call?


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    ? It¡¯s me. Are you up?


    Unsurprisingly, it was Executive Director Min.


    ?You didn¡¯t answer the phone, so I called home just in case. Is it on the second floor?


    ¡°No, it¡¯s on the first floor. I couldn¡¯t hear it because I was cleaning.¡±


    Jun-Kyung muttered to himself that he¡¯s sorry.


    ©¤ It¡¯s okay if nothing happened. Oh, have you eaten?


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    His heart was pounding. It was just a simple thank you for saying that he enjoyed the food, but he was a little nervous.


    ¡°The rolled omelette was delicious. The soup was good too. You are so good at it.¡±


    ?I¡¯m glad that it suits your taste.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡ªIf you want something to eat, tell me. I¡¯ll do what I can.


    ¡°You¡¯re talking like your mother, haha.¡±


    Jun-Kyung was embarrassed to share the intimacy that he wouldn¡¯t share even with his own mother.


    ¡ªMother, is it?


    ¡°Yes, mother.¡±


    Sooner or later, the president probably expects to be called ¡°father¡±.


    ¡°Have you eaten lunch, Hyun-Seung?¡±


    Lunch break at the company was well past.


    ¡ªYes, I did.


    Jun-Kyung has nothing more to say. Shall I ask what you ate after two seconds?


    He feels like he should, but his mouth didn¡¯t move.


    ?Keep your cell phone nearby. I¡¯ll call you when I get off work.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡ªThen.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t the only one who hesitated because he doesn¡¯t know when and how to cut it off. They got used to each other, but it was still vague. An awkward silence ensued.


    ? You hang up first.


    ¡°Me?¡±


    ¡ªYes.


    ¡°Ah, yes then¡­have a nice afternoon.¡±


    Jun-Kyung carefully put down the receiver while crouching towards the intercom. After that, he listened again to make sure it was disconnected properly. After confirming that the line had cut, he let out a deep sigh.


    ¡°Oh my God, Wow.¡±


    How to deal with awkwardness without countermeasures. Will the day come when he gets used to it?


    As he watched the rerun of the boring TV show, he was fully conscious of his cell phone. The afternoon passed quickly.


    [I will arrive in 3 minutes.]


    Is it even a good idea to contact when Director Min gets off work? Jun-Kyung thought he could prepare his heart for about an hour. Executive Director Min was not an easy target.


    It¡¯s only 3 minutes. He hurriedly looked around to see if there was anything cluttered around him. Even though it was a newly purchased inner-wear, he brushed it off to smooth down the wrinkles.


    Vroom.


    There was the sound of a heavy sedan engine.


    Should he open the front door and go out, or should he wait for the doorbell to ring? In the midst of a deep conflict, Executive Director Min came in on his own.


    ¡°Welcome.¡±


    ¡°Did nothing happen?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    It¡¯s barely been half a day since they talked on the phone. What could happen?


    But for now, Jun-Kyung had nothing to say about it, so he kept his mouth shut.


    A  plastic bag with a department store logo was in the hands of the owner who looked around the house to see if there had been an accident.  The bag is used in department store food halls. As if to prove it, a green leek rose from the entrance of the bag. Jun-Kyung¡¯s eyes widened.


    ¡®Director Min?¡¯


    It is a series of shocks that he¡¯s not surprised anymore. He still had to swallow his astonishment however. Jun-Kyung received the plastic bag one beat late. It was the same for the opponent who was slow to hand over the load.


    ¡°Let¡¯s change clothes and start preparing meals.¡±


    Jun-Kyung, who was going to the kitchen with a bag closed his eyes and took a breath.


    While Executive Director Min changed clothes and came down, Jun-Kyung took out the ingredients and laid them out on his table. Besides green onion, Korean beef was served.


    What are you trying to make with this? First, Korean beef cut and green onion?


    But the amount of meat was too small for two people to eat. To be honest, Jun-Kyung could eat that all by himself.


    The food prepared in the morning was actually just for one person, so it wasn¡¯t quite enough for Jun-Kyung. No matter how much the executive director Min was cooking, Jun-Kyung got breakfast and ate it, so it was polite to prepare dinner by himself. Director Min may be keeping track.


    While hesitating and looking for the frying pan first, Executive Director Min came down.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    ¡°I am going to grill the meat.¡±


    ¡°What? Why the meat?¡±


    Jun-Kyung took out a large pan and pointed to the Korean beef placed on the counter.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it why you bought it? To grill it?¡±


    ¡°¡­. It is for stew.¡±


    ¡°Ah, somehow the quantity is small.¡±


    Executive Director Min approached and took the frying pan from Jun-Kyung¡¯s hand. Then, he gently pushed Jun-Kyung and put it back in its original place.


    ¡°And this is a court fan. It is used when making a large amount of stir-fried dishes.¡±


    ¡°I knew for the first time.¡±


    Jun-Kyung has never cooked before, so he didn¡¯t know what cooking tools were.


    ¡°I¡¯ll make beef with soybean paste.¡±

 CH 43

    Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know how to make it, but he knows how to eat it. Vegetable wraps are essential for delicious strong soybean paste.


    ¡°Shall we wash the vegetables?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s in the fresh compartment of the refrigerator.¡±


    Naturally, Executive Director Min took the lead, and Jun-Kyung became the assistant. Jun-Kyung is not a brainless person, so he does it properly as he was told.


    In addition, Executive Director Min, who received the garlic and peppers that Jun-kyung had washed, skillfully minced it using a fine-edged stainless steel kitchen knife and a grid-patterned cutting board. There is also a tteokbokki somewhere.


    The image completely changed when the kitchen pot was placed in the hands of the successor of a conglomerate suspected of being a sociopath. Instead of the usual smooth brown porcelain, the rough and unique texture of the earthenware pot boasted a cool hardness instead of evaporating warmth.


    If it¡¯s in the kitchen, it¡¯s a clay pot, and if it¡¯s in an art gallery, it¡¯s a work of art. The name would be ¡®Human Tteokbokki¡¯.


    ¡°It¡¯s nice to have Jun-Kyung by my side.¡±


    ¡°Even though I can¡¯t cook, I am confident as an assistant. Just let me do it.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s not what I meant¡±


    If not, what does that mean? Executive Director Min refrained from explaining further. He wasn¡¯t really curious enough to ask. Right now, the urgent task is to finish eating for the day.


    ¡°All of that?¡±


    ¡°How much should I add?¡± Executive Director Min, who was roasting the meat, looked at Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Because I¡¯ve been working out since I was little.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t gain weight for how much you eat.¡±


    Jun-Kyung was always told to eat more, so he didn¡¯t expect to hear such a thing even if it¡¯s not meant to be serious.


    Director Min also ate quite well. No matter what anyone says, Jun-Kyung is tall. In addition to that, the amount of food he ate was comparable to most athletes since he was active in outdoor activities.


    ¡°Do you know how to cook? That is, rice in an electric rice cooker.¡±


    ¡°Yes!¡± Jun-Kyung answered confidently. He has had many side dishes since middle school, but rice is not enough, so there were times when he cooked rice for himself.


    ¡°Rice is here.¡±


    The lower cabinet was pointed. Instead of a bag of rice, Jun-Kyung found a neat plastic rice container.


    This time around, it was as expected. Cleaning is done by a housekeeper, so it¡¯s hard to tell how tidy the VIP is just by looking at the condition of the house. By looking at the drawers or objects used by an individual, you can know the actual nature of the character.


    If he knows exactly where the rice is, it means Executive Director Min was managing the kitchen and organizing it. Jun-Kyung felt lucky that he did the dishes right away and didn¡¯t mess with it.


    There were also mixed grains next to the rice box. There was black rice and several other grains, but there were no beans. It was a relief.


    While Jun-Kyung was mixing the grains evenly and washing the rice, Director Min looked over the shoulder and frowned. It wasn¡¯t a blank expression but a completely wrinkled face. Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart dropped to the floor. ¡°Why¡­ why are you like this?¡±


    What sin did he commit? There is even a German kitchen knife with plenty of garlic and green onions in the vicinity of Director Min. Jun-Kyung¡¯s gaze automatically measured the distance between the knife and Min¡¯s hand.


    ¡°Did you add grains?¡±


    It¡¯s obvious without asking.


    ¡°I put it in there.¡±


    ¡°Okay.¡± Other than that, Executive Director Min returned without saying anything.


    Jun-Kyung reflexively turned the cold water flowing over the rice into hot water. If he could, he wanted to start over and place it in hot water. He was surprised.


    Gathering his dizzying spirit, Jun-Kyung washed all the rice and filled it with water. There are unsoaked grains, so he needs to add a little more water. His mother saw the unsoaked rice and taught him before¡­ wait a minute.


    ¡°Do you dislike mixed grains?¡±


    The hand that was quietly stirring the pot twitched slightly.


    ¡°It¡¯s not that I hate it.¡±


    Oh, he doesn¡¯t like it. There is a lot mixed in too so much that it breaks his expressionless expression. Come to think of it, the rice he ate during the day was also white rice. If he doesn¡¯t like it that much, why did Director Min prepare a mix of grains, confusing people? Jun-Kyung grumbled inwardly and shut the water.


    ¡°I will cook again.¡±


    ¡°No. Mixed grains are good for the body.¡±


    ¡°Still¡­¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not that I can¡¯t eat. I just hate the color.¡±


    Director Min really doesn¡¯t like black rice. It was only then that Jun-Kyung realized that the amount of black rice that he had poured was enormous.


    ¡®Then you should¡¯ve told me beforehand.¡¯


    Jun-Kyung took out a bowl, scooped out as much black rice as possible, and poured more white rice. While he was washing the vegetables after serving rice, the soybean paste soup was simmering. The delicious smell made him salivate.


    Director Min turned off the strong soybean paste and took out a silicone table mat and a spoon. Accordingly, he put the vegetables on a strainer tray without saying a word, opened the refrigerator and took out the side dishes Jun-Kyung had seen during the day.


    While Jun-Kyung was finding the plates and placing them one by one, a vibrating sound was heard from the table. It was a call from Executive Director Min


    ¡°Please look at this for a moment.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± Executive Director Min, who saw the screen, distorted his impression on the level of black rice.


    Is something wrong with his work?


    There is no right or reason to meddle in company affairs. Jun-kyung only has to do his duty. Currently, he is in charge of strong soybean paste. It is a precious body that Taewon TIC Executive Director Hyun-Seung Min cooked by hand.


    Whether it was a phone call that would simply end, Executive Director Min showed no sign of returning to the kitchen. Jun-Kyung turned off the fire because the soybean paste soup was cooked enough. He closed the lid and looked outside. Director Min was not in the living room.


    ¨C Ta-da. Cooking is complete.


    The fairy of the rice cooker announced the completion of cooking with a refreshing voice. The table full of side dishes and wrapped vegetables seemed rich at first glance, but in Junkyung¡¯s eyes, it was meager.


    ¡°No protein.¡±


    There were many eggs in the refrigerator. While Executive Director Min was away, it wasn¡¯t a bad idea to cook the most delicious dishes he knows how to cook.  .


    ¡®You said this is a court fan?¡¯


    Instead of a large one, he took out a small pan and placed it on the stove. Earlier, while Executive Director Min was boiling the soup, he watched where the various seasonings were. He took the cooking oil, poured it into the pan and cracked the eggs. About six.


    ¡°How many?¡±


    He usually eats 4-5 by myself. Executive Director Min eats a lot, so it seems like it¡¯s not enough. Still, it¡¯s not good to use everything he has.


    Cooked rice, strong soybean paste stuffed with beef and green onion, wrapped vegetables, and eggs that Jun-Kyung ambitiously prepared. It would be better with Vienna sausage. There is a lot of beef in the strong soybean paste, so this is a great feast.


    As he sat down, he noticed that there was no water. He found a bottle of water, poured a glass of water and set it aside on his seat. Even then, it was not enough, so he took another glass of water for Director Min, then looked towards the living room. There was still no sign of Director Min¡¯s return.


    ¡®The call is getting long.¡¯


    Long calls at home were rare. Did any major events happen during the project? Then he would usually leave right away.


    The pot became lukewarm. The rice was also slightly hardened.


    ¡°Did he leave?¡±


    As far as Jun-kyung is concerned, he doesn¡¯t think Hyun-Seung Min will go without a word, but he got up from his seat just in case. In fact, he was so hungry that he wanted to ask if he could eat first.


    He thought the Director would be on one side of the living room on the first floor, but he couldn¡¯t see him anywhere. Just in case Jun-Kyung went to the entrance and heard a voice from another place. It was the passageway leading to the laundry room and the basement gym.


    There was a door made of sturdy glass, beyond that was a small terrace. It was very close to the kitchen and pantry, so it was like a place to store items that are difficult to keep in the house. There is no way Director Min has junks stored inside his house.


    The small terrace made of wood deck was empty. One side faces the mountain and the other side leads to the road in front of the building. It is shaded, so it was not a very good place to get some fresh air for a while. It was the perfect place for a quick cigarette or a phone call. In the case of Executive Director Min, it was the latter.


    Turning his back, Director Min stood facing the mountain and continued to talk. The glass door was not completely closed, so Jun-Kyung heard the conversation.


    ¡°Even if I get married, I won¡¯t change¡­are you crying?¡±


    Jun-Kyung thought it was a business thing. It was a serious atmosphere.


    ¡°Is he there now? Of course, I¡¯m here. Stop crying.¡±


    Oh my gosh. Were there still any surprises?


    Junkyung held his breath. He had a strong foreboding, as if he was going straight to the next world right away if he moved here and caught his presence by Executive Director Min.


    Because even his bones were frozen, Executive Director Min continued the call without even dreaming that Jun-Kyung was watching.


    There is no Executive Director of a large corporation with a blank expression and a blunt tone of speech. Instead, a crying lover? Maybe a lover. After all, there is only one young man who is troubled by trying to appease his crying lover.


    There is a gesture of dropping his shoulders as if discouraged, then brushing his hair with a sigh, and the tone filled with irritation and concern.


    ¡°Now? Sieun-ah, you can¡¯t do that now¡­Si-eun Lee, doing it recklessly then¡­¡±


    If it¡¯s Si-eun, does that mean it¡¯s a woman? She might be a man, but generally it¡¯s a woman. In any case, a person named Si-Eun kept crying and asking for something to Director Min. Director Min seems to be trying to appease his opponent, but it doesn¡¯t work. After a while, Executive Director Min declared surrender with a long sigh.


    ¡°Okay. Don¡¯t go anywhere, wait there.¡±


    When the call seemed to be over, Jun-Kyung jumped back into the kitchen. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his mouth. He was not confident enough to sit quietly in his chair, so as he stood by the table and gulped down a bottle of water, Executive Director Min appeared.


    ¡°I have an urgent matter at work. I will be out for a while.¡±


    ¡°How about a meal?¡±


    ¡°Junkyung, eat first.¡±


    In fact, he didn¡¯t pay any attention to Jun-kyung. The cell phone kept ringing throughout the conversation, and Executive Director Min kept pressing the reject button with a more serious expression than when he was dealing with black rice.


    Executive Director Min, who was leaving with the car key in a hurry, was seen off to the front door by Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°I will be late, so don¡¯t wait.¡±

 CH 44

    ¡°Yes, go ahead.¡±


    Jun-Kyung saw a silver sedan coming out of the garage. He stood in front of the window on the first floor and looked out until the car could no longer be seen. Hyun-Seung Min tells such obvious lies that something has happened to the company.


    Can I lie like this to my future spouse, even to the person I¡¯m really getting married to?


    Of course, if it¡¯s really about the company, it doesn¡¯t matter if he tells lies. This wasn¡¯t a company thing no matter how much Jun-Kyung thinks.


    ¡®Lee Si-Eun¡­. I¡¯ve never heard of it.¡¯


    Who is it that the hard and cold Executive Director Min calls affectionately? He should¡¯ve noticed something strange right from the start. Did he really believe like an idiot? No, why did he even believe it? Jun-Kyung was shocked by his stream of consciousness.


    His appetite has swept away. He glanced at the hardened rice and strong soybean paste soup with oil on the surface. It was unbelievable. Did he believe in a man who has nothing to trust and takes advantage of his brother¡¯s death readily?


    ¡®I¡¯m not a bluffer, so the declaration of a real marriage was not false from my end.¡¯


    That is not the normal married life Jun-Kyung envisioned.


    It is a common couple relationship in the upper class. He will do everything he can to have children and raise them, marry each other based on condition rather than love, and affection and love are satisfied elsewhere while continuing a married life.


    ¡°That¡¯s it.¡±


    Relationships outside of the marriage will greet and give gifts to each other. However, property must be passed on only to children born to the married couple. It¡¯s a family put together for that purpose.


    ¡°You said you needed your brother¡¯s bloodline. Is it possible that a person named Si-Eun Lee is not a good match for marriage?¡±


    In hindsight, Jun-kyung doesn¡¯t have a very glamorous background for the consort of the heir of a chaebol. Except for the rare male Omega, a decent appearance, and a blunt personality, there is nothing to offer. What if Executive Director Min, who willingly chose Jun-Kyung like that, can¡¯t get married even though he is so desperate?


    ¡°Is she a married woman? There is nothing different about it.¡±


    Executive Director Min is the successor of a conglomerate like from the drama and represents the word clich¨¦ itself. It is not uncommon for such a person to separate marriage and love.


    But Jun-Kyung felt a little weird. To be precise, he felt a strange feeling of betrayal?


    ¡°Hey, what am I doing now?¡±


    As both the family and Executive Director Min are famous in the business world, Jun-Kyung was also an accomplice in a fraud in deceiving against the public. What does it matter if there are small personal secrets in front of a great deception? Even if the two matters are related, Jun-Kyung was not involved in that matter.


    ¡°Let¡¯s just eat.¡±


    Jun-Kyung sat down on the chair, scooped out the cold rice and stuffed it into his mouth. The strong soybean paste was really delicious even though it had cooled and hardened. Beef seasoned in soybean paste was scooped out, placed on top of vegetables, and a fried egg was placed in a bowl. After adding enough rice, he made a wrapped lettuce and stuffed it in one bite. It was delicious.


    Director Min did not arrive until morning. He said he was late. Did he say that he wasn¡¯t coming at all?


    After Jun-Kyung ate up the leftover soybean paste for breakfast yesterday, he searched for how to use the dishwasher. After running the dishwasher, Jun-Kyung took a shower and got a message from Executive Director Min.


    [Did you wake up? I had a lot of work yesterday, so I slept at work. Did you have breakfast?]


    Jun-kyung snorted but didn¡¯t have the courage to make a real scorn against Executive Director Min.


    [I had breakfast with the remaining soup.]


    After sending a reply, he took out the hair dryer and the phone rang like a ghost. He tried to pretend he didn¡¯t get it because he was drying his hair, but caved in because Director Min is scary.


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    ? Did you sleep well yesterday?


    ¡°Yes. It¡¯s hard to sleep at work, what if you are tired?¡±


    ? It¡¯s okay. There¡¯s an extra bed.


    Si-Eun Lee, that¡¯s too much. Just an extra bed for someone who uses a super king size. Aside from the shoulder width, the legs are going to stick out also.


    ? I¡¯d like to have lunch together later, is that okay?


    ¡°I think it would be a little difficult.¡±


    ?¡­¡­.


    Director Min probably didn¡¯t know that he would refuse. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know either until a message from his mother arrived early in the morning. His mother, who had been stricken by the raging reality, was resurrected. No matter what happens today, he must come home.


    ?If it¡¯s because I left without a word yesterday¡­.


    ¡°No, it¡¯s not like that. My mother, ah, it¡¯s my mother. She told me to come home. I¡¯m getting ready to go out now. Do you think I¡¯d be upset about something like this with someone who is busy? Most of all, it¡¯s related to the company.¡±


    ?¡­¡­


    The opponent was speechless. What does he have to say? It was fortunate that even a sociopath sometimes showed such a human reaction. If Director Min consistently comes out brazenly, Jun-Kyung will probably be stressed out and will die of old age before having a baby.


    ¡°Is it not possible? Shall I postpone it to another day?¡±


    ?No. You can go. I¡¯ll send a car.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay. Don¡¯t send a car. I can just take a taxi.¡±


    ? It¡¯s dangerous.


    ¡°Taxi? Are you serious?¡±


    ?¡­.


    Are taxis dangerous? Of course, there are times when taxis are dangerous. But it¡¯s not like he¡¯s riding in the dark outskirts of the city. It is late in the morning so how can taking a taxi in the middle of the city in broad daylight be dangerous? This time, Executive Director Min remained silent.


    ¡°I¡¯ll message you when I leave. Just in case, the taxi number too.¡±


    ? Okay. Be careful.


    This time, without hesitation, Jun-Kyung hung up the phone first. It was because the care that Director Min showed to Jun-Kyung had somehow decreased.


    ¡°We just have to satisfy our needs.¡±


    In the place where people care about their own profits, is it necessary to have a sincere gratitude for all kinds of care?


    ***


    Jun-Kyung came earlier than the arrival time notified to his mother in advance to see his brother first.


    As soon as he entered the cafe, Jun-Hee, who had been contacted in advance, got up. Even before asking for a drink, he dragged Jun-kyung to a seat in the far corner of the cafe. Without a moment to catch his breath, he threw in a bottle of water and started interrogation.


    ¡°Are you serious?¡±


    ¡°Then is it fake?¡±


    Jun-kyung did not have the ability to lay iron plates as much as Executive Director Min did to his family. The older brother who smelled the grassy fraud did not seem to believe it at all.


    ¡°You said you don¡¯t like to have relationships at work.¡±


    ¡°Like it or not, everything didn¡¯t go as planned. You know, it just manifests itself.¡±


    Their alpha, omega manifestation didn¡¯t just shock Jun-Kyung. It¡¯s hard to tell how many people in the world are waiting for Omega to manifest, but at least one person was certain. Such a person is still confused over his younger brother¡¯s sudden announcement of marriage.


    ¡°Are you pregnant?¡±


    When Jun-kyung brought up the key point, Jun-hee was a little embarrassed. At any other time, Jun-Kyung would have blushed first, but not this time. Perhaps he was reminded of the act of leading to pregnancy rather than the pregnancy itself, Junhee rolled his eyes as if embarrassed.


    ¡°Even between the Alpha and Omega, I can¡¯t imagine you doing it. You really hated it.¡±


    ¡°Right.¡±


    ¡°So how?¡±


    ¡°I got into trouble after drinking.¡±


    Jun-Kyung said it as it is. It was not a lie, it was just that the opponent was different.


    ¡°What?¡± As if hearing the most stupid thing in the world, Junhee opened his mouth wide. ¡°Are you crazy?¡±


    ¡°I know.¡±


    ¡°Did you take precaution?¡± The screaming voice grew louder.


    ¡°I know. I didn¡¯t even know it was an accident. I found out after waking up.¡±


    ¡°This madman¡­.¡±


    After suppressing his irritation and spitting out harsh swear words, Jun-Hee leaned his upper body back and folded his arms. The eyes under the wrinkled forehead were harsh. Even if someone takes a quick look as they walk, they can tell that he was angry.


    It is extremely rare for Jun-Hee Ho to be angry. In particular, it is safe to say that he rarely gets angry with his younger brother, Jun-kyung.


    Why are you getting angry at me?


    Even though Jun-Kyung was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not express it outwardly. To be honest, he seemed to know why Jun-Hee was angry.


    What if Jun-hee, an Omega, gets pregnant after drinking and having an accident with Alpha, whom he doesn¡¯t know well? Jun-kyung first killed Jun-hee in half, then grabbed him by the collar, locked him in the room, and went out to bury his opponent with a shovel.


    In comparison, Jun-Hee, who endured with two loud shouts, was a bodhisattva.


    ¡°When did you do that?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s been a while. About four months.¡±


    Jun-Hee, who had been calculating the date for a while, was astonished again.


    ¡°Is this why you suddenly want to quit a company you used to work for?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not just about this.¡±


    When Jun-Kyung left the company, he only talked to his older brother Jun-Hee. His parents found out after a while.


    ¡°Wow¡­Jun-kyung Ho, you are really new.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t think I am me either.¡±


    ¡°So? Did it happen after a lot of accidents?¡±


    ¡°No, Just one time.¡±


    Jun-Hee made a strange expression when he was serious.


    ¡°Once? Is that possible?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not common, but it¡¯s possible.¡±


    ¡°Does that alpha have super-ultra sperm?¡±


    Jun-Kyung almost spit out the water he just drank. Jun-Hee held out a paper napkin to Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Don¡¯t talk like a doctor.¡±


    ¡°Did the doctor say that too? So I guess it really is.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not like that.¡±


    ¡°The doctor said so too.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s true but¡­¡± Jun-Kyung was at a loss as to how to respond.


    ¡°That person is really what he looks like. Just in a heartbeat¡­.¡±


    ¡°Ah, bro!¡±


    Jun-Kyung groaned out loud in shame. He quickly bowed his head as the nearby guests looked at him. Jun-Kyung warned with his eyes that he would kill him if he continued. Jun-Hee snorted but didn¡¯t make fun of him anymore.


    ¡°Why are you that way? Didn¡¯t you cuss that you didn¡¯t like him?¡±

 CH 45

    ¡°When did I cuss?¡±


    ¡°If not, then did you fall in love with swearing?¡±


    ¡°Because I never swear.¡±


    When Jun-Kyung answered with a dry voice while avoiding his gaze, Jun-hee clicked his tongue. Even if Jun-Kyung wins this fight, he loses in the end. Jun-hee laughed at the world¡¯s greatest idiot for a long time.


    ¡°Still, I¡¯m glad he has a heart. Otherwise, he would have told you to erase it. Throwing money bags or doing tricks.¡±


    ¡°The Executive Director Min is not that kind of person.¡±


    ¡°Are you on the husband¡¯s side already? You are making me sad.¡±


    ¡°Husband! Gosh!¡±


    Jun-Kyung almost jumped out of his seat at the word ¡®Husband¡¯. Although Jun-Hee was annoyed and sorry for his younger brother, on the other hand, he took advantage of this to counter all the ridicule he had suffered for a long time. It seems that Jun-Kyung has to put the lid on the coffin first in order to end the teasing first.


    ¡°Stop teasing me, and I am really not that kind of person.¡±


    Jun-Kyung was at a loss as to where to begin and how to explain it. In a short period of time, he learned too many reasons for marriage in various ways. He explained in the order he heard them.


    ¡°A chaebol don¡¯t just erase their child carelessly. They have a strong obsession with bloodlines. Especially Chairman Taewon or at least that¡¯s what I heard. Anyway, I went to the hospital to check it out, and he said that we should get married right away.¡±


    ¡°Out of a sense of responsibility?¡±


    ¡°Should I say it¡¯s due to responsibility? There is another person that he really likes while marrying me.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    This time, all the customers in the cafe stopped what they were doing and looked this way. Jun-hee jumped up and said, ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± He apologized and quickly lowered himself.


    ¡°What kind of dog-like nonsense is this?¡±


    ¡°I know, right? What drama is it? I guess we will do something like a show-window couple.¡± (T/N: Hyun-Seung and Jun-Kyung will be the couple that everyone sees on the surface.)


    ¡°Crazy. Isn¡¯t he a complete scoundrel?¡±


    This time Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t feel the need to specifically refute. Even if he is not a psychopath or sociopath, he¡¯s at least a cheater.


    It¡¯s a world where not only the wealthy and the upper class have various interests, but also the lower-class people from ordinary families have an affair. Even if it is common, it doesn¡¯t make it less trashy, so there is no reason to refute cussing.


    ¡°You should¡¯ve done it also. Why don¡¯t you ask Mom and Dad to take responsibility for your child because it¡¯s theirs, and then have an affair on the other side?¡±


    ¡°The order is reversed. Rather, he has a girlfriend, and he made an accident with me.¡± (T/N: Jun-Kyung is saying that not that Hyun-Seung cheated on him but rather he is a third wheel in the relationship).


    ¡°Anyway, he¡¯s a dog, that Director Min.¡±


    Jun-Hee, who had been muttering, got up and brought ice water. Jun-Kyung emptied the remaining water after drinking.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡±Jun-Hee asked Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Me?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s like saying that a crazy bastard will marry you for an accident and just have a baby. Are you okay with that?¡±


    ¡°What am I not okay with?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­¡­¡±


    As if surprised, Jun-hee was unable to speak.


    ¡°Whatever the reason, you already know it. It¡¯s not easy to erase. I¡¯m thankful that he¡¯s taking responsibility in raising the child. He¡¯s rich, handsome, and he¡¯s going to marry. Even if we get a divorce in the future, won¡¯t he give us a huge amount of alimony? Let¡¯s take this opportunity to fix it.¡±


    Jun-Kyung recounted what the doctor has told him.


    ¡°I had no idea that my brother was such a capitalist monster.¡±


    ¡°Huh.¡± Jun-Kyung snorted involuntarily.


    ¡°Right. I guess you got infected while working for a chaebol?¡±


    ¡°You are a crazy person, too.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡±


    Jun-Kyung laughed out loud, but even thinking to himself, he feels like a dog. Is he a villain rather than a protagonist? Or was that role transferred to Executive Director Min?


    ¡°Are you good?¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Does Min Hyun-Seung treat you well? Do you feel cold when you two have separate lovers?¡±


    Jun-Kyung recalled what had happened. There¡¯s no such thing. On the contrary, Hyun-Seung Min treats him so well that Jun-Kyung thinks he is hypocritical for a subject who has an outside lover. He even cooks his own meals. Although the rice was left to cool completely, it was still delicious.


    ¡°Because there is so much money that it rots, there is no such inconvenience.¡±


    Aside from questioning whether he was nice or not, there are still other inconveniences to consider in reality.


    Still, if he complains about marrying to the heir of a chaebol, he will hear nothing but admonition. If he¡¯s going to be a slave to capitalism anyway, it wouldn¡¯t be bad to try the method called ¡®acting¡¯. Like Si-Eun Lee¡¯s lover who wore an iron plate and deceived everyone in the world.


    ¡°Anyway, I was so surprised. I never dreamed that you would bring an Alpha with you that day.¡±


    ¡°Me too.¡±


    ¡°You really don¡¯t know how things will turn out, do you? I thought I would get married first, not you.¡±


    After a vague silence, Junkyung first opened his mouth.


    ¡°Look for a good person too. It¡¯s easier to find if you lower your expectations.¡±


    ¡°Are you with the successor to a chaebol by lowering your expectations?¡± Jun-Hee smiled bitterly.


    ¡°That¡¯s not what I mean.¡±


    ¡°I know, I know. I need to find a good person, too.¡±


    On Jun-hee¡¯s smiling face, not only the bright sunlight but also traces of light clouds were reflected. Jun-kyung couldn¡¯t determine with certainty what kind of emotion he was wearing.


    Is it simply because the order is changed? Or there may be other reasons. However, Jun-kyung¡¯s situation was urgent to take over his older brother¡¯s delicate feelings.


    After a while, his mother arrived at the cafe. He thought his mother would be angry right after she found him, but surprisingly, her expression was bright. Jun-Kyung¡¯s father, who came after her, wasn¡¯t in a bad mood either.


    A second round of interrogation followed. He warmed up against Junhee earlier, so this time, the lie came out naturally without panicking. As expected, things get better with practice, even if it¡¯s lying. Of course, the story that Executive Director Min has a separate lover was omitted.


    ¡°So, he proposed to you right away after hearing you had a baby? Why did you just say that now?¡±


    The plea that he had spoken of before did not prevail against his mother¡¯s anger. As a mother with only two sons, the palm that slapped the back came first. Going to exercise diligently, her hands were getting spicier.


    ¡°What did I say?¡±


    ¡°Chairman Taewon. Even if the parties want to get married, behind such a family, the chairman comes forward and says, ¡®We cannot accept bodyguards.¡¯ and held out the envelope of money and said, ¡°Erase it.¡±


    The drama is this terrifying. Of course, such money envelopes actually come and go, so they also appear in dramas. Living as a bodyguard, he has seen and heard a lot of behind-the-scenes stories from the upper classes, so he knows the reality more than drama.


    However, there is no drama scene that shows what the picture really is. Instead, it is closer to complete disregard, intimidating, or coercing an abortion. Even if the secretary solves it, it¡¯s the chairman that comes forward and throws the money.


    ¡°The chairman and his wife said it was okay. They told me to start with the date for the meeting.¡±


    ¡°A meeting? Are you serious?¡±


    ¡°I think so.¡±


    The parents¡¯ expressions became serious. A strange exchange of gazes continued, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.


    ¡°When do you want to do it?¡±


    ¡°We can set up the date. Because I am an Omega, so we are¡­the bride¡¯s side.¡±


    Even though he said it himself, he felt like a pig¡¯s feet. He chewed the ice for no reason.


    ¡°Are we on the bride¡¯s side? Come to think of it, that¡¯s true. You are the one with the baby¡±.


    His father¡¯s complexion darkened sharply. When Jun-Hee brought ice water, his father followed suit and started chewing ice. He¡¯s going to do it again after having three implants?


    ¡°Should I buy anything?¡±


    ¡°No. You don¡¯t have to. It¡¯s all at Executive Director Min¡¯s house.¡±


    The appliances in the house were very stylish and nice. All of them are top-of-the-line models. Even if they buy a new one, it will only be lower than that of the existing product. Hyun-Seung Min also told him to buy anything he needed with a black card.


    ¡°Then what about gifts and dowry?¡±


    ¡°Do I have to talk about that now?¡±


    Junkyung sighed at the complexity. His mother was furious at once.


    ¡°It¡¯s your marriage. So who do I ask?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. Discuss it with Mother.¡±


    ¡°Mother?¡±


    ¡°Min Hyun-seung¡¯s mother. You will continue to know each other in the future.¡±


    ¡°Who talks about your mother-in-law like that?¡±


    ¡°No one uses those words¡±


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t want to talk about it, so he deliberately turned it around. His mother shattered that effort in an instant.


    ¡°Even though Jun-Kyung is an Omega, he¡¯s a man. A name like that is awkward.¡± His father intervened.


    ¡°It seems that these days, even in marriages between a man and a woman, no one use such words like mother-in-law. It¡¯s just mom and dad.¡±


    ¡°Who said that?¡±


    ¡°Our part-timer.¡±


    Most of the cafe part-timers are young girls.


    The mother, who was secretly afraid that she would fall behind the times faster than her peers for the crime of not having a daughter to share the trend with, did not insist on the word ¡°mother-in-law¡± anymore.


    Those who were not very busy thought about it for a long time about deciding the date.


    Getting new clothes, getting skin care, and doing her hair. This time it was not only his mother, but his father as well. According to his father, he had to get eyebrow tinted wax and a botox for wrinkles. Jun-Kyung almost thought he was a celebrity.


    The date was set ten days later. Jun-kyung first informed Executive Director Min of the fact. The reply came a few minutes later.


    [The chairman said he¡¯s okay. We will let you know the time and location.]


    ¡°I know the date, but they¡¯ll tell me where and when to meet.¡±


    The venue and time arrived in a message in less than 20 minutes. It was the perfect time for lunch at a Korean restaurant in a famous hotel. As soon as Jun-Kyung decided the date, he was surprised at the speed at which the reservation was made. As much as the Executive Director Min, the president and his wife rushed to get married.

 CH 46

    ¡°Are we really having a meeting with Taewon Group Chairman Min Chang-Heon?¡±


    ¡°I guess so.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents seem to be in disbelief and awe.


    ¡°Do I have to go too? I don¡¯t have to, right?¡± Jun-Hee tried to slip out.


    ¡°Of course you should go too.¡±


    ¡°What about the cafe?¡±


    It¡¯s not a big deal if he leaves it to a part-timer for half a day. However, Jun-Hee insisted that he should keep his duties as the cafe manager.


    Somehow, Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents insisted that there should be at least one more person on their side as if the ceremony was a battlefield. The eldest, who couldn¡¯t eat enough to beat two people at the same time, listened silently. However, Jun-Kyung had an intuition that the battle formulation would quietly disappear on the day of the meeting.


    ***


    For ten days, nothing happened at all. Executive Director Min was responsible for breakfast and dinner. Even if he worked overtime, he would either prepare dinner and then return to work or work in the second-floor study. He said that he rarely had days with overtime but said it was because he was in close contact with overseas clients recently because of preparations for a large project.


    Executive Director Min, who spoke in English in the library until dawn, got up earlier than Jun-kyung, who fell asleep early and made breakfast. While Executive Director Min prepared freshly cooked white rice with hot miso soup and neat side dishes sent by his mother, Jun-kyung worked hard to fry the eggs.


    Without breaking the yolk, place the well-cooked eggs on one side of each plate and place them in front of the soup and rice to complete.


    ¡°You seemed to be on the phone until late last night. Did you sleep?¡±


    ¡°Yes. I slept next to Jun-kyung. Didn¡¯t you know?¡±


    Jun-Kyung has no idea.


    ¡°I have a habit of sleeping deeply¡­.¡±


    If he wakes up with someone sleeping next to him, his life as an athlete would be difficult. He stopped judo when he was in high school, but the habit he once had lasted a long time.


    Thanks to that, sharing a bed with Executive Director Min was a little annoying at first, but now it¡¯s nothing at all. And how comfortable his luxurious bed was, he would faint in an instant when he put his head on it.


    ¡°I¡¯m glad that Jun-kyung slept well.¡±


    ¡°How long did you sleep, Hyun-Seung?¡±


    ¡°I slept for three hours.¡±


    Three hours. Jun-Kyung slept an hour more than yesterday or the day before. Still, he can count the days he slept properly for ten days. A faint gray energy was added over Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s bright copper-colored skin. If he doesn¡¯t get enough sleep, no matter how hard Jun-Kyung tries, he can¡¯t stay awake. If a person is fine without proper sleep, then that person is not human.


    Moreover, Jun-kyung is wearing pajamas after just waking up and has washed his face while Executive Director Min is dressed in a suit that has been neatly prepared for work. Do they even have to cook rice to get ready for work? If they don¡¯t, he can sleep an hour more.


    ¡°Get some more sleep in the morning. I will take care of my meal.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry. I¡¯m doing it because it¡¯s worth it.¡± Director Min replied.


    ¡°Still¡­.¡±


    ¡°I sleep in the car whenever I am on the move. That¡¯s enough.¡±


    Why do idols collapse when all their fatigue is resolved by sleeping? When he was still a student in the security department, he also worked part-time at a broadcasting station for an experience. No matter how good the job is, if the march continues, he will eventually collapse. Even if Executive Director Min does not go on an extreme diet like an idol, he¡¯s still concerned.


    ¡®But why am I so worried?¡¯


    The answer to the question that came to mind immediately followed. When the Executive Director Min collapses, many people are in trouble. All the Taewon TIC projects will stop, and there is a high possibility of incurring a loss.


    When there is a loss, the chairman becomes very uncomfortable. At the same time, the atmosphere in the house will subside, and the aftermath will affect Jun-Kyung as well.


    He also lives together as a prospective spouse. As long as he was born as a normal person, it was natural to worry about the person living in front of him, and it was also his duty as a normal member of society.


    It seemed as if he now knew why the wives of the chaebols were quick to take all kinds of nutritional supplements and nourishing tonics. Should he contact madam separately? She will probably like it.


    Jun-Kyung was thinking about something else, so he wasn¡¯t conscious of what kind of expression he was making. Hyun-Seung Min added that he didn¡¯t have to worry too much.


    ¡°Relieving mental fatigue is more important than physical fatigue.¡±


    Mental fatigue means that your head is complicated and your head hurts. Company work or marriage? Or both? It seems that all his inner feelings were revealed on his face because Executive Director Min¡¯s mouth was slightly relaxed.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know whether you will believe¡­. but I feel most comfortable to sit down and eat together with Jun-Kyung.¡±


    While holding his spoon, Jun-kyung glanced at Executive Director Min. He was confused as to how he should react to his words. Is there any other opponent as ambiguous as Executive Director Min?


    If Director Min is a comfortable friend or colleague, Jun-Kyung can return the kind remarks back. If Jun-Kyung is having a difficult meal with a boss or an employer, he could use flattery as a way to survive.


    However, Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t think the former will sound very good to Hyun-Seung Min, and the latter will also not be very good because Executive Director Min himself wants to live as an equal spouse.


    ¡°If it were me, I would sleep an hour more. Sleep may be better than eating.¡±


    As a result, pure honesty came out. In difficult situations, it is best to handle it in moderation.


    ¡°No. It¡¯s not like that. You can both eat and sleep.¡±


    What a comforting sound. A person who has slept all night eats a carefully prepared meal and goes back to sleep. Executive Director Min, who has been a VIP since he was born, didn¡¯t seem to be angry with such a carnivore.


    Jun-Kyung suddenly had a question. Does he even prepare such a hearty breakfast for Lee Si-Eun?


    It¡¯s not like they are in a real relationship. There is no way that such a woman hasn¡¯t received a table set up by him when they are in a personal relationship.


    ¡®Let¡¯s just eat rice.¡¯


    Jun-kyung consciously stopped the thoughts that stretched out uncontrollably. Useless thoughts only make the rice taste worse.


    ***


    The day of the meeting arrived much sooner than it felt. At the request of his parents, he arrived at the hotel an hour earlier than the scheduled time. Hyun-Seung Min was scheduled to arrive separately later. The moment he arrived at the hotel cafe, someone raised their hands to beckon.


    ¡°Junkyung-ah.¡±


    His mother, who used to wear sporty clothes, suddenly wore a black two-piece suit that he had never seen. Such a person who often jokes about wearing sneakers even in the mother¡¯s belly was now wearing heels. She who didn¡¯t even wear anything other than rings and bracelets and said it was stuffy has now even put on earrings and necklace today.


    Also the same goes for his father. As a person who has been in business all his life, he often goes back and forth between clients, so when he opens his closet, all he sees is a shirt and wrinkle-free pants. There was only one suit for summer and one for winter, and it was for various weddings and funerals.


    It was the first time such a person had worn a three-piece suit with a perfect setting, from tiepins to cuff-links. His hair was overturned, and the grayish sideburns were heavily dyed with black ink, like a wig.


    ¡°¡­.Who are you?¡±


    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t play around and sit down.¡±


    ¡°No, what are you dressed up for?¡±


    ¡°Why? Is it weird?¡±


    ¡°No, it¡¯s not weird¡­.no, it¡¯s weird.¡±


    Jun-Kyung told his mother his honest feelings. His father drank up the already almost empty iced Americano until the end.


    ¡°What is strange? To meet Chairman Taewon and his wife, you have to have the basics.¡±


    His father said it casually, but the beat was a little faster than usual. His mother also checked her hair and makeup while looking at the mirror. They both seemed quite nervous.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry too much. The chairman and his wife are friendly.¡±


    His father just looked around for no reason.


    ¡°It¡¯s not a matter of social etiquette, but if you made someone else¡¯s precious son like that, then as a father, I should say something bitter. I came out with great determination.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t do that. It¡¯s because we are two adults who are dating¡±.


    Jun-Kyung get a little upset every time he says this. He reflexively reached out for his mom¡¯s Americano.


    ¡°Can you drink coffee?¡±


    ¡°Oh, I was told not to drink.¡±


    ¡°Drink water.¡±


    His Mother held out a glass of water. Jun-Kyung empty the lukewarm water to the end and look at his father.


    ¡°Executive Director Min can¡¯t even move in front of Chairman. Dad can¡¯t win.¡±


    ¡°No, you still have to follow the rules.¡±


    ¡°What if they cancel marriage after you argue for nothing? Are you not going to get married?¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother inquired sharply. His father pouted his mouth. Marriage will happen no matter what, but Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t dare say it.


    ¡°Where is your brother?¡±


    ¡°He went out last night to meet a friend, and I haven¡¯t heard from him until this morning.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents checked every single question on what to ask at the meeting. Wedding venues, wedding ceremonies and gifts, etc. It sounded like someone else¡¯s business.


    Jun-kyung pretended to listen and answered with a dry voice. ¡°Madam told me not to worry. She said she¡¯d take care of everything.¡±


    ¡°Still. We have to do what we have to do. We also have a list of guests.¡±


    How many guests are they planning to invite? Jun-Kyung wanted to play it as quietly as possible, but his parents did not agree at all. It was clear that they saw it as an excellent opportunity to collect the subsidies he had sown in his life. Jun-Kyung was getting more tired, so he sighed deeply.

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    While the two of them were discussing passionately except for those who are not interested in marriage, Jun-Kyung looked around the cafe with a sneer. Since he was sitting on the side facing the entrance, people coming and going naturally caught his eye.


    At the entrance of the cafe decorated with gold metal and marble, a glamorous person like a model from a magazine entered. His eyes automatically turned towards that person. She wore a rich black blouse and a bright floral skirt with a tight waist and a neat bob. Despite her low shoes, she stands out for her slender stature. Someone greeted her.


    ¡°Hello, miss.¡±


    The two sat down at a table for two near the entrance, together with a woman who looked like an office worker. The lady, who sat on the side facing Jun-Kyung, smiled very elegantly from her sitting posture to her voice ordering drinks. It was evident that she was from the upper class.


    Bzzt. Bzzt.


    The phone rang. It was Executive Director Min.


    ¡ªWhere are you?


    ¡°We are in the lobby cafe. I will come out now.¡±


    ¡ªOkay.


    As soon as the simple phone call was over, his parents, who checked the time, stood up nervously and resolutely just like the examinees before the entrance exam.


    As Jun-Kyung stepped out of the entrance, he naturally glanced at the two people he had watched earlier. It feels good to watch pretty people. It was a natural instinct as a man.


    ¡®I can¡¯t believe I am looking at a woman even though I am pregnant.¡¯


    It¡¯s terrifying, but what can he do? It¡¯s not entirely his fault.


    As soon as he left the cafe entrance, he saw Executive Director Min approaching from afar. Thanks to his over-sized physique and overwhelming aura, passing hotel guests spyed on him or looked at him openly. As a giant Siberian tiger passes by, people automatically look at it. That is as natural as Jun-Kyung admiring a beautiful woman.


    Director Min blinked slightly at Jun-kyung and bowed politely to his father.


    ¡°Hello, Father.¡±


    ¡°Uh, Executive Director Min. No, son-in-law.¡±


    Because of his father who dared to use this awkward name, Jun-Kyung coughed in vain. Unlike his squeamish father, his mother rejoiced like a fan of the idol she had cherished all her life. Maybe it¡¯s because he¡¯s a handsome man.


    ¡°Min Seobang, isn¡¯t the road blocked on your way?¡± (T/N: Seobang means son-in-law but in a cute and close way).


    ¡°No. I came here comfortably.¡±


    Thanks to his mother who spoke informally and naturally, Jun-kyung and his father looked at each other at the same time. It was over when his mother said, ¡°Oh, I¡¯m going to the bathroom. Wait a minute,¡± as she left the three of them.


    ¡°Have your parents arrived yet?¡± Jun-Kyung asked.


    ¡°I just got a call that they have arrived.¡±


    ¡°Why is he so busy now? He has to come here in advance.¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s father was just grunting. There were still five minutes left until the appointed time. Just as he was about to say so, someone approached him.


    ¡°As expected, I was right.¡±


    At the sound of a slightly husky yet gentle voice, the three of them looked back at the same time. Surprisingly, it was the same lady that Jun-Kyung had been watching.


    ¡°Min Hyun-Seung.¡±


    She smiled broadly and at the same time opened her arms and embraced Director Min. Jun-Kyung became numb for a moment. His jaw dropped as he lost his strength and his mouth opened. The father, who came to his senses first, grabbed his arm.


    ¡°Who?¡± It was not Executive Director Min who answered his father¡¯s question. With her bright smile, she tilted her head at her angle.


    ¡°Hello. I¡¯m Hyun-Seung¡¯s friend.¡±


    ¡°Oh, is it?¡± The bright greeting of the beautiful woman blocked his father¡¯s speech.


    ¡°Did I interrupt your work?¡±


    ¡°No.¡± Director Min denied it. In an instant, strength entered Jun-kyung¡¯s eyes. He silently watched the nearby Executive Director Min.


    ¡°It¡¯s much more important than work. It¡¯s a meeting.¡±


    ¡°What? Meeting?¡±


    The opponent, who was still hanging on Executive Director Min¡¯s arm, looked at Jun-Kyung. He reflexively raised the corners of his lips and used his work smile.


    ¡°Go down a little.¡±


    Executive Director Min pushed the person who was clinging to him. The intruder, recognizing the situation, trembled with fuss belatedly.


    ¡°I guess they are here for a meeting. It¡¯s so nice to see a friend after a long time that I made a mistake. I¡¯m sorry, what should I do?¡±


    She apologized to Jun-Kyung¡¯s father as if she was not sorry at all to Director Min and Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Well, it could happen.¡±


    His father took the apology by mistake. The opponent, who did not intend to leave even after an apology, completely ignored Jun-Kyung and asked Executive Director Min.


    ¡°Then your parents will be here too?¡±


    ¡°She is waiting for you.¡± Executive Director Min threw his gaze towards the cafe entrance. Jun-Kyung and his father looked back, but the person concerned did not even care.


    ¡°It¡¯s a meeting, so you can wait a little.¡±


    It was an insulting remark. At the far end, Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother appeared. It was just the right time for her.


    ¡°Mom is here.¡± Jun-Kyung pushed his father¡¯s back slightly and headed toward his mother. ¡°We will go first. Say hello and come back.¡±


    Jun-Kyung showed a hospitality smile towards Executive Director Min. Hyun-Seung said he would go with him, but Jun-Kyung pretended not to hear. If you¡¯re coming with me, take off the person attached to you like a leech.


    ¡°Who is it?¡±


    ¡°His friend.¡±


    ¡°Is it someone you know?¡± Jun-Kyung shook his head at his mother¡¯s question. He thought about the outspokenness of the other party and the gentle low attitude of the Executive Director Min as if he was helpless to it. She was probably the one who cried while talking on the phone. He has to run to appease her before dinner is ready.


    Upon entering the Korean restaurant where he could hear the gentle sound of water, the staff immediately recognized them and guided them to a separate space. As soon as he stood in front of the private room, a great energy hit him from the side. It was the Executive Director Min. The wind blew through the hem of his clothes.


    ¡°You came quickly.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not a place to be late.¡±


    Executive Director Min, who was about to say something more, was unable to do so because an employee opened the door. Unlike the slightly dim hallway, the interior was very bright.


    Although there are no glass windows, there are large traditional hanok windows on each wall, each emitting a very bright light. A couple of white eggs were placed in the luxurious porcelain place here and there, and there was a decorative ceramic fountain next to it. There was also an oriental painting of a suitable size, a scroll, and a pavilion, etc. It was the perfect place for a meeting.


    The president and his wife, who were sitting in one of the banquet seats, immediately stood up. In particular, madam skipped her son, who would have been the first to stand out, and smiled brightly at Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Come in, Jun-Kyung.¡±


    ¡°Hello. I¡¯m Executive Director Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s father.¡±


    It was the chairman who met Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents. He suddenly smiled wildly and held out his hands to Jun-Kyung¡¯s father, unlike his usual fierce self.  Unlike his tense appearance earlier, Jun-Kyung¡¯s father, who was more determined than expected, held the hand of his future in-law.


    ¡°Hello, I¡¯m Jun-Kyung¡¯s father.¡±


    ¡°You have worked hard to come this far. Please sit this way.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    As soon as they sat down, the chairman picked up the small soju bottle.


    ¡°Do you drink alcohol?¡±


    ¡°I do, a little.¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s have a drink.¡±


    ¡°Well, thank you.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s father, who was determined to follow order and morality, was immediately bewitched. Glasses were passed before the others were even seated. No matter how you look at it, Chairman Min Chang-Heon is ten times more advanced.


    ¡°Nice to meet you.¡±


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    The president is wearing a suit similar to usual, but his wife is in an elegant hanbok. Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother, who had put her hand on her chest and dressed in a western style, greeted her with a look of bewilderment.


    ¡°Thank you for coming.¡±


    There was no other member of the National Assembly who held out his hand in the same way as the president did. It was completely different from the comfortable appearance he had shown at home.


    ¡°Our Jun-Kyung resembles her mother, so he¡¯s so handsome.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m very flattered. I wondered who Min Seobang looked like that he¡¯s so cool and wonderful, and now I know.¡±


    ¡®She doesn¡¯t know that¡¯s not my real mother?¡¯


    Director Min looked at Jun-Kyung and asked with his eyes. Jun-kyung also poked her mother¡¯s side in bewilderment. His mother¡¯s eyes, which were just smiling in greeting, became fierce.


    ¡°Why are you doing this when grown-ups say hello?¡±


    ¡°Please sit down.¡±


    The only person who didn¡¯t panic was madam. With her graceful smile consistently throughout, she offered a seat to his mother. Thanks to the polite and bright first greetings from the president and his wife, unnecessary tension was relieved from the meeting that could have been rigid.


    The four of them exchanged business cards and the conversation blossomed. The agenda prepared today was, of course, for the two sons to be married.


    ¡°I did not know that my in-law was such an easygoing person. In addition, the future of our people will be brighter because you are the economic growth of our country.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s just a gimmick. Haha. Our Executive Director Min is a bit blunt because he looks so much like me, but Jun-kyung was by my side and took good care of me, so I let it go. Every time I saw how kind and polite he was, I wondered what kind of people raised such an upright young man.¡±


    The two fathers were busy talking to each other with their son as an excuse, but the married people were just listening. The chairman and Jun-Kyung¡¯s father empty the soju bottle quickly and share another bottle.


    Discussing marriage details was already behind the scenes. From the economy in general to recent politics and stock trends, the two had conversations that had nothing to do with the meeting. His mother and madam were faithful to the purpose of the meeting. But it¡¯s because they remain too faithful that Jun-kyung feels troubled just hearing it.


    ¡°It seems that the newlyweds have already prepared between themselves.¡±


    There was a bit of awkwardness in the expressions ¡®newlyweds¡¯ and ¡®between them¡¯. It is home appliances that was originally in the house of Executive Director Min and was used purely by Hyun-Seung Min himself.


    ¡°I heard that it is not necessary to change it because it is a new product that you just bought, right?¡±


    ¡°Yes. If you need anything, tell me right away.¡±


    After receiving the words of madam, Executive Director Min tossed towards Jun-Kyung. Jun-kyung, who listened silently, shook his head.


    ¡°Not at all. I like it the way it is.¡±

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    ¡°What about furniture?¡±


    ¡°Furniture too.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s still a newlywed house. You should at least get a new bed.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother gently persuaded. Jun-Kyung tried to tell her that the bed was top-notch, so she didn¡¯t need to change it, but then he met her eyes and closed his mouth. It¡¯s because he received powerful telepathy. The bed changes no matter what. Jun-Kyung decided to do what he was told.


    The parents continue the topics that he didn¡¯t really care about. The wedding venue seemed to have already been arranged at the hotel. He¡¯s an affiliate of who is close with the chairman. Therefore, despite his busy schedule, he was able to hold the grand banquet hall.


    ¡°I wondered if we should make it in a grand way. But the children¡¯s opinions are important.¡±


    ¡°A good marriage should be big. Of course, as you said, we have to talk to the kids too.¡±


    This was Junkyung¡¯s marriage, but it was also his mom¡¯s first marriage for her son. Marriage is just marriage. Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t care much about order.


    However, there seemed to be a huge difference between the two. They emphasized that their opinions are important, but they did not ask Hyun-Seung Min or Jun-kyung about the size of the wedding, even the mother-in-law.


    Regardless of the worries Jun-Kyung had in advance, the atmosphere throughout the meeting was always good. As expected, it was decided that the wedding hall, gifts, and ceremonies were prepared at a minimum, and most of the necessary things were taken care of by the chairman¡¯s wife.


    A simple commoner with only one building. It¡¯s a great thing for others to hear as that was the goal closer to the common people. However, compared to the wealth and expenditure of the Taewon group, it was nothing.


    Even his mother, who was at first a little proud, heard of the multi-billion-dollar watch and a range of jewelery arrangements, she quickly put it down. The only preparations to be made from her side were a new bed and a couple of blankets for Jun-Kyung and Hyun-Seung Min. That alone was at the level of an ordinary preliminary budget.


    While mothers check the details, fathers keep drinking. It was fortunate that his father was quite a drinker. When the person who had thought that they would argue with each other actually met the chairman, they were laughing and hugging each other by the time the seats were being arranged. It was fortunate that Jun-Kyung¡¯s father was like his older brother. Only when the older brother is good can the family tree of honor be less twisted.


    ¡°Okay, then. See you next week.¡±


    ¡°Yes, hyung.¡±


    When did they make another appointment? It was not heard in detail, but the mothers were also in the mood to meet separately soon. Director Min asked while quietly following the adults in front of them.


    ¡°Is this what marriage is supposed to be like?¡±


    When Jun-Kyung asked what he meant, Executive Director Min answered with a slightly tired look.


    ¡°I am the one who is getting married, but somehow it doesn¡¯t seem like my job.¡±


    ¡°Me too.¡±


    There is a saying that if the funeral is for the children, the wedding is for the parents. But this is a bit too much.


    ¡°I¡¯m glad I was able to live separately.¡±


    ¡°I think so, too.¡±


    Executive Director Min, who was silent for a moment, said something creepy.


    ¡°If my mother calls you to come, call me right away. I¡¯m going to stop it.¡±


    ¡°Me too. I don¡¯t think my mother would call Hyun-Seung, but if anything like that happens, please contact me.¡±


    At this moment, he was convinced that no one could understand Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s feelings better than Jun-Kyung himself. Thanks to the parents, Jun-Kyung can form a common facade with Director Min.


    Chairman Min Chang-Heon, the eldest and the richest of the participants, gladly paid for it. From the beginning to the end, the two parties simply stayed silent and followed suit. It was quite comfortable.


    Jun-Kyung was about to pass the lobby after being guided by the staff as he left the restaurant.


    ¡°Hello. Father, mother.¡±


    A fresh, lively, and at the same time, a voice that goes against Jun-Kyung¡¯s nerves flew in.


    There are many fathers and mothers here. At the same time, four pairs of eyes looked in one direction. Judging by the unraveling expression, the winner was madam. Even if it wasn¡¯t, the woman who smiled brightly brightened up as if she had seen an angel.


    ¡°Oh my, Si-Eun.¡± The president also turned his head to the high-pitched call of excitement.


    ¡°Lee Si-Eun, what are you doing here?¡±


    Again, Si-Eun Lee. Jun-Kyung¡¯s prediction was too good. He smiled bitterly.


    ¡°I stopped by here for work, but I can see Hyun-Seung because of it.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean? Hyun-Seung is so tall that you can¡¯t help but see him.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s nice to see my mother and father thanks to that.¡±


    As she did a while ago, Si-Eun Lee treated Jun-kyung and his parents as invisible people. Apart from the always friendly madam, the chairman¡¯s attitude was surprising. He had quite a bit of liquor and his laughter seemed so sweet for something that naturally came out in a good mood. In addition to calling Executive Director Min¡¯s name informally and calling them as parents, what could the relationship be?


    ¡°It¡¯s nice to see you after a long time. Is everything all right? How are you?¡±


    ¡°It always is. How about your mother and father? Is everything well?¡±


    ¡°Yes, thanks to you, I¡¯m doing well. You look really good.¡±


    ¡°Thanks to the chairman.¡±


    The atmosphere became very lively. The meeting at the cafe can be called a coincidence. However, the second meeting is suspicious to just be a coincidence. Did she wait on purpose?


    Jun-Kyung glanced at Executive Director Min. He was in mercury mannequin mode, so it was hard to notice the subtle differences. Could it be that they contacted separately during the meeting? Or he may have told her beforehand. I am going to wrap up by now so wait.


    ¡°How are you doing these days?¡±


    ¡°I am preparing for the exhibition. Here is a gallery.¡±


    ¡°Do you want to paint again?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Madam applauded and was very happy.


    ¡°That¡¯s good. Let me know when the exhibition opens. I must see Si-Eun¡¯s drawings.¡±


    ¡°Of course, I will send you an invitation first. Father is coming too, right?¡±


    ¡°If it¡¯s Si-Eun¡¯s exhibition, I should go.¡±


    ¡°I need you to buy my painting.¡±


    ¡°Haha. All right, as much as you want.¡±


    Only after receiving the big promise did Lee Si-Eun cast her eyes on the people standing around.


    ¡°Am I not wasting too much time?¡±


    ¡°No, no. If it¡¯s Si-eun, we can spare as much time as she wants. By the way, say hello. They will be our in-laws.¡±


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    Following the chairman¡¯s introductions, Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents greeted her with a smile as a courtesy.


    ¡°She is my friend¡¯s daughter. I¡¯ve known her since childhood, so she¡¯s just like a daughter.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡± Relief can be seen in Jun-Kyung father¡¯s eyes.


    ¡°You said you were having a meeting, so how come you didn¡¯t contact me? I was surprised when I saw you in front earlier.¡±


    ¡°It must have been because he¡¯s in a rush to schedule.¡±


    The chairman rarely defends Executive Director Min. Si-Eun Lee pretended to be sulking and complained to Hyun-Seung.


    The hotel staff approached and informed that the car was ready.


    ¡°Before the traffic jams, we¡¯ll go first.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents wanted to leave first. It was weird to stay on. Naturally, the chairman and his wife moved quickly.


    The adults each got into the prepared car. Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother sat in the driver¡¯s seat because his father was drinking. Madam saw his parents off until the very end. ¡°Go with caution.¡±


    ¡°You too.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s parents¡¯car went out first and the chairman¡¯s huge limousine came in. According to the secretary¡¯s protocol, the president got into the car first, and his wife looked around at Jun-kyung and Director Min.


    ¡°What about you guys?¡±


    ¡°I will go with my car.¡±


    ¡°Go home safely. Si-Eun too.¡±


    The car carrying the chairman and his wife drove out of the hotel. In the midst of this, Si-Eun Lee stayed at the side as if she was the party involved. She didn¡¯t seem to want to go.


    Executive Director Min asked the hotel staff for a car. It was just after lunch, so they had to wait a bit because there were a lot of cars leaving the hotel.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t even hear that you have a girlfriend.¡±


    ¡°I never said girlfriend.¡±


    ¡°What if she¡¯s not a girlfriend? Does that mean she¡¯s a boyfriend?¡±


    Lee Si-eun, who had just laughed, sensed the awkward atmosphere and smiled.


    ¡°Maybe this person?¡±


    She widened her eyes as if she just found Jun-Kyung. As she saw his parents off, naturally it was revealed that Jun-Kyung is their son, and the chairman and his wife also looked after Executive director Min and Jun-Kyung.


    What did she think of the relationship between them after seeing it? She doesn¡¯t look stupid. Is she doing that on purpose?


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to introduce yourself?¡±


    Only after receiving a direct request did Executive Director Min react mechanically.


    ¡°Say hi, this is Si-Eun Lee, whom I have known since childhood. This is my fianc¨¦e, Ho Jun-Kyung.¡±


    ¡°You didn¡¯t say it was a man. I thought she was a woman because you said she was pregnant. Are you a male Omega?¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s in front of you. Mind your words.¡± Mercury mannequins rarely showed displeasure.


    ¡°Nice to meet you. My name is Jun-Kyung Ho.


    ¡°Hello, my name is Si-Eun Lee.¡±


    Si-Eun Lee looked at Jun-kyung with very interesting eyes. Looking at the way she speaks, she is the same age as Executive Director Min, but she didn¡¯t look like that at all. Rather, she looked younger than Jun-kyung. Is it the power of management?


    ¡°I heard you are pregnant, but it doesn¡¯t show at all.¡±


    ¡°Yeah.¡±


    He doesn¡¯t want to talk about this outside. In fact, people waiting for a car nearby turned to look at Jun-kyung.


    A male omega. I¡¯ve never seen one before. The words that he had been hearing for a long time echoed vividly in his ears. It wasn¡¯t the actual words of the hotel guests, but the memories engraved in his mind.


    He felt embarrassed without doing anything wrong. He becomes restless. He hated the curious gazes of others.


    ¡°Lee Si-Eun, why are you acting like this?¡±


    A low, cold voice was heard. Executive Director Min moved and soon covered Jun-Kyung naturally. Others don¡¯t know, but at least Lee Si-Eun understood Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s attitude as clearly as Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Me? What am I doing?¡±


    ¡°You are acting like an uneducated person.¡±

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    ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    A sharp answer came back at once. The polite smile that Jun-Kyung¡¯s been wearing the whole time was gone. Executive Director Min was too straightforward. He expressed his displeasure to such an extent that it is terrifying that it¡¯s hard to feel they were close.


    It was not clear what kind of eyes Hyun-Seung Min was looking at from Jun-Kyung¡¯s position but seeing Lee Si-Eun who was frozen, Jun-Kyung guessed that it was frightening.


    ¡°Do you like him that much that you hid from me and didn¡¯t even tell me about the date of the meeting?¡±


    Considering what she did, it was an overreaction. The eyes looking at Executive Director Min were like a wounded beast.


    ¡°If it was something you needed to know, I would have told you.¡±


    The arctic wind doesn¡¯t seem to get any colder than this. To be honest, Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t in a good mood because of Lee Si-Eun. Obviously, it¡¯s Lee Si-Eun¡¯s fault for what happened earlier. Knowing the relationship between the two, Executive Director Min seemed too cold as a man, so it was a little ¡­trashy.


    ¡®The two of you were dating first, but if you suddenly act that way, she will cry. Talk nice.¡¯


    After all, there was a reason why she was stubborn and crying at that time. Since the two of them are like that, she will naturally feel betrayed. Still, upper-class VIPs tend to separate love and marriage, so if he talks well, she might understand. If he cuts it off in such a cool way, their pride will be hurt and distraughted. Or is Lee Si-Eun sincere unlike Executive Director Min?


    Anyway, it was clear that Executive Director Min did not know that she would show up at a meeting as shown in a weekend drama. Thinking about it that way made Jun-Kyung feel less bad.


    A familiar silver sedan stood at the front door of the hotel via the driveway. Before the employee opened the door, Executive Director Min opened the passenger seat. Jun-Kyung and Lee Si-Eun moved at the same time. Their eyes met.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung, get in.¡±


    It was the Executive Director of a large corporation with sociopath tendencies that handle the delicate situation. Jun-kyung smiled politely, nodded Lee Si-Eun a little, and immediately climbed into the passenger seat.


    ¡°Do I sit in the back seat?¡± Lee Si-Eun asked.


    ¡°No. You have your own car.¡±


    ¡°I was drunk earlier.¡±


    ¡°And?¡±


    Executive Director Min, who was just about to get into the driver¡¯s seat, called the hotel staff.


    ¡°Did you hear that? Please don¡¯t let her drive drunk.¡±


    ¡°Yes, sir.¡±


    Wow. Jun-Kyung thought this was the North Pole and not Korea. He looked at Lee Si-Eun through the side mirror. Her face was speechless. Seeing the pretty woman standing like that made him sympathize. It was his instinct as a man. He couldn¡¯t help it.


    If it wasn¡¯t for a strangely twisted relationship, or if he wasn¡¯t an Omega, he would have recommended her a drink to forget this trashy man.


    ¡°Wasting time needlessly.¡±


    The large garbage on the driver¡¯s seat snorted briefly as if it were bothersome. As the sedan with the two of them left the hotel, Si-Eun Lee watched with a very sad look. It was uncomfortable. The feeling of suffocation itself is also very bad. He thought for a moment as to why it was awkward. A common-sense answer came to mind.


    Executive Director Min volunteered to be the father of the future child. He also proposed marriage. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t ask to do that, but he agreed to the proposal.


    He is now a roommate who shares a bed and has just finished a meeting with the elders of both families. Jun-Kyung thought they would pretend and each go their separate ways, but Executive Director Min wanted a ¡®real marital relationship¡¯.


    ¡®He kissed me too. Many times.¡¯


    Jun-Kyung was also told that if he wasn¡¯t pregnant right now, he¡¯d do something more. Such a man has a very close relationship with his prospective spouse. Even the parents are close to each other. At this point, it¡¯s weird to be unsatisfied, common sense.


    At the same time, Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart ached for no reason at the cold attitude Director Min had just shown. One day this marriage will end. There is no way of knowing that the person standing alone at the entrance of the hotel would not be himself.


    He can¡¯t become serious about a mercury mannequin who wields inhumanity. It¡¯s just that life doesn¡¯t go the way you wanted it to. Is there anyone else who realizes the simple truth in such a shocking way as Jun-Kyung?


    Also, since they lived face to face, Jun-Kyung naturally became attached. He doesn¡¯t like it when Director Min puts him in the background and takes care of others first, even though it is a fraudulent marriage that started only on condition without any affection. Should he say that he feels strangely alienated?


    ¡®It will be more when we become a real couple.¡¯


    Maybe Jun-Kyung should know what kind of relationship Hyun-Seung Min has with the other person. He had a strong feeling that he would see Lee Si-Eun frequently throughout his marriage.


    His thoughts became more firm.


    ¡°You must be very close.¡±


    ¡°Who?¡±


    ¡°Hyun-Seung and Lee Si-Eun.¡±


    He tried to keep the tone as normal as possible. When their eyes met, he felt that his pulse was getting faster, so he pretended to be looking at the scenery outside the window and focused on the change in the facial expression of Director Min using the side mirror. His profile, looking ahead, was the same as usual.


    ¡°Why do you think so?¡±


    There was no emotion or slight agitation in the reply that came back. It is as if such a thing happened. An unpleasant feeling was added to the awkwardness. Anyone can see this is a strange relationship, but is he the only one who cares?


    ¡°I rarely see anyone who treats Hyun-Seung so casually.¡±


    ¡°How am I usually?¡±


    Why is the conversation popping up like this again? Is he changing the subject on purpose?


    If it was Lee Si-Eun, she would have asked him why he didn¡¯t answer the question and instead changed the subject to the wrong place. But Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t.


    Late afternoon, the city was very crowded. The car was stopped repeatedly.The procession of cars lining up through the city added to the frustration.


    ¡°How do you feel?¡±


    He knows it well, but he just has to ask Jun-Kyung what he thinks. To be honest, it¡¯s hard to come up with good answers in this kind of situation.


    ¡°It¡¯s hard for other people to be comfortable around you.¡±


    ¡°Am I that uncomfortable?¡±


    ¡°A little¡­because you are so charismatic. You are manly.¡±


    If they were friends, Jun-Kyung would say, ¡®Do you not look in the mirror? You look absolutely bloody, so who could be comfortable with you?¡¯ It could be explained so easily.


    ¡°Do you think so, Jun-kyung?¡±


    Did Director Min not hear what he just said? Did he say what it was like from another person¡¯s perspective? The representative of that ¡®other person¡¯ is Jun-kyung Ho, himself. He tried to put in good words, but his will is disappearing. Still, he held on to his spirit.


    ¡°At first, it was uncomfortable and awkward.¡±


    In fact, it was still quite uncomfortable. That said, he couldn¡¯t say it straight-forward, so he looked around. He hoped that the wrong reply wouldn¡¯t come back, but the senior executive of large corporations with psychopathic tendencies ignored the wishes of ordinary people.


    ¡°Then you mean it¡¯s not anymore?¡±


    Jun-Kyung pondered for a while whether to speak openly or not, but in the end his mouth did not move.


    He doesn¡¯t know what the silence indicates, but Executive Director Min suddenly turned his head to look at Jun-Kyung. Why is he doing this? It just like they were in a snowball fight.


    As the car stopped moving, the car behind them honked his horn. It was Executive Director Min who avoided eye contact with him first. He couldn¡¯t help it because he needs to pay attention to driving.


    Due to the delayed departure, they had to wait for the next signal in front of the crosswalk. The driver behind the car will be furious. The same goes for Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Mr. Ho Jun-Kyung.¡±


    At the call of his full name, he reflexively turned his head to see Director Min. Then, Executive Director Min suddenly came toward Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    No matter how large a sedan is, as long as it sits in the passenger seat, it cannot get away from the driver without limitation. They were in the 10-lane road in the middle of a large city. It wasn¡¯t night either, it was broad daylight with the sunlight touching the body clearly. Countless passersby come and go at a distance of less than 2 meters.


    Cold.


    Their lips pressed, and there was a rather sultry sound. At the same time as the liver got cold, the nape of the neck became stiff. If Jun-Kyung hadn¡¯t frozen his muscles because he was so surprised, there is a high chance he would have swung his fists.


    Even though it is a space with just the two of them, the car has windows on all sides to secure visibility. No matter how dark the tinting is, you can see it if you look closely. At least, it is a structure in which the person inside cannot but be conscious of the brightness outside.


    Thankfully, most of the people crossing the crosswalk were preoccupied with their cell phones, so there was no eye-to-eye contact.


    Above all, it was ridiculous because the timing was so random. Until recently, there was a fierce snow fight. He was shocked without being prepared at all, so he couldn¡¯t even explain why this was happening. Jun-Kyung just opened his eyes wide and stared at him like a madman.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been wanting to do it for a while, but I¡¯ve been holding it in.¡±


    Who asked?


    ¡°I want to be closer than now.¡±


    Who asked?


    Pretending to rest his chin, Jun-Kyung wiped his lips with the back of his hand. The nape of his neck was strangely hot, whether it was because the sun was hot, or the tension broke out without notice and there was something wrong with his body.


    He is a genius in business. With one kiss, the story of Lee Si-Eun fell into place. If Jun-Kyung ask to go back to what they were talking about, it is easy to get a strange misunderstanding that he was jealous of Lee Si-Eun or something.


    It wouldn¡¯t be of any use if he was just asking because he felt uncomfortable and not due to jealousy. Anyway, this was a complete defeat.

 CH 50

    Jun-Kyung was conscious of his prospective spouse sitting in the driver¡¯s seat no matter how hard he tried not to. He couldn¡¯t look out the window perfectly, and he couldn¡¯t look straight, so he only looked at the side mirror on the passenger side for no reason.


    ¡°I hope the road will be cleared soon.¡±


    There was a sign of tapping the wheel with a slightly impatient look.


    Does he have to go back to the company? Or did it suddenly become uncomfortable with just the two of them?


    Various thoughts ran through Jun-Kyung¡¯s mind.


    It took them about an hour to get home, which would normally take 30 minutes. It was uncomfortable to be alone with the Executive Director Min in a small space, and at the same time, the inside of the car was stuffy and boring. Jun-Kyung got out of the car right away and headed home.


    It¡¯s a concrete building located under the mountain, so he took a breather as he entered the living room. Jun-Kyung was tired in many ways throughout the meeting. He took off his stuffy jacket and hung it on one side of the sofa.


    A comfortable sofa invited Jun-kyung into its arms. As he was about to dive first into its arm, Executive Director Min interrupted him. He grabbed Jun-Kyung from behind and quickly held his waist with both arms.


    What they did in the car was just a preview. Director Min¡¯s hot hands caressed his waist and back. The pants made of the finest materials could not cover the opponent¡¯s hard thighs at all. On the contrary, it added smoothness.


    Was this the essence of impatience? Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t expect it at all. He felt a certain frustration in the other person as he coveted Jun-Kyung¡¯s lips like a thirsty person. It was disconcerting to see in someone who drew a hard line to others. On the other hand, there was also a strange sense of satisfaction. It was similar to the pleasure felt when the losing game led to an unexpected reversal victory.


    Executive Director Min did not let Jun-Kyung go easily. He drove him into the corner. Jun-Kyung, who was pushed back slowly, was finally in the arms of the sofa as he had desired. However, Executive Director Min was also with him. The sofa, who had fully accepted the weight of the two of them, groaned softly instead of Jun-Kyung.


    ***


    Most of the things about the wedding were decided by the two mothers, and the parties involved were only notified. Executive Director Min had too strong of a character to include romance with the wedding itself while Jun-Kyung was not in the ideal situation in the first place.


    Even if the bad condition of a fraudulent contract is omitted, it is often unlikely to marry an alpha man as a male Omega. It was fortunate that he wasn¡¯t buried in a sense of shame.


    Two days after the meeting, the mothers of both families were rushed to the hospital. The doctor who had a foul mouth was as polite and courteous like never before.


    The fetus is healthy, but since he¡¯s a rare male omega, Jun-Kyung has been warned several times that stress is not allowed. In particular, there were warnings not to visit the house recklessly. It seemed that Executive Director Min had already put his hands on it. Nice.


    Jun-Kyung thought he could roll around comfortably. Instead of coming home, his mother chose to call him out.


    It¡¯s not good to stay at home too much. Come have lunch with me.


    Jun-Kyung left without thinking too much because he was bored and had nothing to do. But he had somewhere to stop before lunch.


    ¡°Where are we going?¡±


    ¡°Oh, there it is.¡±


    Picking up Jun-Kyung, his mother headed to the Imported Furniture store in Gangnam city.


    ¡°Let¡¯s just look at the bed and blanket for a while.¡±


    As she skillfully parked in the alleyway and saw his grinning mother, Jun-Kyung cried out inside. ¡®I¡¯m doomed.¡¯


    His mother seemed to have a great desire to show off his marriage with a chaebol, along with the joy of entering the super-high-end accessories store, which he usually just looked at. While choosing items, she even talked about how he¡¯s even pregnant with the child of a chaebol. It was Jun-Kyung¡¯s role to smile awkwardly and nod that it was true every time. She¡¯s not in one place, she runs all over the street.


    Then, the two had lunch at a restaurant. It was delicious, just not a very satisfying meal.


    After lunch, the shop tour continued again. After barely making the bed, Jun-Kyung was tired. His mom suggested staying till dinner, but Jun-Kyung shook his head.


    ¡°I¡¯ll drive you home then.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay. Executive Director Min decided to come pick me up.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    Jun-Kyung thought about going back alone, but his mother told him that she would wait in the cafe and see Executive Director Min. Jun-Kyung pushed back saying, ¡°I have to wait for a long time, so go ahead first¡±, but his mother asked back, ¡°What¡¯s the problem? What¡¯s wrong with wanting to see my son-in-law?¡±


    ¡°Why? Is your mother disturbing you on a date?¡±


    She laughed softly and teased him. When he said yes because he was choked up, the answer that came back was spectacular.


    ¡°Mom¡¯s wish is to have a double date with my son and his wife. Tell the Executive Director Min to hurry up and come.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s still business hours.¡±


    ¡°You said he was coming earlier. Don¡¯t tell me he can¡¯t make time for you before the wedding.¡±


    Then, she began to exaggerate the story by saying, ¡°If he already treats you like this, what will he do after having a child later?¡± She starts to tell Jun-Kyung about what he must do and how he should be firm regarding such things. It was embarrassing, absurd, and a disaster. Reluctantly, he sent a message explaining his predicament.


    [All right. I¡¯m leaving right now.]


    Of course, he was expecting a difficult reply, but Executive Director Min said he would gladly come out. Surprised, Jun-Kyung called right away. ¡°Aren¡¯t you busy?¡±


    ? A little bit?


    There was a sign of rushing from the other side. Jun-Kyung turned his head around and  whispered softly while his mother couldn¡¯t hear her.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to come in person. You¡¯re at work.¡±


    ?I¡¯ve done all the urgent things, and there¡¯s always a little left to do. It is much more important to look good in front of Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother.


    ¡°¡­Sorry, suddenly disturbing you while working.¡±


    ?It¡¯s nothing to be sorry about. It¡¯s rather enjoyable.


    The other person¡¯s voice sounds excited. Even if it¡¯s exciting, it¡¯s still low-pitched as if going up from the 10th basement to the 7th basement floor? Since he was coming anyway, Jun-Kyung took a picture of the cafe address and sent it.


    ¡°What did he say? Is he coming now?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    His mother smiled proudly at what was so satisfying. Jun-Kyung is not in a position to test Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s sincerity, but his mother doesn¡¯t know that.


    ¡®You don¡¯t know.¡¯


    What if she finds out that the child¡¯s biological father is a dead brother and that Executive Director Min proposed a marriage knowing that? It¡¯s a bad imagination, but if that happens, he hopes his parents will faint and lose their memories immediately. Otherwise, Jun-Kyung will be beaten with a club and grounded.


    Considering the distance between the company and the cafe and the busy traffic conditions, it seemed that it would take at least an hour. Before Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s arrival, he made a last-ditch effort to somehow get his mother back.


    ¡°What about father?¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s home.¡±


    ¡°What about dinner?¡±


    ¡°He¡¯ll take care of himself.¡±


    ¡°No, how do you eat alone? It¡¯s lonely.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve been cooking for you all my life, but you want me to cook even at this age? Even if you have a child, a son is still a son. You don¡¯t even think about how your mother has suffered all her life but only worries about your father?¡±


    The reaction was unexpectedly sharp. As she nearly closed her business and began to spend her old years managing one of her buildings, his mother grew nervous. Her main reason was that his father bothered her. There was a time when they had a very big fight over why they were opening a cafe at an old age.


    ¡°Is your father the only one retiring? Can¡¯t I retire until I die? And do I only do housework? I also took care of the business. Can¡¯t I get some food from our handsome and rich new son?¡±


    Jun-Kyung pressed the wrong button. He wasn¡¯t making excuses for his father. He regretted it, but it was already too late.


    ¡°No, it¡¯s not it. It¡¯s just that you usually care about father¡¯s meal.¡±


    ¡°I bought some ramen.¡±


    Jun-Kyung hoped it wasn¡¯t a small cup of ramen. Anyway, she¡¯s going to get dinner with her handsome and rich new son.


    The coffee was already finished, and when even the ice in the cup almost melted, a familiar silver sedan stopped on the road in front of the building. Is it okay for a high-end car to park so casually? At that moment, Executive Director Min got off the back seat. He was accompanied by a driving secretary. Jun-Kyung mother¡¯s expression brightened up.


    As soon as Director Min entered the cafe, the attention of people who had been spending time in the spacious cafe was drawn to him. The air was buzzing. Is he a celebrity? Model? Who? The gossiping voice made his mother even prouder.


    ¡°Min Seo-ban.¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother raised her hand at the person who had already found the two of them and was walking straight ahead. There was a high cheerful tone.


    ¡°Oh, my. I called you out of the blue. I was going to leave, but Jun-Kyung asked me to have dinner together.¡±


    Jun-Kyung stared at his mother at the baseless conspiracy. His biological mother ignored such a son and focused only on his handsome, wealthy new son.


    This was the first time he knew that his mother was such a good liar. Jun-Kyung stood up from his seat with a loss. His mother spread her shoulders and walked proudly towards the secretary waiting at the entrance. Her cleanup was the responsibility of the remaining people.


    Executive Director Min helped Jun-Kyung who was cleaning up the empty coffee cups. As usual, Executive Director Min casually took the tray from Jun-Kyung¡¯s hand and placed it on the cafe counter in his usual cool manner.


    In other places, he¡¯s not the type of person who does such trivial things, but in front of Jun-Kyung, he becomes a normal human being. Maybe it¡¯s a special treatment.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ¡°What are you thankful for?¡±


    He smiled at Jun-Kyung who was looking. If Jun-Kyung meets God, he wants to argue, ¡®why is it so unfair? If you mix physique, wealth, and considerations in one place, how do other ordinary men live?¡¯ Maybe that¡¯s why a handicap of being a spouse with someone else¡¯s child was added.


    Instead of giving a special explanation to Executive Director Min, Jun-Kyung headed for the car.

 CH 51

    The usual driver was now in the passenger seat and the person that was being driven is now in the driver¡¯s seat. Jun-Kyung and his mother took the back seat. It was a very strange seating arrangement. Fortunately, the vehicle stopped shortly after. They arrived at an expensive seafood restaurant with a large front yard parking lot in the middle of Gangnam city.


    It was like an ordinary parent-children relationship while eating seafood stew and sashimi, which means there was gonna be nagging while laughing.


    ¡°What do you, Min Seobang, do on your days off?¡±


    Min Seobang. Jun-Kyung want to die of embarrassment, but the person involved didn¡¯t mind.


    ¡°We are off on weekends and public holidays unless there are special events. I usually work out to cool my head.¡±


    ¡°There is a gym in the basement. It¡¯s very nice.¡±


    Without realizing it, Jun-Kyung was excited about the exercise and chipped in. Executive Director Min, who was sitting opposite Jun-Kyung, looked up.


    ¡°You saw?¡±


    ¡°Yes. On the first day when I look around the house.¡±


    ¡°Have you ever used it?¡± Director Min asked in a quiet tone as if there was no particular intention. It¡¯s a trap. He has to answer well.


    ¡°No, I¡¯d like to try it, but not yet.¡±


    ¡°Well done.¡±


    Director Min raised the corner of his mouth slightly toward Jun-Kyung who gave the correct answer. His mother nagged, ¡°What exercise during pregnancy.¡± Sometimes emotional nagging is much better when dealing with cold nagging. What had been slightly frozen quickly melted thanks to his mother¡¯s heat.


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother, who once started asking questions, asked many things about Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s private life such as when he has a day off, what are his hobbies, what kind of food he likes, etc. At first, Jun-Kyung thought that his mother was too talkative, but as he listened, Jun-Kyung was also subtly curious.


    ¡°I eat all kinds of food without hesitation. When I¡¯m not working out, I study about work and enjoy music.¡±


    Music. Suddenly, Jun-Kyung remembered the 3rd floor. It¡¯s an old piano and the sheet music also seemed to be used by Executive Director Min. Wait, he said that he enjoys music but didn¡¯t say he plays.


    Jun-Kyung wondered if he was still playing. Isn¡¯t a man who plays piano cool even from a man¡¯s perspective. Jun-Kyung wants to hear more about it, but his mother took the lead.


    ¡°Do you play golf?¡±


    ¡°If I am in good condition, I will get around 70.¡±


    ¡°70 as a hobby? You are semi-professional.¡±


    ¡°I am flattered.¡±


    The uninteresting golf talk continued. Jun-Kyung almost yawned when he mentioned a golf player whose name he didn¡¯t know well and how his performance was.


    Rather, he¡¯s more curious about how Hyun-Seung Min use the exercise equipment in the basement, how he manage his muscles, and whether he directly hit the 3rd floor piano keys with those big hands that make standard adult chopsticks for kids. (T/N: Jun-Kyung is comparing his hands to punishment sticks for children).


    But the real protagonist of this event was his mother, and Jun-kyung did not have the courage to interfere with such a mother.


    ¡°By the way, there is something I want to ask Min Seobang. Please don¡¯t feel too bad about it.¡±


    Saying not to think too badly means to say something bad. His mother even used half honorifics to warn in advance.


    While his mother placed the spoon down, Executive Director Min also neatly placed the chopsticks down. Jun-Kyung, not knowing what to say, quietly stared at his mother.


    ¡°There is a girl I met on the day of the meeting. Can you tell me in detail what the relationship is?¡±


    Ugh. Is she talking about Lee Si-Eun now? Here? Since when did she care? There was no such talk at all. Jun-Kyung was so startled that he hurriedly covered his mother¡¯s mouth.


    ¡°Mom, why are you talking like that? He said she is just a friend.¡±


    ¡°No, there is no way that a friend interferes with a meeting where both parents are present. Besides, to be honest, I don¡¯t think there are any friendships between men and women.¡±


    Jun-kyung¡¯s embarrassment grew even more as she drew in a cold attitude. He couldn¡¯t help but look at the other side.


    ¡®Ugh¡¯


    His heart was pounding. Executive Director Min¡¯s complexion was the same as when he saw the chairman. He was very serious and hard and at the same time cold as ice. Traces of emotions that were shown earlier have completely disappeared. His mother didn¡¯t mind at all, even when she looked at the expression on Executive Director Min¡¯s face.


    ¡°Mom, that¡¯s Executive Director Min¡¯s private life¡­¡±


    ¡°Hey, I am asking the Executive Director Min.¡±


    Parents are sometimes incredibly childish yet sometimes shockingly strong. He didn¡¯t know that a one-on-one battle with Executive Director Min would be possible. The direction of the victory was quickly decided. Executive Director Min bowed.


    ¡°She used to live next door when I was a kid. She is the daughter of a close friend of my parents, and the chairman considers her closer than his real nephew. That¡¯s why I didn¡¯t think too much of it. Sorry for the bad appearance.¡±


    ¡°Oh, really? I thought you two were dating.¡±


    ¡°Mom!¡±


    This time, Jun-Kyung also raised his voice. Although he himself had such doubts, it¡¯s a completely different matter to say it outwardly in front of the person involved. Goosebumps crept down his back.


    ¡°No, if the new groom who is about to get married has a close friend, he should check it out. These problems should be neatly addressed before marriage so that there is no trouble.¡± His mother was looking at Jun-Kyung, but the actual target was Executive Director Min. It was a tactic used by middle-aged people.


    Between his mother¡¯s indiscriminate attack and Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s chilling reaction, only Jun-Kyung died.


    ¡°That is correct. I should have explained it well before you pay attention to it. I¡¯m sorry to have you bring it up yourself.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t care if I just learn about it now. Jun-Kyung is really into Min Seobang, so I believe that Min Seobang will take care of everything appropriately, but Jun-Kyung has a suspicion on the inside and can¡¯t confirm it, so I, as his mother, has to step in. Please understand that.¡±


    Who is obsessed with who? Also, he never asked his mother to look into this. No, Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t open his mouth about Lee Si-Eun in the first place, so when she spoke as if Jun-Kyung asked it on purpose, it was beyond absurd and unfair.


    Just as he opened his mouth and thinking about how he can cover this old lady¡¯s mouth, his eyes met with Executive Director Min. His eyes could burn in an instant as it was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. It was as if the anger was targeted toward the shameless culprit next to her.


    The dinner, which was terribly disturbing from the start, was utterly ruined thanks to his mother. The person who threw the bomb was relieved, perhaps because Director Min had relieved her uneasiness.


    The driver decided to drive Jun-Kyung mother¡¯s car and drive her home. His mother lowered her window as if she was satisfied.


    ¡°I had a good dinner tonight.¡±


    ¡°Go home safely.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, Min Seobang too. Be careful driving. Jun-Kyung, call me when you get home.¡±


    After his mother left, Jun-Kyung got into the car parked in front of the restaurant. Director Min started the engine and went straight into the street. Knowing that the air was bad, Jun-kyung had to roll down the window. He was exhausted to the point of dying.


    Thanks to his mother, it was difficult to estimate how angry Executive Director Min must have been. Seriously, why would she say something like that?


    ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m feeling a little queasy. I think I ate too much.¡±


    ¡°You ate less than usual.¡±


    Then, let¡¯s just move on. . And why does he remember how much other people eat?


    ¡°I think the Katsu I ate with my mother during the day must have not been digested yet.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I can¡¯t give you digestive medicine for the time being. Instead, I have a digestive medicine prescribed for Jun-Kyung at home, so hang in there.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    When did he prepare something like that? He¡¯s thorough in any case. Thanks to that, it¡¯s not easy to get around him. As soon as Jun-Kyung gets there, he has to start taking medicines that he didn¡¯t need to take.


    On the other hand, it was also a way to pretend to be sick. Jun-Kyung put his arm on the window frame and tilted his head. He probably wouldn¡¯t argue with someone who was upset. Jun-Kyung closed his eyes and sighed even more deeply.


    As they left Gangnam, the road was cleared. He was trying to focus on the night view, but it was night, so Hyun-Seung Min was reflected in the window very well. The blunt expression was colder today.


    Should he pretend to be sick until tomorrow? The key was to pretend to be sick enough not to be taken to the hospital.


    The streetlights repeatedly brightened and darkened as they passed by. He prayed that they would quietly enter the house in the north of the Han Riiver.


    ¡°About Lee Si-Eun¡­¡±


    He begged so much but damn it. As much as his mother, Director Min is also the same. Pretending to be sick doesn¡¯t work. Sometimes he¡¯s overly kind and sometimes he¡¯s too indifferent.


    ¡°Did you spend a lot of time paying attention to it?¡±


    ¡°No. I was just curious.¡±


    Still, Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t say that his mother made up her own words without consulting. He didn¡¯t want to make his mother an eccentric in front of other people.


    ¡°Really? What were you curious about?¡±


    ¡°Of course, she¡¯s a beautiful woman. Any man would be curious, haha.¡±


    Jun-Kyung laughed naturally, but Executive Director Min turned his head to look at Jun-Kyung. He was driving, so his gaze only briefly touched Jun-Kyung¡¯s eyes, but he thought he was having a heart attack. He poked the bee hive.


    ¡®He said no, but are they still dating?¡¯


    Recently, Jun-Kyung feels himself getting cold.


    He should be more careful about Lee Si-Eun¡¯s story in the future. After all, who would enjoy it when someone expresses interest in their mate? He will want to hide it, especially from his marriage partner.

 CH 52

    Curiosity sometimes creates danger. Even if Jun-Kyung experiences humiliation as a spouse due to partner cheating, it is his own problem to take care of. To be honest, even having a faint sense of humiliation is a bit too much.


    ¡®After all, it¡¯s a marriage for the sake of children. It¡¯s a contract marriage and an arranged marriage.¡¯


    When he thought of grandiose words that seemed to come out of a novel, he felt like laughing.


    ¡®You¡¯ve grown a lot, Jun-Kyung Ho. Trying to get into an arranged marriage with the successor of the Taewon group.¡±


    Born and raised in a world-class drama powerhouse, Jun-Kyung naturally acquired countless stories. As things go, feelings in an arranged marriage is a way of ruining your life. In the movie, the protagonist fell in love and threw away all the promised wealth. In the end, his feelings become sincere and fail to kill the person he was supposed to kill and face a miserable end.  Additionally, there are many supporting actors who sacrifice themselves. Even if Jun-Kyung can¡¯t remember the title, somehow the actors, lines, and scenes come to mind vaguely.


    To judge calmly, Jun-Kyung is not the main character. He is a supporting actor cast to speed up the development. He can¡¯t see a good ending because he is stuck between the main characters, Executive Director Min and Lee Si-Eun. The virtue of the supporting role is to not be arrogant and to quietly breathe.


    ¡°I think I¡¯ve said this before, but I¡¯m going to make it clear again.¡±


    Unsurprisingly, the main character made a strong warning statement, even mentioning the incident.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about Lee Si-Eun for nothing. Our family is intertwined, so you will see her occasionally, but that¡¯s all there is. You just have to be a bit polite with her. No need to get involved with her personally.¡±


    ¡°Yes, I understand.¡±


    The attitude of the opponent who clearly drew the line was unusually cold and rigid. They will see each other due to family reasons. There¡¯s no reason to care whether you feel bad or not because you are ignored. In addition, make sure to manage your facial expressions and attitudes and do not discuss it again. He didn¡¯t actually say that, but if that wasn¡¯t the implied meaning, what else?


    ¡°And if you have enough interest to give to someone else, why don¡¯t you focus on me?¡±


    It even comes with a subtle twist. As for Lee Si-Eun, she is sincere. Why does he want to marry another person when there is a person he likes? Since they are family acquaintances, the marriage would be good. But the question should be left just merely as curiosity.


    ¡°I¡¯ll try.¡±


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    After giving a thank-you speech in what sounded like a threat, Director Min kept his mouth shut. There was a heavy silence in the car all the way home.


    Jun-Kyung thought the rest of the evening would be cold, but as always, Executive Director Min broke his expectations. As soon as he got home, Director Min knocked Jun-kyung down on the sofa without changing. Two eyes filled with anger looked at Jun-Kyung and roughly kissed him.


    ¡°Ugh.¡±


    Now he¡¯s quite used to kissing. Kissing the other person feels a little euphoric, even though there is no sexual interest in them at all. It is a classic phenomenon where the mind follows the body.


    Usually the kiss would end when Jun-Kyung was out of breath. This time, he thought it would be the same, but it went on longer than usual. In addition, a large hand began groping Jun-Kyung in an erotic way.


    ¡°Why¡­ why are you doing this?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m trying to get Jun-Kyung¡¯s attention.¡±


    Each word was unfamiliarly sweet, but the actual voice was as cold as dry ice, making it difficult to breathe. Jun-Kyung was afraid of both the cold and the hot burns.


    Is this what it means to be an alpha? To defeat an opponent who shows even a slight interest in his precious woman? Since Jun-Kyung is a pregnant Omega, he would not be able to defeat Jun-Kyung openly, so he resorted to show off his superiority by mounting and at the same time providing a sense of humiliation.


    ¡®shit.¡¯


    The doctor¡¯s warning not to do it until the end was like a meaningless piece of tissue paper in front of Executive Director Min¡¯s change of heart. If he stays like this, he will suffer. Should he push him away at all cost of any physical reprisal? Or would it be better to bear the psychological damage and be quiet? In an instant, Jun-Kyung judged his chances of survival.


    The opponent is superior to Jun-Kyung in terms of strength, power, and wealth. When faced with force, Jun-Kyung cannot afford the follow-up with power and wealth. Moreover, the contract marriage with Executive Director Min is not a single match. Since it is likely to last for at least two years, it is necessary to prepare for a long-term war. Considering the repercussions, it is better to bow down and declare surrender.


    There was also a friendly announcement the other day. Hyun-Seung Min wants to be a real husband and wife. The timing is only a little early.


    The moment he reached that conclusion, he released his strength from the arm that had pushed his opponent away. No, he tried to withhold his strength. People don¡¯t change in an instant just by making up their minds. Aside from the determination, he has to fight his instincts. Especially when it comes to these issues, it was difficult to give up resistance altogether because of his masculinity.


    Whenever he touched something very private that had never been allowed by anyone in his sane mind, Jun-Kyung would reflexively strain his whole body. He struggled consciously to control his rough breathing. Maybe it¡¯s because he¡¯s folding his body, Executive Director Min noticed Jun-kyung¡¯s tearful efforts.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take it slow¡­ relax.¡±


    There was no gentlemanly retreat not to do it. Hyun-Seung Min gave Jun-Kyung a chance to take a breather. On the contrary, the definitive declaration made his mind dizzy. As the Executive Director said, he will really do it.


    Jun-Kyung closed his eyes and braced his body. His heart was beating fast as if it was about to jump out.


    He¡¯s never been so nervous in a match. His closed eyes frowned, then he took a deep breath and let the strength out of his body. His vision was a little blurry because he took a deep breath after hyperventilation.


    The stubbornly inhaled oxygen calmed the body trembling with fear a little. How can he use the various related knowledge he has acquired as a judo prospect in such a way? Did he repeat the bloody training for this? Somehow, the corners of his lips twisted.


    Instead of making a hypocrisy of asking if he¡¯s okay, Executive Director Min gently kissed his lips. He should welcome the opponent who only gently knocks, without forcing his lips to open.


    When the second kiss began, Jun-Kyung closed his eyes again. Then, giving up all his resistance, he opened himself wide toward Executive Director Min.


    ***


    When he woke up late the next morning, he was alone.


    There were traces of someone sitting next to him, but the warmth was gone. His body senses informed her that it was well past noon. He rolled over as he tried to check the time on the cell phone. Not only was it nowhere to be found, but it was too difficult for him to reach his arm less than a meter away.


    It felt like going in and out of the exercise press machine ten times. In fact, considering the weight of Executive Director Min, he thinks it would be similar.


    After staying at the sofa, Director Min kindly brought Jun-kyung to the second floor bedroom. Maybe it¡¯s because the large sofa is too cramped. Thanks to this, the psychological burden of being dismantled in an open living room was relieved to the extent of a hair.


    ¡®ah.¡¯


    He had a strange feeling. He was drowsy and depressed, and on the other hand, his body was full as if he had overeaten. Each joint was stiff and mushy, like a crucible that had been thoroughly cooked, accompanied by a strange sensation.


    Some muscles relaxed excessively while others began to cramp. If he doesn¡¯t relieve it with warm compresses and stretching now, the muscle pain will get worse. A


    ¡®Still, he didn¡¯t do it until the end.¡¯


    While biting and tearing the body, twisting joints, and exploring, Executive Director Min didn¡¯t touch the core. Jun-Kyung, who could not overcome the strange stimulation that was applied the whole time, finally relieved himself.


    Even thinking about it now is terrifying. The fortunate thing is that Executive Director Min seemed to be satisfied with Jun-kyung, who was writhing in shame, and then no longer touched him. Immediately after, Executive Director Min, who had only taken off clothes from his upper body but was still wearing pants, went to the bathroom. A low moan was heard before the shower spouted water.


    It was inevitable because Jun-kyung didn¡¯t do anything about it, but on the other hand, the fact that a person who only touched a stiff man¡¯s body became like that caused a lot of embarrassment in Jun-Kyung. He was also an alpha, seeing how even men react to omega.


    He rolled his blanket over his head, turning his body redder than when he was in the middle of the fever. The sound of the shower couldn¡¯t be any louder.


    Before he came out, Jun-Kyung rested for a while and tried to wash himself in another bathroom, but when he woke up it was already morning and no one was beside him.


    ¡°It¡¯s a relief.¡±


    He rolled around thinking of what happened last night. He was trying to shake off the growing shame and strangeness, but when his waist was about to break, he lazily got out of bed. He pulled up his drowsy limbs, did a simple stretch, and went into the bathroom. And as soon as I looked in the full-length mirror, he was terrified.


    ¡°What is this? Argh.¡±


    He thought he had some kind of contagious disease from his neck to the top of his knees. It was full of blemishes. Most were faint, but some were as thick as bruises. Even on the shoulder and neck area, there were several tiny blood formations due to rupture of small blood vessels.


    Jun-Kyung wondered how he made teeth marks on his hard clavicle and pectoral muscles. The body temperature, which had been in a somewhat quiet state after stretching, suddenly rose sharply again.

 CH 53

    It was hard to see in the mirror, so he turned to take water in the bathtub. The hot water filled up quickly. This is the advantage of arranged marriage with a chaebol. You can fully enjoy the best facilities and goods without any interruption.


    As Jun-Kyung supported his body in the hot bath, his muscles relaxed, and at the same time, all the fears that had been tightly packed were released.


    After doing it with Executive Director Min, he realized that it wasn¡¯t a big deal. This was definitely one of the most shocking events of his life, but when he actually did it, it wasn¡¯t so painful, disgusting, and terrifying¡­


    ¡°Is it because I didn¡¯t do it until the end?¡±


    He doesn¡¯t know if this is a one-time thing and if that¡¯s how things are normally going to be and the same goes for Executive Director Min. He has no choice but to surrender himself to the flow. Even if it¡¯s like this, it¡¯s okay with him.


    ¡®I can do it one more time.¡¯


    He thought so. Even though no one was watching, he pushed himself further into the hot water. The bathtub is as big as the owner of the house, so even if he slightly folded his knees, he was completely submerged just below his ears. The burning face was covered by the hot water.


    The fever was so high that he felt like fainting. After waiting for the body to warm up properly, he finished with a lukewarm shower.


    While he was washing his body and quickly looking for clothes to put on, his phone rang. It was Executive Director Min. His ears become hotter. He was worried that it might spontaneously ignite after frequent fevers.


    What other things should he say? He pressed the receive button in anticipation.


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    ?Why aren¡¯t you answering the phone?


    An argument came out of nowhere. It was completely different from what he expected, and the tone was sharper than usual. It stung his stomach for no reason and feels like being stabbed by a thin needle.


    ¡°I was taking a bath.¡±


    ?I was worried because you didn¡¯t answer the phone.


    ¡°Did you call a lot? I just checked my phone now.¡±


    ?I called about 10 times.


    He was angry because Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t answer the phone. When he found out the reason, the tingling needle quickly disappeared.


    ¨DI was gonna send someone if you didn¡¯t pick up again.


    ¡°haha.¡±


    Jun-Kyung had just finished taking a hot bath, but he got goosebumps at the thought of sending someone. No, what kind of embarrassment would he face if he was still sleeping? Is he telling me to die of shame? Jun-Kyung decided to buy disaster insurance just in case since Director Min seems to be speaking sincerely without bluff.


    ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be better for Hyun-Seung to come directly rather than sending someone else?¡±


    A fierce energy that he had felt the other day emanated through the small receiver of his cell phone. Could it be that the phone is broken?


    ?Are you doing this on purpose?


    ¡°Yes? What?¡±


    It was easier to talk about this than before. Jun-Kyung wondered if a person can change like this. Anyway, it¡¯s better than being uncomfortable. He wanted to know why this time.


    ?I had a lot of work to do today, so I called because I thought I would be late.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ?See you later.


    ¡°You mean you will be late?¡±


    If it¡¯s late, he¡¯ll have to take care of his own dinner. Can he eat delivery food after a long time? Or should he go through the refrigerator and make something to eat? Jun-Kyung asked with the intention of getting permission to deliver as much as possible, but Executive Director Min overturned his expectations again.


    ?I will leave work on time. Don¡¯t go anywhere, wait at home.


    ¡°Ah? Oh, yes.¡±


    Jun-Kyung had no where to go anyway. But he said he has work to do. Can he leave early? Jun-Kyung is not involved in the company anyway.


    He hung up the phone, dried his hair roughly, and went down to the kitchen. He still has about 4 hours before leaving work. He pushed back the temptation for delivery and opened the refrigerator to get something to eat. In the prominent compartment was an airtight bowl with a yellow sticky note.


    [This is egg porridge. Eat it warm. ¨C Hyunseung]


    He¡¯s so attentive. He is also the perfect man in this area. Jun-Kyung was happy and microwaved the porridge.


    He was bored, so he ate porridge on the sofa while watching TV. After emptying it neatly, he lay flat on his back without removing the empty bowl, and cast his lazy eyes on the rerun of the movie he had watched many times.


    His body is hot, and his stomach is full. Nothing will stop him from enjoying the comfort of the sofa. His eyes were shut in a blink of an eye. That was the end of his memory.


    There was a sudden chill.


    The familiar scent of cologne tickled the tip of his nose as the leather sofa shrieked delicately.


    A familiar scent.


    The owner of the fragrance is the owner of the house where Jun-kyung is currently resting, and at the same time, Jun-Kyung¡¯s fiance.


    ¡°Ugh!¡±


    He opened his eyes. Sure enough, a large man obscured Jun-Kyung¡¯s view. Wearing a vest without a jacket, he folded one leg and placed it on the inside of the sofa, and his arms were resting on the outside of Jun-Kyung¡¯s  head. The shadows created by the huge body covered the view like a blanket. Is it a dream or real? Jun-Kyung rubbed his eyes.


    ¡°When did you return?¡±


    His throat was hoarse. How long has he slept? His gaze naturally turned to the clock on the corner of the large TV. There was almost an hour left until the usual time for work. To calculate the distance from work to home, Executive Director Min only spent more than half of his afternoon at work. Why did he come so quickly?


    ¡°Are you sleeping leisurely after calling a busy person?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­me?¡± Has he called before? Jun-Kyung was dumbfounded.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung Ho, you¡¯re clever than you look.¡±


    Clever? Usually, external reviews about Jun-Kyung were ¡®reliable¡¯, ¡®sincere¡¯, and ¡®sensible¡¯, and if they looked at him positively, ¡®handsome¡¯ would follow. Clever was a concept far from how he is.


    He had no idea what the other person was trying to do. Executive Director Min was difficult to grasp as he was. Just as you feel like you know him, you get confused again. There are other people in this world who are this difficult.


    The reason why his continuous thoughts were cut off was due to none other than the Executive Director Min himself. Precisely, because his big hand starts groping around Jun-Kyung¡¯s abdomen and waist at some point.


    After taking a bath, he didn¡¯t have any plans to go anywhere, so Jun-Kyung was wearing a comfortable T-shirt and cotton pants. He¡¯s not a fool in the house who wears his shirt tucked into his pants. Thanks to this, the intrusion into the hem of the shirt was late to notice.


    ¡°Mr. Hyun-Seung?¡±


    Instead of a clear answer, Executive Director Min only raised his eyes. His eyes were already fierce, but when he looked at him in that way, Jun-Kyung felt faint goosebumps and was a bit stimulated.


    ¡°It¡¯s still daytime.¡±


    ¡°So?¡±


    Jun-Kyung was at a loss for words.


    ¡°Are you sick anywhere?¡±


    Not really. Just in case, he lowered his eyes and checked the limbs again, but there were no particularly uncomfortable areas except for a little drowsiness. It was thanks to proper stretching and a warm bath.


    However, that does not mean that the fatigue is completely relieved. Taking a day off after playing a game is the standard for managing stamina. Of course, this isn¡¯t a match, but still, it is two days in a row.


    Here it comes.


    The second game, which started as soon as it was confirmed that everything was fine, continued until the sun went down and darkness fell everywhere. He didn¡¯t even go to the bedroom this time. The chaebol, who doesn¡¯t care that the luxury sofa, which costs about a billion dollars, gets dirty, pushes Jun-Kyung to a dead end. Occasionally, a hand stroking the stomach raised even a slight fear.


    ¡°The doctor¡­.¡±


    ¡°I know.¡±


    The other person¡¯s voice, sweating heavily, was filled with only a deep reverberation like a broken woofer. It was like a wave spreading through the water. It was thick and soft, but with an overwhelming force that could never be resisted. Jun-kyung just shook like a plant without a skeleton.


    He didn¡¯t go all the way this time either. Even so, the movement itself was much more intense than yesterday, and the aftermath was strong. The intense activities that followed for two days brought a lot of fatigue. It drooped like seaweed washed up on the beach.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    ¡°I am okay.¡±


    His voice cracked as if his throat had gone. In fact, using the vocal cords itself was embarrassing, because the tone was not particularly smooth. Executive Director Min, who is very sensitive to people, is not that picky towards Jun-Kyung. After the business was finished, the Executive Director got up and disappeared to the second floor. Perhaps because it was the living room, Jun-Kyung¡¯s sweaty body cooled quickly.


    ¡®No matter how cold it is, I should pick up the clothes on the floor.¡¯


    He forced his body to stand up as he endured the stiff muscle pain. The t-shirt was far away, and the pants were nowhere to be seen. Damn it. He tried to pick up what he could see, but his body wouldn¡¯t listen. He fell halfway off the sofa.


    Thud.


    The sofa itself was quite high, and the sound rang out because he completely lost his balance and hit hard.


    ¡°Shit.¡±


    He grabbed his knee on the marble floor while spitting out swear words like a sailor.


    Executive Director Min rushed up from the second floor with the first loud footsteps Jun-Kyung had heard since coming to this house. He was in such a hurry that he came with his bathrobe in hand and grasped the situation without saying a word. The wrinkles between the tightly bitten molars and the eyebrows expressed anger and irritation.


    ¡°Haha, the sofa is a little high.¡±


    ¡°Shut up.¡±


    Any Attempts to cover it up with an awkward laugh was shattered by a dreadful warning. Still, Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know what to say. He didn¡¯t do much wrong. No, he didn¡¯t do anything to be sorry at all. The marble is intact.


    Why does he feel embarrassed that he was surprised by the loud voice? If you look closely at the cause and effect, the person who should be sorry  was Executive Director Min, who suddenly appeared and stripped Jun-Kyung¡¯s clothes. However, the expression on the opponent¡¯s face was too harsh for Jun-Kyung to argue, even in the most timid way.

 CH 54

    Thank you @Kimumchi for your support. This one is for you.


    Jun-Kyung quietly put up with it. Executive Director Min wrapped the gown he had brought around Jun-kyung. Once he put it on, he realized that this was his gown. Did Director Min mean to bring this with him from the beginning?


    Jun-Kyung rolled his eyes and looked at Director Min¡¯s face, then hurriedly rolled it back down. When he wonders whether to ask a question or not, the answer is not to ask.


    ¡°Don¡¯t move.¡±


    With a harsh warning, Executive Director Min held Jun-Kyung with both arms. It¡¯s the second time he¡¯s heard of this since the swimming pool incident. In the brief moment when his guit finally settled down, Jun-Kyung realized why Executive Director Min was angry. The swimming pool was a hint.


    ¡®It was an accident.¡¯


    Executive Director Min was the type of person who meticulously checked the well-being of Jun-kyung in the house every two or three hours. Falling from the sofa to the marble floor made him angry.


    As Jun-Kyung had thought before, Executive Director Min had really amazing strength and core. How can he lift a grown man and casually go up to the second floor? There was no shaking at all. As the owner of a luxury hotel that guarantees comfort, the fact that there is no vibration at all was really amazing.


    As he entered the bedroom, he thought Director Min would put him on the bed, but Executive Director Min headed straight to the bathroom. It was already filled with damp heat. He must have been getting hot water in the bathtub. This was why he was late. For a moment, Jun-Kyung reflected on his suspicions about the manners of Executive Director Min. He¡¯s the perfect man even in this area. Even a novice Jun-Kyung, who has no other experience, will be amazed.


    Jun-Kyung put on his robe and got into the bathtub. Except for the shame of being treated like a baby, it was a very satisfactory service.


    ¡°Thank you.¡± It was a heartfelt thank you. After putting his hand in the bathtub to check the temperature, Executive Director Min silently opened the mirror cabinet, took out a silver ball and plunged it into the bathtub. The silver ball quickly melted with small bubbles.


    Bath Bomb.


    Jun-Kyung has seen it, but it¡¯s the first time he¡¯s ever actually used it. Unless you¡¯re enjoying a vacation with your girlfriend, it¡¯s rare for a young man to use a bath bomb.


    Is this the one used by Executive Director Min himself? No, he probably bought it because he used it. In the case of VIPs, even men often enjoy spas, so it is highly likely that they will be familiar with these products. Compared to Jun-Kyung¡¯s studio, which has only a small shower room, the bathtub in this house is at the level of a small bathroom.


    ¡°It smells good.¡±


    The bath bob, mixed with silver and white, had a subtle musk scent. While concentrating on the bath bomb that was floating around the surface of the water, at some point, a naked Executive Director Min came into the bathtub. Jun-Kyung was very surprised because he thought he would take a bath alone. His eyes and mouth were wide open at the same time.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be surprised. If I leave you alone, you will cause trouble.¡±


    Executive Director Min, noticing his astonishment, instead scolded Jun-Kyung in a low voice. Listening to his voice in a damp bathroom, the sound effect added more to Hyun Seung Min¡¯s low voice.


    Jun-Kyung quietly folded his knees and yielded space to Director Min. The water level was just right when Jun-Kyung was alone, but as Executive Director Min came in, the water overflowed the bathtub. When the bath bomb, which was floating on the surface flowed along, Jun-Kyung hurriedly blocked it with his hand. Executive Director Min also followed.


    The index, middle, and ring fingers intertwined. At first it was just a loose bump, but the contact area gradually increased. Executive Director Min, who has a hobby of turning coincidences into reality, clasped the hands together first. (T/N: Damn, ML is so smooth).


    The clasped hands sank to the bottom of the water. As a result, the bath-bomb was about to fall out of the bathtub.


    ¡°That¡­¡±


    ¡°Executive Director Min grabbed it with his other hand. The bath-bomb that¡¯s almost melted in half was placed on the palm of Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Here.¡±


    It was like an adult picking up toys. For some reason, Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t make eye contact. They¡¯re all grown ups, they¡¯re of the same sex, and it¡¯s nothing to be ashamed of in this situation, yet Jun-Kyung felt unbearably embarrassing.


    The bath-bomb spun slowly on Jun-Kyung¡¯s palm. Jun-Kyung looked down at it until it got smaller and smaller and completely melted away. At the same time, he was conscious of the gaze of Executive Director Min looking at him the whole time.


    The hot water that melted his stiff muscles could not cover the heat of his entangled fingers. And the scent of the bath bomb that filled the bathroom was not enough to hide the breathtaking existence.


    It wasn¡¯t a dye. It¡¯s just bath water with bath-bomb, but it felt strange. From head to toe, everything was filled with the scent and color of Executive Director Min.


    ***


    It wasn¡¯t just Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother who was secretly claiming the role of having a proud son. His mother-in-law was also quite excited. She said that she had reserved a talented florist to match flowers for his wedding, and she longed for Jun-Kyung to go with her.


    [Let¡¯s go.]


    Within two minutes of sending the message, a reply came quickly. Not knowing anything else, permission was easily granted to the call of both parents. It seemed safer to be with someone than to be alone. It was a totally baby treatment. Of course, the car and the driver were also sent separately.


    ¡°Good morning.¡±


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    It was so uncomfortable and awkward when an employee who was a senior at the company came. Jun-Kyung naturally climbs up when the door open for him.


    ¡°I will take you there.¡±


    ¡°Please.¡±


    Like any VIP, Jun-Kyung answered half-heartedly and immediately took out his cell phone. While he contacted Executive Director Min that he had a good start, he also informed madam of the expected arrival time. he was going to stop by to pick up madam and go to the florist¡¯s studio in Gangnam together.


    Arriving at the main house, Jun-Kyung entered the front door. His mother-in-law was just getting ready and coming out. Unlike usual, he was wearing a very luxurious two-piece outfit. There was a dignity different from the bold casual clothes.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung looks great today.¡±


    ¡°Madam is really beautiful.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a shame that I am still madam.¡±


    She grimaced her face as if she was upset.Unable to hide his shyness, Jun-Kyung said, ¡°Mother.¡± It was not until he corrected that madam loosened her expression.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go. We are late.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    In the past, Jun-kyung would have sat in the passenger seat, but now he has changed his position on his own. Jun-kyung sat down next to her. His mother-in-law took Jun-Kyung¡¯s hand as if pleased.


    ¡°How are you?¡±


    ¡°Thanks to you, I am fine.¡±


    ¡°What about the hospital?¡±


    ¡°They say I am doing well.¡±


    ¡°Thank goodness. Even so, the chairman told me to ask Jun-Kyung if you needed anything. Is there anything you want to eat?¡±


    Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know if the chairman really took care of him or if it¡¯s just madam that did it for no reason, but anyway, he got a lot of warm attention. Even now, there still seemed to be some traces of his conscience for deceiving them.


    While moving to the destination, madam asked some things about his life with Executive Director Min.


    Are there any chances you are hurt by my blunt stepson? Are the clothes, shelter, and food properly cared for?


    When asked such questions, Jun-Kyung answered sincerely.


    ¡°Does Executive Director Min really cook every morning?¡±


    ¡°Yes. He woke up earlier than me. He says I will be tired, so it¡¯s okay for him to do it.¡±


    ¡°Oh my gosh. That blunt, ignorant kid¡­¡±


    The mother, who was speechless for a moment, smiled softly.


    ¡°Oh my gosh. What in the world is happening, Junkyung-ah? I had no idea that our Executive Director Min had such a personality. Even if he got married, I thought he would make you suffer by acting like a stone. He¡¯s a lover, a lover.¡±


    She laughed so much that he was rather embarrassed. No, it¡¯s a well-known fact that he has such a personality and looks like that, so the unexpected appearance would have been a shock. Jun-Kyung felt like they were both being teased together.


    ¡°I can¡¯t be the only one who knows this news.¡±


    Then, the mother took out her phone. He was wondering who she was contacting.


    ¡°Busy? Yes, I just met Jun-Kyung.¡±


    He can only think of one person with whom madam would talk like that without hesitation.


    ¡°Even after working overtime at night, Executive Director Min woke up at dawn the next day and prepared breakfast for Jun-Kyung. How can he be so attentive? With his face, he can beat even the Grim Reaper. Yes, it is unexpected. He¡¯s a wooden stone that had nothing to do with parents. I wonder who he learned it from. At least not from his father, right?¡±


    As expected, it was the chairman. Jun-kyung groaned inwardly. His gaze automatically went between his feet, and his head tilted downward. Conversely, his ears and neck became hot.


    Does she have to call the person at work and let them know?


    ¡°There are people who change after getting married. I didn¡¯t know he would change this much. So, I¡¯ve said several times that he¡¯s not a child. Like Jun-kyung, you too should be gentle with Executive Director Min. If not, would he come out that hard? And he now has a family of his own with a wife and a child. If there is nothing special in the evening, come in early. Since Jun-kyung is here today, I want to have dinner with the kids.¡±


    His own family, his wife and children,etc. There is nothing particularly wrong with the expression used by madam. Still, every time he heard it, it felt embarrassing.


    However, it was difficult to ask for another expression. It¡¯s not because he can¡¯t speak. It is because the expression that is mainly used between the alpha male and the omega male is not that known.

 CH 55

    After meticulously nagging the president, madam ended the call. ¡°Let¡¯s go have dinner later.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    It is notified after a decision was made, but it doesn¡¯t really matter. Soon after, madam also called Executive Director Min and told him to come home in the evening.


    When they arrived at the studio, they were greeted by a florist dressed in a simple manner, as in the case with people with creative professions. As it is a studio, Jun-Kyung imagined that flowers and various flower-related products would be placed all over the place, but it was not at all. Except for the fancy floral decorations, it was rather reminiscent of a luxury lounge.


    As Jun-Kyung sat down at a stylish sofa table in gold and marble, the florist brought a large album. It was a portfolio that edited an existing work.


    ¡°Hmm. In just four years, the trend has changed again.¡±


    Madam mentioned a trend from 4 years ago. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know there were other marriages at the time. As far as he knows, the last daughter¡¯s marriage was long before that.


    ¡°We exclude artificial beauty and try to mix and match as close to nature as possible.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s still a wedding, wouldn¡¯t white be better?¡± Madam asked.


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    A serious conversation between the two began without the marriage party. Actually, Jun-Kyung was very grateful for that. He only knew that flower decorations were used in weddings, but  didn¡¯t know where and how they were made and hung, and also he didn¡¯t care.


    In the midst of serious discussions about decorative flowers, the florist often reached out somewhere, and the staff brought samples of flowers each time. It seems like there was a separate studio in the building where the flowers were kept.


    After watching her for over an hour, Jun-Kyung knew for the first time that there were so many different kinds of white flowers in the world. Even flowers that look the same were given complex names according to the shape of their petals.


    ¡°Which one is better?¡± He honestly doesn¡¯t know what¡¯s different. While smiling vaguely, madam smelled each scent.


    ¡°This one smells strong. Remove the strong ones and use the lighter scents. It¡¯s not good for  kids.¡±


    The ¡®kid¡¯ she just spoke of didn¡¯t seem to be Executive Director Min.  Again, madam smiled happily as she looked at Jun-kyung.


    ¡°It¡¯s still early days, so there are a lot of things to be careful about.¡±


    ¡°Oh, this is?¡± The florist, who noticed her attitude, suddenly looked at Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Oh, didn¡¯t I tell you? He is a new member of our family.¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t notice. Congratulations.¡±


    The gaze of the other person who greeted Jun-Kyung very warmly was slightly shaken. She must have heard that it was her son¡¯s wedding, but suddenly was surprised to find that a man appeared as a new member of the family.


    ¡°Excuse me, are you an Omega?¡±


    Male Omegas were widespread in movies and TV shows, but in reality, they were not common. The probability of encountering a male Omega is lower than the probability of meeting a celebrity in real life.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Ah, that¡¯s right.¡± The florist who found the answer belatedly laughed a lot cooler than before. She seemed relieved to resolve some unanswered questions. ¡°That¡¯s why you only do boutonnieres without bouquets. I was wondering if the bouquet was made elsewhere.¡±


    ¡°Oh, why bother? Why would I do it separately?¡±


    ¡°I know, right?¡±


    The florist laughed and took out another album. Jun-Kyung wondered what Boutonniere was, but he knew it when he saw the album. It was a floral ornament for men. There was another hour of discussion over it. She even made some samples on the spot and put them on Jun-Kyung¡¯s jacket. He doesn¡¯t know what¡¯s different, but madam picked one over another. He thought that was over it, but he was wrong.


    ¡°Can I see what I asked for before?¡±


    ¡°Yes. It¡¯s ready.¡±


    Soon the staff brought a large basket of flowers that was very nice and colorful to look at.


    ¡°Is there anything else I can modify?¡±


    ¡°No, I like it. Do you have the address?¡±


    ¡°Yes, it¡¯s the place you always send. Since you¡¯re here today, would you like to use your own card? Or shall I write it as before?¡±


    ¡°No, I will write it.¡±


    Then the florist brought a pretty card. Madam, who received the fountain pen, wrote a short message. Jun-Kyung can see who it is even if he didn¡¯t mean to because they were sitting close. It was a birthday card for Lee Si-Eun.


    ¡°When the wine arrives, I will send it.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s good.¡±


    The florist carefully placed the card in the center of the basket.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go now.¡±


    As if all the chores were over, madam got up from her seat. Jun-Kyung had already contacted the driver, so the car was waiting in front of the building. The florist came out of the building and said goodbye.


    It was the time of a traffic jam, so the car stopped repeatedly. It was a short distance, but it felt like it would take quite a while. Madam, who had her back tilted and her eyes closed, quietly opened her mouth.


    ¡°It¡¯s her birthday soon.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    At first, Jun-Kyung wondered who she was talking about, but it turns out to be Lee Si-Eun. Even though he heard that they were close, he didn¡¯t know that madam would personally pack a birthday present.


    ¡°What a pitiful kid.¡±


    ¡°Yeah?¡± He couldn¡¯t figure out what was going on. He doesn¡¯t feel sorry for Si-Eun Lee though.


    ¡°If it weren¡¯t for that, our house would have a new family member before you.¡±


    He doesn¡¯t know what it is, but if it¡¯s Taewon¡¯s new family¡­Does that Executive Director Min and Lee Si-Eun are in a relationship? Does Executive Director Min know that madam knows about between the two? What¡¯s going on? Jun-Kyung gulped down his dry mouth.


    ¡°If it¡¯s a new family member¡­?¡±


    As he carefully spoke his words, madam who stood her up looked at Jun-kyung.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you know?¡±


    He smiled and shook his head to mean he didn¡¯t know.


    ¡°Oh, did Jun-kyung come to our house after that? Everyone was hushed, so that may be it.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    Could it be that the whole family dates each other openly? Yet, as soon as he found out about Jun-Kyung¡¯s pregnancy, did he abandon Lee Si-Eun and is pushing for a marriage? Is Jun-Kyung allowed to do this? All sorts of thoughts ran through his mind.


    ¡°That girl, Si-Eun Lee. In fact, she was actually about to marry my oldest child.¡±


    As expected, if Jun-Kyung had not intervened, she would have married Executive Director Min. Still, how did he suddenly propose to a woman like that and break it? Does he have a conscience or not? After the baby is born, Jun-Kyung will somehow become entangled with the Min family. He couldn¡¯t guess why Executive Min would do this for his nephew and not his child.


    ¡°If only he hadn¡¯t suddenty gone like that.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    Where is she going with this?


    ¡°It¡¯s Hyun-Jun. The eldest son of our house who went first.¡± (T/N: the eldest is dead.)


    Thoughts that had raged like a storm disappeared in an instant without a trace. In the vacant place, a bitter stillness took its place. At the same time, Jun-Kyung felt a great sense of relief. His stomach churned when all the tension suddenly eased.


    ¡®So that¡¯s why.¡¯


    It is only now that he fully understands why Executive Director Min said that he did not need to be particularly concerned about her even though their family is intertwined.


    ¡°There are few people who know about it externally before officially announcing the engagement. I didn¡¯t bring it up in case it would be bad for Si-Eun Lee¡¯s future.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡±


    ¡°Did Executive Director Min not say anything?¡±


    ¡°He said they are just childhood friends.¡±


    ¡°He should¡¯ve told you about it in advance before seeing her at the meeting. He should¡¯ve taken care of it.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡±


    Madam¡¯s reaction was the same as his mother¡¯s, as if she¡¯s also a middle-aged mother. At once, she scolded Executive Director Min for not being courteous to his marriage partner. In case there are more incidents like this in the future, she added that Jun-Kyung asks her if Executive Director Min doesn¡¯t talk about it.


    ¡°Anyway, is the relationship between the couple more important, or is a friend more important? Jun-Kyung is also not the type to ask about elsewhere.¡± (T/N: She means Jun-Kyung is not gossipy)


    ¡°Haha. I would have asked you sooner or later.¡±


    ¡°Still. Did the in-laws care too? A young lady pretended to be close. Ah, I¡¯ll have to call them separately.¡±


    ¡°No, you don¡¯t have to.¡±


    ¡°No. The sooner this misunderstanding is resolved, the better.¡±


    As expected, the mother-in-laws keep in touch. How can madam know so well the psychology of parents that even her child Jun-Kyung does not know? She was on the phone right away with Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother.


    At first, she smiled and said hello, and talked about how she came to arrange flowers for the wedding with Jun-Kyung today. She shared that she prepared a birthday basket for someone that¡¯s like her niece and naturally brought up Si-Eun Lee¡¯s story while subtly leaking the type of relationship between them.


    ¡°If my eldest had been alive, she would have been a daughter, not a nephew¡­ That¡¯s what happened in life.¡±


    A tactless person may not be able to catch it right away, but it is a different story for a mother. Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother must have understood her perfectly.


    Something annoying similar to a thorn in the throat fell out. She is the fiancee of a dead brother. Talking on the phone while crying must have been related to that. It must have been even more heartbreaking since it¡¯s a close childhood friend.


    ¡®It¡¯s really not a big deal.¡¯


    It is true that such a relationship is objectively meaningful, but less meaningful compared to an internal relationship. Although she¡¯s older than Jun-Kyung, it is time for Lee Si-Eun to get out of the past and make a fresh start.


    Madam, who finished the call, smiled generously. It was the same for Jun-Kyung.


    (T/N: I¡¯m so sorry for infrequent updates. I am drowning in paperworks at the moment.)

 CH 56

    In the evening, a meeting between the Chairman and Executive Director Min took place for the first time in a long time. Perhaps it was because of the eldest stepson and the biological son who were sent early, madam seemed to be determined to take care of the one remaining son. Throughout the meal, madam keeps the buoyant mood for fear that the chairman might rebuke Director Min.


    Perhaps thanks to that, the chairman did not nitpick at Director Min as usual. Instead, he took an interest in Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you short of pocket money?¡±


    ¡°I am not lacking at all because I am using Hyun-Seung¡¯s card.¡±


    ¡°Really? Then what about the car?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t have a car, but Hyun-Seung sends it to me whenever I need it.¡± Technically, it¡¯s breaking the rule to use a company¡¯s car for personal reasons, but who cares if it¡¯s the owner¡¯s son that does it?


    ¡°You don¡¯t have a car? Why don¡¯t you buy a car first? Do you want me to buy it for you?¡± The chairman looked down at Director Min and his wife.


    ¡°No. I did it on purpose because I thought he would cause an accident while driving by himself. Jun-Kyung has a more clumsy personality than he looks, so he often gets hurt inside the house.¡± Director Min, as always, spoke in his deep voice. Jun-Kyung stared intensely at Executive Director Min.¡®Do you really have to talk about it?¡¯


    He must have noticed the unspoken message, so Director Min ask back, ¡°Why?¡± as if he didn¡¯t know.


    ¡°How did you get hurt?¡± The chairman asked.


    ¡°Sometimes he gets bruises from falling off the sofa, and he gets cramps while swimming. I literally can¡¯t take my eyes off him for a second.¡±


    The chairman and his wife look at Jun-Kyung at the same time.


    ¡°I can¡¯t believe you got a cramp while swimming. That¡¯s close. It¡¯s not safe to drive alone.¡± The chairman chipped in.


    ¡°Yes, you have to be careful.¡± madam also agreed.


    As the two of them give serious advice, Jun-Kyung could not say anything other than yes.


    No one in this seat seems to remember that Jun-Kyung was a former bodyguard and a driver. They¡¯re not unintelligent people, so they probably haven¡¯t forgotten. How can attitudes and treatment change just like that? As expected, it was another day for Jun-Kyung to be the one feeling embarrassed.


    The culprit, who turned the arrow of concern to Jun-Kyung, raised the corners of his mouth.


    1. Exhibition


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t feel so good in the shower every morning. The bruises that appeared before faded, but now it was more of a stomach problem. Although he drastically reduced his exercise and avoided overeating, the abdominal muscles naturally softened and a low hill was formed overall.


    He did a regular check-up, ultrasound and blood tests and received a small picture of the bump. The ultrasound picture is kept in a personal journal.


    When he first heard about the parenting diary, he was a little terrified. It wasn¡¯t something he could ignore because various examination results, expected dates, etc needed to be recorded, so he thought of it as a training log and recorded it meticulously. It is better to take care of the body thoroughly.


    ¡°The fetus is small compared to average. However, it is growing well with no problems. As for the blood results¡­let¡¯s see.¡±


    The attending physician, who was looking at the chart, glanced at Jun-Kyung. ¡°Is it because the father keeps a good bite? Hormone levels are much higher than expected. It¡¯s good this way so you don¡¯t have to take medicine.¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s ears went red all at once. There were some reddish marks near the belly. Still, it wasn¡¯t that obvious to connect the dots like that.


    ¡°I often get bitten by bugs because of living near the mountain.¡±


    ¡°If a bug that is nearly 2 meters tall appears in downtown Seoul, the military should be dispatched. Why, do you want me to report it to the Ministry of National Defense?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­No.¡±


    He was just trying to make excuses. Anyway, it is a powerful bug that can¡¯t be controlled by police or pest control companies.


    Anyway, the doctor is annoying. Except for the fact that the doctor is a bit more talkative with omega, Jun-Kyung wonders if the doctor is similar to Executive Director Min. Considering that the chairman is also similar, it may be a characteristic of Alpha.


    The hormonal dose was reduced by more than half. The doctor said to cut it off next week if the level remains the same next week. The top doctor in a famous hospital and yet the most relaxed doctor ever sent Jun-Kyung to the front of the elevator.


    ¡°When are we going to see the Executive Director Min? Although it is scientifically believed that alpha and omega influence each other¡¯s hormone levels, in such a short period of time? This can be a research study. I¡¯ll have to ask in detail about how he bites each night. Come back again. In the past, every time you were tested, he came together, but now he doesn¡¯t come anymore?¡±


    ¡°Haha¡­he¡¯s busy.¡± Can this be reported as sexual harassment?


    The hospital elevator was slow and crowded as usual.


    ¡°You dressed well, but changed it to something softer for shoes. You know, the kind that old people wear. You have to think about joints rather than fashion.¡±


    The attending physician, who looked up and down Jun-Kyung¡¯s outfit, even made meticulous nagging. Jun-Kyung wore a jacket over a loose knit sweater that covered his belly with a stretchy cotton pants and loafers.


    If he had no other plans today, he would have been wearing a hoodie and sneakers. Instead of explaining, Junkyung repeatedly hit the elevator button that had already been pressed.


    ¡°After having a baby, the hormone level will go up, so the second baby depends on Executive Director Min¡¯s ability. Still, you are a man, so be careful about having siblings. I am busy so off you go.¡±


    He¡¯ll have to tell the Executive Director Min to do something about the doctor whether that¡¯d be dipping him in the Han River or sprinkling him in the sea of Inchon. After suffering for a long time, Jun-Kyung was finally able to escape from the ridicule of the doctor.


    ¡®Is that doctor also like this to other patients?¡¯


    Jun-Kyung shook his head at the doctor¡¯s excessive interest and headed to the entrance of the hospital on the first floor. The driver, who was informed that the check-up was over, came and guided him to the VIP parking lot on the ground floor. The car navigation system was designated at a famous complex in Yeouido instead of Director Min¡¯s home.


    ¡°I heard it¡¯s going to be held at the hotel gallery.¡± Jun-Kyung reviewed the invitation he received.


    Three days ago, a gift from Si-Eun Lee arrived at the address of Executive Director Min. The recipient was Jun-Kyung. When he opened it, he found a baby rattle and shoes with the luxury brand logo on it. Along with the pregnancy congratulations card, there was also an invitation to the exhibition.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to go.¡±


    Executive Director Min told him not to go. Jun-Kyung was just going to send a basket of flowers to the exhibition, but got a call from his mother-in-law asking him to go with her. She wanted to have Jun-Kyung say hi to her friends in advance.


    Director Min could not say anything to madam¡¯s suggestion. If Jun-Kyung went with madam, he didn¡¯t have much to worry about, so he said yes.


    [If anything happens, call me right away.]


    Even after leaving for work, Executive Director Min sent a message to make sure he¡¯s okay.


    [I am sending a message because I am in a meeting. What did the hospital say?]


    Can he do something else during the meeting? Was he originally the type to do other things?


    If this is a morning meeting, it would be a briefing session with Executive Vice President Min who is in charge of technology. How would the employees feel in front of the presentation prepared with all their heart and soul?


    [It went well. I¡¯m going to stop taking hormones next week.]


    [That¡¯s a relief. Where are you now?]


    Jun-Kyung repeated what he said this morning before Hyun-Seung Min left for work such as a meeting with madam later and meeting her friends. He also ran down what happens at the doctor¡¯s office and what the doctor¡¯s order was.


    Jun-Kyung has a strange feelings. It feels as if a very powerful bug will suddenly appear in Yeouido, ignoring all of today¡¯s schedules?


    [You don¡¯t have to come.] Jun-Kyung texted.


    [Why do you say that?]


    [I feel like you are coming.]


    The reply, which arrived as soon as the reading mark appeared, was silent this time. Hyun-Seung Min must have been thinking about how he would cut the company.


    [What should I do if I hear that the company has been neglected because of me?*Crying Emoji*]


    It¡¯s a difficult topic to approach comfortably, so there¡¯s no choice but to use aegyo at the end of the sentence as a survival charm. He only did it to angry superiors when he made a mistake, but he believed it would work well for Executive Director Min. Again, there was no immediate response.


    ¡®He must be focusing on the meeting again.¡¯


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t take it seriously that the read mark disappeared. Since he was attending the exhibition, he opened an app for web surfing to find out about the world of art in advance.


    Bzzt. Bzzt.


    Suddenly a phone call came.


    A private phone call during a meeting! The company has a lot of eyes. In particular, if the employees knew that Hyun-Seung Min, who is famous for being cold and scary, was doing something else during the meeting and even called him, it was obvious that various rumors would circulate. Jun-Kyung really hates it, but he can¡¯t help but answer it.


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    ? Why are you answering it so late?


    He only thought about it for about 10 seconds, but it¡¯s true.


    ¡°Sorry. But why did you call?¡±


    Without giving him a chance to say anything else, Jun-Kyung quickly got to the business and tried to finish it.


    ? The message you sent earlier. The one with the crying emoji.


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know that there would be people who dared to explain it with their mouth. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.


    ? Are you crying now?


    ¡°Yes? No?¡±


    ? Then why did you send such a sign?


    ¡°Ah¡­¡± Jun-Lyung sighed deeply.


    What is the problem with the Executive Director Min? Is he lacking in social skills or am I the one with the problem? Or maybe he really is stupid. He is being mean by having Jun-Kyung actually explain it.


    Whatever the intention is, it doesn¡¯t match with the personality that Jun-Kyung usually saw and grasped. If he is born with an aura that attracts people even standing still, Jun-Kyung wonders if he should even move out of consideration for ordinary members of society who must be conscious of him.


    ? Jun-Kyung? Are you listening?


    ¡°Yes. I sent it without much thought. Otherwise, I think the tone will be too stiff.¡±


    ¡ª Does that mean it has nothing to do with your current emotional state?


    ¡°Not at all. The reason for writing it that way was to¡­..add a little bit of cuteness.¡±

 CH 57

    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Executive Director Min was silent. He must be feeling pathetic for confirming this during the meeting. Oh please, Jun-Kyung hoped he wasn¡¯t calling from the conference room. If he knew this was gonna happen, he wouldn¡¯t have used that in a text message.


    ?In other words, you were using aegyo.


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ?All right. I¡¯m in an important meeting, so I need to go back in. Even if my mother asks you to go with her in the evening, don¡¯t follow her and come home right away.


    Suddenly, Executive Director Min, who quickly organized his business, hung up the phone first. Wait, he¡¯s making these outrageous phone calls during an important meeting? It¡¯s obvious without looking. Rumors have already spread around the company. 100% for sure. Executive Director Min Hyun-Seung is crazy about getting married. The company¡¯s group chat must be bursting with curiosity about his marriage partner.


    ¡®Did they know it was me?¡¯


    Jun-Kyung glanced at the driver. It¡¯s not the senior who came a few times before but another driver. He hesitated whether to ask or not.


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± The driver, who promptly noticed Jun-Kyung¡¯s condition, looked through the rear-view mirror. He was going to say it was nothing but curiosity took the lead.


    ¡°Did the company know about the executive director¡¯s marriage?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± As expected.


    Jun-Kyung stopped holding his breath and asked again.


    ¡°Specifically?¡±


    ¡°What do you mean by specific?¡±


    ¡°Like my name or something.¡±


    ¡°Not really.¡±


    Jun-Kyung gently put his hand on his lap. Just when he felt relieved, the driver continued.


    ¡°The name is not known. However, it is known to some extent that he is a former omega male bodyguard who used to work at his home.¡±


    ¡°Oh my God.¡±


    How many former omega males bodyguards who used to work at the family home are there? He squeezed his knees. If he can, he wants to jump out of the car window out of embarrassment. However, the vehicle specially prepared for Jun-Kyung under the direction of the chairman was strong enough to survive a head-on collision with a 15-ton truck.


    ¡°Who told you that?¡±


    ¡°The Executive Director.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    The driver smiled as he looked at Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°He said so while directly announcing the marriage at a meeting with executives and superiors. How the Executive Director fell in love at first sight and chased after him.¡±


    Jun-Kyung just closed his eyes. Should he just be glad Hyun-Seung Min didn¡¯t report it to the public news?


    He entered Yeouido, tattered from an unexpected mental attack. The complex mall, which was recently established by a famous department store group, has various luxury stores and trend-setting new designer brands.


    As much as it claims to be the center of shopping and trends, there were exhibition halls and galleries, and Lee Si-Eun¡¯s first exhibition was held there. Lee Si-Eun¡¯s name was hung side by side in an exhibition hall on the same scale as a world-class artist. It must have been possible because of the connections with the owner of this mall. Still, it is hard to have a place like this if a person doesn¡¯t have any skills at all.


    Surprisingly, there was a line at the entrance. Although not to the extent of a concert, it has reached the level of a famous restaurant. It is a fandom itself to wait for their turn with tickets in groups of twos and threes.


    ¡®Is Lee Si-Eun this famous?¡¯


    Admiring in his heart, Jun-Kyung handed out an invitation to the entrance staff. The staff, who confirmed that he was a VIP, guided him inside. Upon entering, there was a fairly large space with calm lighting. Quite a few spectators came and went along the complicated circular path. The scale of the exhibition seemed significant.


    ¡°The artist is over there.¡± Where the employee pointed, there was Lee Si-Eun in a white dress. She was laughing and talking to people who looked like fans.


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t mean for the staff to guide him right away. The original plan was to wait for his mother-in-law at the entrance and go in together. Anyway, since he¡¯s here, he might as well say hello.


    ¡°Hello. Congratulations on the exhibition.¡±


    Jun-Kyung smiled and nodded. Si-Eun Lee smiled widely. ¡°Jun-Kyung, I didn¡¯t know you were coming right now.¡±


    ¡°Yes, the car arrived a little early.¡±


    ¡°Wait a minute. I¡¯ll finish saying hello and come back right away.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay to take your time.¡± Jun-Kyung declined, but Lee Si-Eun did not listen. After greeting the fans, she joined Jun-Kyung¡¯s side in earnest.


    ¡°I received the flower basket well. The two names were next to each other.¡±


    ¡°Ah, yes.¡± He heard from the Executive Director Min that it was a flower basket sent by a secretary, and that their two names were written on the ribbon.


    ¡°It¡¯s true that people do that before marriage. Who hasn¡¯t been prepared for marriage?¡±


    It was said in a light tone, but from the listening position, it can be considered heavy. Can she just bring up the topic of the dead fiance like this? (T/N: Remember the eldest is engaged to Si-Eun Lee.)


    To hide his embarrassment, Jun-Kyung pretended not to notice and smiled shyly.


    Fortunately, Lee Si-Eun seemed to have no intention of continuing this topic. Instead, she led Jun-Kyung in front of her work.


    ¡°What do you think?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s cool.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t say that without looking.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know much about art.¡±


    ¡°Just tell me how you feel.¡±


    Unable to win, Jun-Kyung cast his gaze at the painting in front of him. He doesn¡¯t know what the theme was. It was just a picture of black and dark gray with white smudged on it.


    ¡°It is very dark.¡±


    ¡°Because the subject is darkness. The title of the exhibition is also ¡®Darkness¡¯.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡±


    Darkness. Isn¡¯t that too childish?


    ¡°Well, aren¡¯t you too interested?¡± Lee Si-Eun, who was full of energy, was bruised.


    ¡°I tried to find out in advance, but somehow I couldn¡¯t¡­¡±


    Jun-Kyung tried to apologize but then shut his mouth. She wasn¡¯t his boss. She was just a friend of Director Min and she and Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know much about each other, so he stopped apologizing.


    ¡°How about this?¡±


    There was not much difference from the previous picture. Its shape was indistinct, and the colors were full of deep blue and red in color. Even an outsider can tell that an art is a bluff.


    Why did a person born with a golden spoon draw such a dark picture? Maybe the death of her fianc¨¦ is the subject?


    ¡°It looks like the sea. A stormy sea?¡± The red next to the blue looks like blood, but he deliberately left that out of the story.


    ¡°Does it look like that?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t seem to like it very much.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t like it. I just don¡¯t know anything about art.¡±


    The other person crossed her arms and silently looked at the picture, as if the answer was not satisfactory. Jun-Kyung felt like he was sleeping standing up.


    ¡°This is blood.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡± Jun-Kyung thought it was obvious because it was dark red. As soon as kindergarteners see it, they would say ¡®Oh! It¡¯s blood!¡¯


    ¡°It¡¯s my blood.¡± The bluff is too much.


    Appealing to a VIP suffering from art disease is one of the essential virtues of a bodyguard. Jun-Kyung was also good at it, but that doesn¡¯t mean he understood it.


    What is lacking in a golden spoon? All Jun-Kyung can think of was ¡®What if your fianc¨¦ died?¡¯ To be honest, isn¡¯t it better than Jun-Kyung¡¯s situation? At least she¡¯s not pregnant with his dead fianc¨¦¡¯s child.


    ¡°People usually sympathize with me when I say this. Jun-Kyung is not like that.¡±


    ¡°Why should I carelessly sympathize with Lee Si-Eun?¡±


    You have to be sympathetic to a life worthy of sympathy. Even if parents and children die, there are many people in the world who do not have time to grief because they are busy making a living.


    Compared to them, Lee Si-Eun and Jun-kyung are worth living. Isn¡¯t it why they are leisurely going to an art exhibition?


    ¡°I think I understand a little why Hyun-Seung like Jun-Kyung.¡±


    Did these two childhood friends take a lesson on drama-style conversation together? What is wrong with everyone¡¯s way of talking?


    Lee Si-Eun seldom let go of Jun-kyung. As she continued to drag him around, she ripped off his appreciation of her art even more. It was the same picture every time. It was dark and black. The more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The titles of the paintings were Nightmare, Sinking, Invitation to Death, etc.


    He didn¡¯t have any more eloquent expressions to draw out, so he silently looked at the picture and moved on. Lee Si-Eun opened her mouth.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung, what do you think about psychopaths?¡±


    ¡°Psychopath?¡± Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t surprised by the sudden question. With this style of painting, she might be interested in criminals or psychopaths.


    On the contrary, the story was more interesting than viewing the boring picture. He tried to end the topic by nonchalantly answering that he wonders what kind of person they are but didn¡¯t elaborate. However, Si-Eun Lee was faster.


    ¡°I have met a psychopath.¡± She didn¡¯t ask because she was curious about Jun-Kyung¡¯s thoughts. She just needed an opportunity to start talking about herself.


    ¡°Really?¡± Jun-Kyung answered dryly. What is the probability of meeting a psychopath in a person¡¯s lifetime?


    Psychopaths do not wear the word psychopath on their foreheads, and in most cases, psychopaths do not know that they are psychopaths until they undergo a detailed mental evaluation.


    Most known psychopaths are in prison. Maybe she can go to jail and see them. But is there anyone who is not a crime researcher that does such a thing?


    ¡°He is a very cruel serial killer who actually killed several people. That¡¯s also the motivation for my painting.¡±


    At that point, Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t help but look straight at Lee Si-Eun. If it¡¯s not a bluff, did she really go to prison? There are sometimes people who approach and interview psychopaths in order to write a novel or make a movie, but Jun-Kyung despises those types.

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    Thank you @OATan for Ko-fi. Thic chapter is for you.


    ¡°Psychopaths hide among people. Nobody suspects a psychopath even if there are constant mysterious accidents happening around him.¡±


    Jun-Kyung hoped Si-Eun Lee would only make use of the exhibition concept moderately.


    ¡°What would you do if there was a psychopath in front of you?¡±


    ¡°If they are a psychopathic criminal, I would take a shot and report it to the police.¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s voice naturally become tense.


    ¡°What if that psychopath is someone who has power and wealth at the same time that prosecutors and police in the country won¡¯t believe you at all?¡±


    ¡°Could there be such a person? If he came from a family with that much wealth, he would be unable to do anything else since he was busy with tutoring from a young age.¡± Jun-Kyung brought up a story he heard from his older brother Jun-Hee.


    ¡°There is.¡± The tips of her red lips curled up. Darkness shone in her innocent, cruel and cheerful eyes. Lee Si-Eun wrapped her body with both arms.


    ¡°And it¡¯s a lot closer than you can imagine.¡± She glanced up at Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°I could be right next to Mr. Jun-Kyung.¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s stop talking about scary things.¡± He was slowly getting annoyed. After roughly covering it with a polite smile, he took out the phone for no reason.


    ¡°Give me a minute.¡±


    Jun-Kyung acted as if someone contacted him. The persistent gaze was unpleasant. He came out to the entrance of the exhibition hall and called his mother-in-law.


    ¨D Oh, I am going up now. Where are you?


    ¡°I am at the entrance.¡± He saw madam coming up the escalator. He was so happy that he burst into laughter.


    ¡°Did you wait long?¡±


    ¡°Not at all.¡± After explaining to her briefly about what he had been told at the hospital, they walked into the showroom. While he was suffering at the hands of Lee Si-Eun, Madam¡¯s friends all arrived at the exhibition hall.


    ¡°Taewon, you¡¯re late.¡± Madam name is Jeong Kyu-Jin. However, her friends called her Taewon. It¡¯s kind of like a nickname.


    ¡°You are the one who is fast, Misung¡± There were names of well-known companies thrown around the group as greetings. Some of them were already acquainted with madam.


    ¡°This is Taewon¡¯s new family?¡±


    ¡°Yes. Jun-Kyung, say hello.¡±


    ¡°Hello, my name is Jun-Kyung Ho.¡± He politely bowed his head.


    ¡°He is much more handsome than you told me.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right. I told you that he is perfect for the youngest son because he has a good personality.¡± For a moment, the eyes of the wives gathered in one place. The dumbfounded mother was taken aback. ¡°Oh, I am sorry. My mouth is out of control.¡±


    Madam, who was really like a Bodhisattva, quickly dispelled the atmosphere. This was the reason why the wives from different companies were able to be friendly.


    The chairwoman of the Taewon Group, which is ranked among the top five in Korea, naturally has no choice but to be the focal point. Because of her nature, she often mediates the atmosphere, so the individuals with such enormous influence went well without much friction.


    ¡°Should I say male daughter-in-law? Is it son-in-law? Anyway, this is the second time your son has brought a new member of the family.¡±


    The atmosphere was like an ordinary middle-aged women gathering. Perhaps because they were close friends even though the wives have tremendous social influence. Of course, the outfit is far from wearing hiking clothes. (T/N: Korean middle-aged aunties often wear hiking clothes and gossiped together.)


    ¡°How did they meet?¡±


    For a moment, the eyes of the wives were all focused on Jun-Kyung. Madam swept her glanced at Jun-Kyung with a proud smile.


    ¡°I packed a lunchbox and had Jun-Kyung send it.¡±


    ¡°Lunch box?¡± The wives¡¯ eyes twinkled with curiosity. Madam explained how Jun-Kyung and Executive Director Min met face-to-face for the first time.


    ¡°Packed lunch. Will it work for my child?¡±


    ¡°There is no harm in trying.¡± This was followed by a discussion among the wives about how to get rid of unfilial children who don¡¯t get married early. It was such a difficult and embarrassing position, but Jun-Kyung stood by the side with a smile until his cheeks hardened.


    Because of a series of tragic family history, madam rarely went out recently. The reason why so many wives gathered here at once was to see madam who had been out for a long time.


    A cheerful voice flew in with a fresh scent. It was Lee Si-Eun.


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    ¡°Si-Eun.¡±


    ¡°Our artist is here.¡±


    Among them, there are many people who know Si-eun Lee directly, and they were happy to shake hands with Si-Eun Lee one by one.


    ¡°The work is very nice.¡±


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    Jun-Kyung was glad that Lee Si-Eun showed up. Their interest in Jun-Kyung has shifted to an attractive unmarried woman.


    ¡°Si-Eun, do you have a good person in mind?¡±


    ¡°Not yet. That¡¯s just how it is.¡±


    ¡°Come over to my house sometime.¡±


    ¡°Shall I?¡±


    The invitation to the house, in other words, was to introduce their son. The fact that she was engaged to the deceased Hyun-Jun Min was not widely known to the outside world. It was thanks to the family¡¯s silence. Even Jun-Kyung who was living in the house doesn¡¯t know, so of course, the wives did not know either.


    While Lee Si-Eun is dealing with the grown-ups, Jun-Kyung naturally withdrew from the gathering with the excuse that he wants to see more of her paintings.


    ¡°Okay, go and see.¡± Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t even catch madam either.


    Jun-Kyung, who was finally alone, sighed and slowly walked around the exhibition hall. He didn¡¯t like Lee Si-Eun¡¯s world of art very much, but since he had nothing to do, he casually looked at her paintings that he hadn¡¯t seen before.


    The audience moved in groups of twos and threes and stopped in front of one painting. Jun-Kyung, who was following the audience in front, naturally stood behind them.


    At the center of the exhibition, a space with carefully set lighting appeared. Unlike the other paintings that had several hanging on one wall, this one hung on the entire wall. The size of the painting was so enormous that it filled a wall. As a non-artist, he was more curious about the cost of the frame and paint.


    ¡°Wow, nice.¡±


    ¡°I came to see this.¡±


    Judging from the conversations of the spectators standing next to it, it seemed to be a representative work, so this time Jun-Kyung took a closer look.


    The colors were similar to the pictures he had seen so far. The only difference was the back of a man standing in front of the stormy sea at night. A man wearing a suit looked like a giant even though there was no special comparison group around him. His shoulders were exceptionally wide, and his back was even broader.


    ¡°What?¡±


    The moment when the man strangely felt a bit familiar, something new was reflected in Jun-kyung¡¯s eyes. The shape of the black and blue wave stretching around the man was strange. It wasn¡¯t just a wave. He walked forward using the space between the spectators.


    ¡°Ah.¡±


    Jun-Kyung, who is 180 cm tall, also had to lift his chin up to see the top of the painting. There was something he could only see when he was standing close.


    The ominous black waves that stretched all over the place were not just mere spray. There were a lot of tiny bumps that you couldn¡¯t notice unless you looked very closely. Among the shades, a black hand sprouted from the water and threatened the man along the silhouette.


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart throbbed. Cool goose bumps ran along his ankles.


    Hyung.


    His spine stiffened. As his mouth dried up, the cold feeling that started at his ankles gradually rose up. Hisvankles stiffened. The presence of visitors and the volume of conversations heard throughout the exhibition hall gradually decreased.


    I¡¯m so lonely.


    The floor suddenly turned into chlorine-like water. The stream soon became as deep and strong as the waves in the Han River.


    The lower body of Jun-Kyung, who was standing tall, was pushed and he lost his balance. The smell of chlorine from the ice-cold water quickly disappeared and was replaced with the fishy smell of salt.


    Come with me.


    The hard floor becomes like mud. The world shook. Now, black water flows down from the painting as well. A man in a tight suit blocked the center, but it was not enough to block the water flowing in all directions.


    ¡°No. Go away.¡±


    What? What¡¯s wrong with this person? People were buzzing around him.


    ¡°Fuck! Get out of here! Go away!¡±


    Jun-Kyung screamed. His fists were tightened and released. While something flashes, the black water and the hand falter back. He quickly picked up the phone with trembling hands. There was only one person that immediately came to mind.


    The other party received it before the first signal even reached out.


    ?Hello.


    The moment he heard the heavy and stable voice, Jun-Kyung felt like he was about to burst into tears.


    ¡°Hyun¡­¡­Seung¡­¡±


    ?Yes, I am listening. Tell me.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­here¡­.. could you come please¡­ now.¡±

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    Jun-Kyung continued talking, barely swallowing the hot, wet lump that surged up.


    ©¤Are you in Yeouido now?


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ©¤ Don¡¯t hang up the phone. I am leaving right away.


    ¡°Yes¡­.come quickly.¡±


    ? Is there a place to sit by?


    ¡°Ah, yes. Wait. a minute¡±


    Jun-Kyung gulped his saliva and looked around. People were looking at him with strange eyes. And the employee who was approaching hurriedly whispered something through the ear.


    ¡°Are you okay? Your complexion is not looking good. Can I help you to the entrance?¡±


    The employee held out his hand, asking anxiously.


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    ? Are you an employee?


    ¡°Yeah.¡± Jun-Kyung answered Executive Director Min¡¯s question, but the employee seemed to take it as a positive affirmation and lightly placed his hand on Jun-Kyung¡¯s arm.


    An uncontrollable feeling of disgust rose up. Jun-Kyung trembled and shook his hand as if kicking away a dirty bug.


    ¡°Don¡¯t touch me!¡±


    ¡°Customer?¡± While the surprised employee was frozen, another employee who sensed the commotion appeared. It was the same employee who guided Jun-Kyung at the entrance. He quickly whispered something to the earpiece in his ear.


    ? Jun-Kyung? What happened? We are on the go. I¡¯ll be there in 5 minutes. Secretary Choi, step on it more. Ignore the signal. You can deal with it later. Jun-Kyung, are you listening?


    ¡°So I¡­.¡± What can he say to the Executive Director Min who is on his way in a rush?


    The people around them widened their distance and were wary of him. Even Jun-Kyung himself was very surprised. The most reliable person appeared together with the artist.


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    ¡°Jun-Kyung?¡± The wide-eyed madam approached urgently. Lee Si-Eun explained that she knows Jun-Kyung to the surprised employees.


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Are you sick?¡± Madam asked gently.


    ? Are you his mother?


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Like the employee before, madam was confused as to what was going on. She tried to touch Jun-Kyung. He hated her touch although not as much as the staff.


    ¡°Don¡¯t touch me.¡±


    He refused, shaking his head hurriedly. Madam hesitated. She looked at Jun-Kyung with worried eyes and found the phone in his hand.


    ¡°Is this Hyun-Seung?¡±


    Jun-Kyung nodded.


    ¨DI will be there in 3 minutes.


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    ¡°Is he on his way?¡±


    He continued to nod. He tried to tell her Hyun-Seung would be there in three minutes, but his mouth was frozen.


    ¡°Taewon, what happened?¡± Other wives appeared. While madam was flustered, Lee Si-Eun ordered her staff to lead the visitors to another place. Even though people disappeared one by one, the tension did not go away.


    Cold sweat broke out all over his body, while his mouth was dry. The other senses were noticeably dull, but on the contrary, the fingertips and toes were cold enough to be concerned about frostbite. His ears were ringing all the time, and the head was pounding as if it had been beaten with a hammer.


    ¡°Why is he like this?¡± One of the wives tried to come closer, but the other wife hurriedly stopped her.


    ¡°Don¡¯t go close. Taewon-ah, you come back too.¡± The person who said it has a family member who is a male omega. ¡°Anyway, it¡¯s like bonding shock. We had a kid like that in our house too. Can¡¯t touch him. If you do something wrong, he will be shocked. Taewon¡¯s child is pregnant, so it¡¯s more dangerous.¡±


    ¡°Then what do we do? Just leave him that way?¡±


    ¡°His husband has to come. Tell your son to come right away. And call 911.¡±


    ¡°I called 911 a while ago.¡± Lee Si-Eun replied. Madam couldn¡¯t take her eyes off Jun-Kyung even as she stepped back.


    ¡°Executive Director Min is on his way. right?¡±


    Jun-Kyung nodded his head barely up and down. His limbs stiffened. He breaks out in a cold sweat and is now short of breath. At first he tried to catch his breath somehow with deep breaths, but it became difficult every minute. Later, he began to hyperventilate, choking as if he were strangled.


    His whole body was wet with sweat. He could feel it even without a mirror that his complexion was as white as white paper. His hands were shaking, and he couldn¡¯t hold the phone any longer.


    Baam.


    Dropping the phone startled his mother-in-law.


    ¡°Oh, what should I do?¡±


    Since she couldn¡¯t touch him, she couldn¡¯t even come close and only stomped her feet out of frustration. Recognizing the seriousness of the situation, the staff prevented visitors from entering this area at all.


    ¡°You can¡¯t come this way.¡±


    ¡°Move! Or you will regret it!¡±


    It was noisy outside. An employee was blocking someone. One of the wives who was close by looked at the commotion and shouted happily.


    ¡°Executive Director Min, here!¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡±


    Executive Director Min, who appeared through the staff, stared at Jun-Kyung with equally surprised eyes,


    ¡°Ah¡­ah¡­.ah¡­ah¡­¡±


    The moment Jun-Kyung saw him, he felt a great sense of relief. But it turned out to be a grim harbinger.


    The moment the tension that hampers the convulsions was slightly relieved, breathing was completely blocked. His throat was strangled, and he couldn¡¯t lift a hand even though he was choking. Will he suffocate and die? Tears welled up in fear.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung-ah!¡±


    The astonished Executive Director Min was about to rush in, but madam, who had previously told Jun-Kyung was in shock, hurriedly stopped him.


    ¡°No! If you touch him like that, he¡¯ll be in big trouble!¡±


    ¡°Why?¡± Madam burst into tears and urgently reported the situation to Executive Director Min.


    ¡°There must be some kind of shock. I just called 911!¡±


    ¡°Wait a minute, Executive Director Min. Listen to me, don¡¯t touch him suddenly. Go slowly and hold his hand, only his hand, got it?¡±


    ¡°A hand?¡±


    ¡°Yes. Hold his hand, hold his hand.¡±


    Director Min, who slowly approached as his mother told him, slowly held out his hand. Jun-Kyung also wanted to hold Hyun-Seung¡¯s hand. It feels as though if he holds that hand, the black and gray hands that wrapped around his whole body would disappear.


    ¡°Ah¡­ah¡­.Hyun¡­.¡±


    ¡°I will hold hands. Okay?¡±


    Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t even nod his head anymore, so he just blinked. Tears welled up and dripped down. Director Min, who approached cautiously, stretched out his index and middle finger toward Jun-Kyung¡¯s hand, which was still stiff in the position of holding the phone.


    Hyun-Seung¡¯s fingertips could Jun-Kyung¡¯s trembling fingers. As the warm energy spread, the black hand that was clinging to it slid back.


    ¡°I am going to hold hands now.¡±


    With a calm and cold voice, Executive Director Min grabbed Jun-kyung¡¯s hand. Jun-Kyung¡¯s stiff neck starts to move slowly. The warm palms melted the frozen shoulders and arms. Executive Director Min, who gently pull down his hand, stared at Jun-Kyung, who was still shaking.


    ¡°I¡¯ll hold your other hand too.¡±


    Blinking his eyes, Jun-Kyung nodded. When Hyun-Seung grabbed the other hand, the fishy hand wrapped around his neck slipped away.


    ¡°Cough!¡±


    As soon as his throat was freed, Jun-kyung gasped for breath, puffing out his chest like a track athlete finishing his sprint. As the oxygen rushed towards his brain, he was momentarily dizzy.


    The once frozen joints and muscles now melted could not support his body. Jun-Kyung collapsed.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung!¡±


    There was no fall to the floor. As always, there was a strong arm that accepted Jun-Kyung in a dangerous moment. He felt dizzy as though he was about to pass out. Jun-Kyung gathered the last of his strength and grabbed the hem of the Executive Director¡¯s clothes.


    That was the end of his memory.


    ***


    When he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital room. Beside him was madam, but her makeup was completely smeared. As soon as she met Jun-Kyung¡¯s eyes and let out a small exclamation, she pressed the remote control next to her.


    As soon as the button was pressed, the attending physician, nurse, and Executive Director Min appeared at the same time. The attending physician and nurse examined the condition and inquired.


    ¡°Were you suddenly unable to stop moving and have difficulty breathing?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°For no particular reason?¡± While nodding his head, his gaze turned slightly to Director Min who was behind the doctor. He knows his surroundings are harmless, but they felt strangely unpleasant.


    Jun-Kyung twisted his head, not wanting the doctor to look into his eyes with a pin-light. When the doctor tried to put a hand on his stomach for auscultation, he almost jumped in a fit.


    ¡°Director Min!¡± As he stretched out his arms toward him, Executive Director Min immediately came over and hugged Jun-kyung. Other people were surprised, but in fact, Jun-Kyung himself was more surprised. He clung to Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s arms like a frightened dog.


    ¡°As expected, bonding shock is right.¡±


    The doctor, who lowered the stethoscope, made the worried madam take a step back.


    ¡°Is it dangerous?¡±


    At madam¡¯s question, the attending physician shook her head.


    ¡°No. Most of these are temporary. It¡¯s a problem caused by hormones. It¡¯s similar to panic disorder, but there¡¯s no special medicine. But in the case of Mr. Jun-kyung Ho, the reaction seems to be a bit intense.¡±


    ¡°Then what should I do?¡±


    ¡°What do you mean? Executive Director Min made him like this, so he has to take responsibility.¡±


    At those words, Executive Director Min turned his head to the attending physician.


    ¡°To be more specific¡­¡±


    Suddenly, Jun-Kyung pulse rose, and his face flushed with heat. At the same time, he felt extreme discomfort. He didn¡¯t want Director Min talking with other people. Jun-Kyung reached out his hand involuntarily and turned Hyun-Seung¡¯s head toward him.


    ¡°Look this way.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t look at other people. Look only at me.¡±


    After keeping his eyes open and staring into Director Min¡¯s shocked eyes, Jun-Kyung rested his head on his broad shoulders.


    ¡°He¡¯s kinda cute. How much did you bite and suck a person to the point of having the hormone level fluctuate?¡±


    The attending physician clicked her tongue. The nurse also smiled. Like it or not, Jun-Kyung has no intention of handing over Director Min.


    The attending physician continued to explain to the bewildered madam.


    ¡°Until Mr. Jun-Kyung Ho¡¯s condition improves, Executive Director Min just has to do as Jun-kyung says. There is no other way. Executive Director Min is giving him sickness and also giving him medicine. The hospital is not a very good environment, so if you get all the fluids you need, leave the hospital right away. It would be better if it was just the two of them at home.¡±


    ¡°Is that really ok?¡± Madam asked.


    ¡°Is there a special medicine for love sickness? Your baby is the best medicine.¡±

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    ¡°Oh my.¡±


    At the same time as madam exclaimed, the frantic Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t help but look at the doctor.


    What do you mean, love sickness? Even if the person concerned is sick, how could she say such an irresponsible thing? He wanted to argue to not say anything without knowing what was going on, but he couldn¡¯t. It was because Executive Director Min also reflexively tried to turn his head that way.


    Executive Director Min had to look only at himself. Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know what¡¯s going on, but  felt that urge and couldn¡¯t suppress it at all.


    This time, he turned Hyun-Seung¡¯s head very roughly towards him. Executive Director Min¡¯s eyes were shaken more than before, and Jun-Kyung was embarrassed as well.


    ¡°You saw that? Don¡¯t turn your eyes away from me.¡±


    ¡°Oh my.¡± After the attending physician and nurses left, madam watched Jun-Kyung and Director Min for a while and sighed softly.


    Two hours later, he was discharged in the arms of Executive Director Min. Even in the car heading home, he was sitting on Executive Director Min¡¯s lap the entire time and didn¡¯t enter the house on his own. He didn¡¯t want Director Min to leave for a moment to change his clothes even after putting Jun-kyung on the bed.


    ¡°Can¡¯t you just lie down?¡±


    At Jun-kyung¡¯s plea, Executive Director Min had to lie on the bed without taking off his clothes properly. As soon as Hyun-Seung came to his side, Jun-Kyung dug right into his arms. When Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t held in his arms, his heart beat ominously.


    He was so scared that the same scary hand would appear and strangle him again. Even if he dismissed it as a hallucination, it was no use. The aftermath of the shock he had experienced during the day still made Jun-Kyung tremble.


    ¡°Suddenly you¡¯ve become a baby.¡±


    ¡°I will try to overcome it quickly.¡±


    Executive Director Min sighed lightly. He slowly patted the trembling Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to.¡±


    Considering the busy company situation, those are just words.


    Jun-Kyung heartbeat slowly started to find his own slow rhythm. The doctor who told them to leave the hospital quickly was right. It was much more comfortable being alone in a quiet house.


    He rested his forehead against Hyun-Seung¡¯s hard chest, regaining his breath. He slept soundly in the hospital, so he wasn¡¯t sleepy. After calming down, he began to worry about something else.


    ¡°I¡­I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    ¡°Why?¡± The questioning voice was much lighter and more indifferent than usual.


    ¡°I caused concern and also interfered with the work of the company.¡±


    The shock itself is not Jun-Kyung¡¯s fault at all. According to the doctor¡¯s diagnosis, isn¡¯t it rather because of Director Min¡¯s misbehavior? To put it bluntly, it¡¯s because it¡¯s too much.


    It¡¯s embarrassing, so he can¡¯t really say anything. How will he look at madam¡¯s face in the future? Anyway, since he suddenly called someone who was at work, he had to apologize out of politeness.


    The arm wrapped around his back was strong.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about the business. You are more important than the company.¡±


    Meanwhile, Executive Director Min patted Junkyung¡¯s head slightly. His lips naturally touched the forehead. Even if Jun-Kyung tried not to be conscious, his nerves were focused in that direction. In a different sense than before, his pulse quickened slightly.


    ¡°By the way.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°Why are you dropping honorifics all of a sudden?¡±


    Thanks to the naturally changed way of speaking, the area around Jun-Kyung¡¯s cheekbones had been itching from earlier. His toes and fingers were curled.


    ¡°Pfft.¡±


    What was funny? Executive Director Min lowly laughed. Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t keep his fingers and toes still. As he wiggled his toes mercilessly, his fingers crumpled the hem of Director Mr. Min¡¯s suit.


    ¡°Did that bother you?¡±


    ¡°Slightly.¡±


    ¡°Are you going to fight again?¡±


    Even though he knew it was a playful question, Jun-Kyung thought about it quite seriously. At that time, he really got goosebumps and couldn¡¯t help but toss Min. As a result, it went back to failure.


    But now? It tickled him a little, but it wasn¡¯t unbearable. In the midst of doing after all the naughty things, the shyness of speaking informally is a bit problematic.


    ¡°It¡¯s not to that extent.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s a relief.¡±


    The lips that touched his forehead curled up slightly.


    I think he kissed me.


    After accepting the informal speech, it was okay to kiss. Humans are so cunning.


    Jun-Kyung, who had been absent-minded for a moment, suddenly asked.


    ¡°Can I speak informally to you too?¡±


    ¡°If you call me Hyung or honey.¡±


    How cowardly do you have to be to attack a sick person? Anyway, Jun-Kyung can¡¯t let his guard down.


    ¡°¡­¡­..¡± Since he is younger, Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t mind if he continues to use honorifics with Director Min. It¡¯s hard to say openly, so he chose silence instead.


    Gradually, his eyelids grew heavy. As he got into a comfortable position, his legs became entangled. He felt a strong presence. He didn¡¯t think he was sleepy, but his mind was unknowingly delirious.


    How long will this condition last? He shouldn¡¯t bother Director Min too much. He should get better soon.


    When the intermittent thoughts almost stopped, Executive Director Min whispered with a dreamy, sweet voice that he had never heard before.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung Ho, you play with me too much.¡±


    ***


    The miracle of bonding shock disappearing overnight did not happen. Thanks to being held all night, he felt much better the next day.


    It¡¯s not that he felt better but more like better than the time of the seizure. It was still far from normal. If Director Min was not seen for more than five minutes, his heart would pound, and his hands and feet would tremble.


    ¡°I¡¯m at home for the time being.¡±


    The secretary and the staff who received the call stopped by the house. They installed security laptops and various office equipment in the study, which was rarely used except for occasional contact with overseas branches. There was also a large monitor for video conferencing. Although communication technology has advanced tremendously these days, working from home has its limitations. It is better to receive confidential information directly.


    ¡°I will come to report once in the morning and afternoon. Would that be all right?¡±


    After completing the installation report, the secretary asked Director Min. Instead of answering, Executive Director Min looked at Jun-Kyung.


    Jun-Kyung was standing in front of the library door. He couldn¡¯t stand it not even for the moment while the staff were prepping the computers and explaining the precautions for using the computer.


    Honestly, he¡¯s not okay. However, he was confident that he would not immediately rush in and cling to Director Min. Of course, under the premise that Executive Director Min is in sight.


    The eyes of the computer room staff who had just finished the installation looked at the two. Jun-Kyung, who was half-hidden by the door frame, was greatly embarrassed. His composure was easily broken by the symptoms of the shock. Sensing the trembling eyes, Executive Director Min straightened out the situation.


    ¡°Once in the morning is enough. In the afternoon, if you are not in a hurry, only by phone. Instead, report from time to time by e-mail.¡±


    ¡°All right.¡±


    Even if the secretary is tight lipped, it is not certain that the computer room staff will do the same. There are limits to keeping your mouth shut. To be honest, is it even possible to keep the mouths shut at this point?


    He is a young and handsome Executive who was chosen as the heir to the group, so he draws attention even if he is not trying. And what if such a person known for being a workaholic storms out during a meeting due to an abrupt phone call?


    There was nothing that Jun-kyung could do, and also he is not sick because he wants to be sick. It¡¯s best not to care, but he has no choice but to be sensitive to the company¡¯s reputation. Jun-Kyung is not a lofty person who is not swayed by others¡¯ gazes, nor is he a person with such a personality breakdown in another sense.


    Is there anyone who can stay aloof when people that work in the same company talk about you in a broad sense? In fact, Jun-Kyung thought it was fortunate that he became like this after leaving the company. Or by now, the phone would have caught on fire from people asking what was going on. The phone is quiet now because he is using the new phone that Executive Director Min gave me.


    After the secretary and staff left, Executive Director Min made coffee in the kitchen instead of sitting at his desk. He prepared two cups and handed one to Jun-Kyung. Wasn¡¯t coffee prohibited? Still, if offered, he would not refuse.


    ¡°Can I have coffee?¡±


    ¡°Your is not real coffee, it¡¯s a substitute for coffee.¡±


    Of course it is. Why would a person who even gives prescribed medication for a slightly upset stomach make the mistake of giving real coffee?


    The aroma and color of the drink in the warm mug reminds him of an ordinary Americano. When he drank a little bit, the taste was very bad. It¡¯s like coffee, but like a coffee that a barista with no skills makes. Still, in a situation where coffee is banned altogether, this is better than nothing.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to do some work now.¡±


    Standing in front of the elevator going up to the study, Executive Director Min said to Jun-Kyung. While he was at work, he was asking what Jun-Kyung was going to do.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to watch a movie in the living room.¡±


    ¡°Will you be okay?¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s to happen in the house? Don¡¯t worry, just go to work.¡±


    The opponent, who was silent for a moment as if Jun-Kyung was not trusted, went upstairs.


    Currently, the interior of this house was the same as Director Min used. Furniture and home appliances are simple but have a strong presence. So even though the house looks a bit bleak, it¡¯s okay if you think of it as a house where a man lived alone. In fact, the condo Jun-Kyung lived for more than two years had the same basic aesthetics except for the blanket and clothes.

 CH 61

    The senior number is on the original cell phone Jun-Kyung used. He decided to go upstairs to organize the bedroom.


    Instead of using the elevator, he took the stairs to the upper floor. To get to the bedroom from there, he has to walk past  the study. For some reason, the door to the study was wide open. Sensing the presence of people, Executive Director Min naturally cast his gaze toward the door.


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡±


    ¡°Oh, I came to the bedroom to find something.¡± Jun-Kyung nodded shyly and went back down to the living room to find the phone. He didn¡¯t want to reveal the details of the call.


    ¡°Oh gosh.¡± Since it had not been used for a long time, the phone was naturally discharged. The problem is that the charger is upstairs, specifically in the bedroom.


    He went up again. Going up and down the stairs was difficult nowadays, whether that¡¯d be because he has a personal driver or because of pregnancy hormones.


    Even if it wasn¡¯t, he was worried that his physical strength would decrease rapidly, so Jun-Kyung decided to use the stairs. It was a little harder than he thought. When he passes in front of the study, he tries to be careful so as to not  disturb Executive Director Min and hold his breath.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung?¡±


    ¡°A charger.¡±


    While looking for a charger in the bedroom, Executive Director Min came out of the study. Jun-Kyung found the charger and held it up.


    He went back to the living room, plugged in the charger, and turned on his phone. He was looking for the number of his seniors but suddenly had a question. Can he invite his friends to the wedding? If invited, he should probably ask how many people are possible.


    ¡°Sigh.¡±


    Jun-Kyung let out a sigh. He gave up on the stairs and pressed the elevator button. His body felt more at ease, but his heart felt heavier than before.


    Ding!


    Today, the light alarm sound of the elevator was loud. The elevator door, which was quite slow to respond because it was for home use, slowly opened. At the same time, he found Executive Director Min coming out of the study. It was embarrassing that the same situation unfolded again.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry to keep interrupting you.¡±


    ¡°I was going to take a break because I ran out of coffee anyway.¡± There was no cup in Director Min¡¯s hand as he said so. ¡°What do you need this time?¡±


    ¡°I have something to ask you.¡± Regarding Jun-Kyung¡¯s opinion of inviting guests, Executive Director Min had no particular disagreement.


    ¡°Do what you feel comfortable with. If there are a lot of people, we can add more seats. Decide how many invitations to send out and consult it with mother.¡±


    Executive Director Min replied as he brewed coffee in a new cup in the kitchen on the first floor. Jun-Kyung¡¯s share was cocoa with plenty of marshmallows.


    Executive Director Min went up to the second floor again. Returning to the living room, Jun-kyung sent a message to the senior he had marked earlier while waiting for Cocoa to cool down. Instead of talking about sudden business, he first asked if the senior had time these days, and the answer came right away.


    His senior asked Jun-Kyung why he hadn¡¯t heard from him these days and that he called a while ago with no answer. Jun-Kyung was a little flustered and said he couldn¡¯t answer because he was a little busy. When asked what he was doing these days, Jun-Kyung said that he was preparing to get married.


    [Are you at work?]


    [No, I am not working yet.]


    Then the call came right away. Jun-Kyung answered on accident.


    ©¤ Are you not working these days? You quit before and you are still taking a break?


    ¡°Yes, that¡¯s what happened.¡±


    ©¤ Then you have a lot of time.


    Then, the senior asked for some help with his work. He was in charge of the entire big event, but he lacked experienced people. He said Jun-Kyung was the right person, and that he would pay generously.


    ¡°Oh, I think I am in a little trouble.¡±


    ©¤ Why? You say you have nothing to do?


    ¡°That¡¯s true, but I¡¯m in a situation where if I go to work¡­. Ugh!¡±


    During the phone call, Jun-Kyung was frightened. That is because Executive Director Min suddenly appeared in the living room with a laptop.


    ¡®Continue the call.¡¯


    After saying that, Executive Director Min opened his laptop on the sofa table. Then, he sat down on a seat one space away from Jun-Kyung. Looking at the screen on which something like a drawing was drawn with difficult English, he wrote something with an electronic pen on the pad he was using instead of a notebook.


    ©¤ Jun-Kyung Ho? What happened? Should I hang up? Did you drop the phone?


    ¡°No, I am listening.¡±


    Jun-Kyung turned around and lowered his voice.


    ©¤ So you can¡¯t work?


    ¡°Yes, I will call you back later.¡± When he¡¯s not home.


    ©¤ Okay. Aside from work, you haven¡¯t been in touch lately. Call me often.


    ¡°Yes, I understand. Bye, hyung.¡±


    The moment he finished the call and looked up, he made eye contact with Executive Director Min, who was staring at him. He was so shocked he almost fell.


    ¡°Who is it?¡±


    ¡°A senior I know.¡±


    ¡°¡®Senior?¡±


    ¡°Yes. He¡¯s a senior in the security department, and I contact him often.¡±


    ¡°Hmm.¡± Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know what he didn¡¯t like, but the way he looked at Jun-kyung wasn¡¯t nice. He looks blunt and cold, and there was a light irritation on top of it.


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡±


    ¡°Nothing.¡±


    As if he didn¡¯t want to say anything, Director Min looked at the pad again. The table with the laptop was low, so he naturally leaned his upper body forward. As he looked at the pad, he furrowed his brow and scrawled the tip of the electronic pen widely.


    Then, he casually threw the pad onto the marble table and tapped the keys while looking at the laptop. Then he picked up the pad again and scrolled the screen with his long fingers. He is  intimidating even when he is still. It was the same movement as usual, but strangely, the air is frozen.


    ¡®Obviously something is wrong.¡¯


    As Jun-Kyung quenched his thirst with lukewarm cocoa, he noticed Executive Director Min. The cocoa has cooled down quite a bit. While measuring the time and distance to run away to the kitchen on the pretext of reheating it, Executive Director Min suddenly opened his mouth.


    ¡°By the way, why is he your hyung?¡± It was a comfortable tone, as if he was suddenly thinking about it and asking.


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    At first Jun-Kyung had no idea what the context was. Executive Director Min slowly turned his head, and his eyes glowed with a cold light. Jun-Kyung was caught off guard by the ice storm blazed in the form of blue flames.


    ¡°I heard that he is your senior in the department.¡±


    Only then did Jun-Kyung realize that he was talking about the senior he just spoke on the phone.


    ¡°Because you are close? Do you call everyone hyung if you¡¯re close?¡±


    ¡°Most of the time. I can¡¯t call you oppa because I am a man.¡±


    Jun-Kyung added a joke to ease the argument. Executive Director Min, who thought deeply, nodded his head as if he understood.


    ¡°Then, how close will you have to be¡­.¡±


    ¡°The cocoa is cold, so I am going to warm it up. Can I get you some more coffee, Executive Director Min?¡±


    Thinking that he wouldn¡¯t be able to call Hyun-Seung hyung even after death, he grabbed the ball and called him Executive Director Min in the brightest but firm tone possible. His opponent¡¯s expression was distorted.


    ¡°It¡¯s fine.¡±


    ¡°Then just mine.¡± Jun-Kyung smiled and went to the kitchen. Sighing inwardly, he placed the Coco cup in the microwave.


    ¡°Give it to me.¡±


    At some point, Executive Director Min approached Jun-Kyung and stretched out his arm from behind him. Soon, his long, solid arms wrapped around Jun-kyung¡¯s waist, and a strong chest touched Jun-Kyung¡¯s back. Perhaps because of the aftermath of the bonding shock, even when Director Min acted inappropriately, Jun-Kyung felt calm rather than offended.


    While the microwave dropped, a large hand came over and cupped Jun-Kyung¡¯s cheek. When he turned his head to the gentle yet irresistible force, Director Min kissed him. The faint aroma of coffee spread in his mouth.


    Ding!


    The microwave stopped. At the same time, Executive Director Min¡¯s lips fell off. When he opened his reflexively closed eyes, a nice mask filled his field of vision.


    ¡°How¡¯s the bonding shock?¡±


    ¡°I think I¡¯m fine now.¡±


    ¡°I am almost done with my urgent work today. Now I can fully focus on you. Shall I hug you?¡±


    Aren¡¯t you already hugging me? And I am feeling okay now, so you don¡¯t have to. Jun-Kyung tried to talk back like this, but he shut his mouth. Judging by the seriousness of the opponent¡¯s expression, it seemed that the energy of a Siberian tiger would surge into the house if he does reply like that.


    Nothing good would come out of his mouth now, so he just nodded. He was taken to the sofa in the living room without a chance to grab his hot cocoa.


    Executive Director Min¡¯s demeanor was sticky, so Jun-Kyung thought he would do something strange in broad daylight. However, Director Min cutely wanted Jun-Kyung to sit on his lap. As soon as he sat with his legs neatly gathered, Executive Director Min hugged his torso tightly, then placed his lips on his neck and bit slightly, leaving a faint mark.


    ¡°How was the person you dated before?¡±


    ¡°The person I dated?¡±


    Was he dating someone he didn¡¯t know about? When Jun-Kyung asked back, Executive Director Min looked up.


    ¡°You said I wasn¡¯t the first one?¡±


    ¡°Ahhh.¡± He¡¯d completely forgotten to cover it up. When he belatedly nodded in affirmation, Executive Director Min¡¯s eyes narrowed. He stared at Jun-Kyung¡¯s face as if searching. Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart raced for no reason.


    In fact, it doesn¡¯t matter anymore if he say that Director Min is the only person he has officially dated or pretended to date, but he had a strong hunch that if he tell the truth right now, he¡¯ll end up in a bad situation.


    ¡°But why is that all of a sudden¡­?¡±


    ¡°No, I was just curious.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s there to be curious about? We dated so long ago that I can¡¯t remember his name or face anymore.¡± Jun-Kyung was afraid that he would ask specifically, so he deliberately said it.


    ¡°I guess there were so many that you couldn¡¯t remember them all, right?¡±


    Executive Director Min barked with a serious attitude. Jun-Kyung laughed out loud because he was dumbfounded.


    ¡°You can think of it like that.¡±


    ¡°Is it for real?¡± A laser was fired from the eyes of a moron when it comes to a certain area. He was so sincere that Jun-Kyung¡¯s heart to mess around disappeared.


    ¡°Are you seriously asking?¡±


    Executive director Min, who had been silently examining Jun-Kyung¡¯s complexion, realized that it was a joke. Jun-Kyung really wondered how a person who cared so much about the past could accept someone else¡¯s child even though it was from a younger sibling.


    However, the time for serious questions and answers had to be postponed until later. It was because Executive Director Min¡¯s hand, unable to understand the complicated human mind, entered the T-shirt.

 CH 62

    Thank you @Karu & @Nonchi for Ko-fi. Next update: 2/10/23


    The hand that came in from behind slowly stroked the back dimples and then moved forward along the ribs. The gentle groping of the hand was ticklish and at the same time, strange that Jun-Kyung shoulders couldn¡¯t help shaking.


    A light kiss followed on his neck. The movement of the hand inside the shirt became bolder and bolder. Executive Director Min just needed to twist a little bit to hover over Jun-Kyung since he was sitting close.


    Contrary to Jun-kyung who was completely lying down, Director Min supported his whole body with his hands and knees. It was when Director Min was just pulling up the hem of Jun-kyung¡¯s clothes that a TV screen lit up.


    A black screen began to rise. Jun-Kyung eyes naturally went there, but Director Min¡¯s hand grabbed his chin and made him look straight again. To be precise, look straight ahead to a sharp, handsome face. Dark lust reflected on his features, which were lightly shadowed thanks to his back to the light.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung -ah.¡± A husky, low-pitched voice rang out. His pulse quickened. It felt different from the shock yet familiar. Junkyung¡¯s body temperature also rose as much as the hands touching his back and chest. Director Min, who tilted his head, bit his earlobe lightly, ¡°Don¡¯t look elsewhere¡­¡±.


    ¡°Everyone, look at this big male killer whale.¡±


    An old man sounded in a cheerful voice from the TV.


    ¡°A male in heat is trying to get the attention of a mate he is interested in.¡±


    An empty laugh broke out. Jun-Kyung coughed in vain and raised his upper body.


    Cough. Cough. His whole ribs vibrated with how loud the cough was.


    When he looked up with physiological tears shed, Executive Director Min was staring at the TV with an arrogant frown. A marine documentary full of blue light was displayed on the huge screen.


    ¡°Water, please, some water.¡±


    As Jun-Kyung hit his chest and coughed, Executive Director Min brought bottled water right away. It was only after he emptied half a bottle in his seat that he could breathe a sigh of relief. While calming his thumping chest, Executive Director Min looked around the table, searching for something.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    ¡°Remote.¡±


    The concise answer was emotionless. However, Jun-Kyung sensed that he was quite annoyed. He was outrageously interrupted, so that¡¯s understandable.


    Jun-Kyung also got up and groped around the sofa. Judging by the sudden turn on of the TV, it was clear that the movement of the two of them had touched the remote control.


    The TV turned on by chance, and it happened to be a documentary channel, and the commentary and the situation coincided oddly. Will there ever be another weird thing like this? Looking back on the situation, it was quite funny.


    ¡°Pfft.¡± He burst into laughter without knowing it. Executive Director Min¡¯s actions, which had been searching around the sofa, stopped immediately.


    ¡°Why are you laughing?¡±


    ¡°Hahahahaha.¡±


    He tried to hold it in, but he burst into laughter at Executive Director Min¡¯s question.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung.¡±


    ¡°Oh, sorry. It¡¯s so funny.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    The laughter grew even bigger because the other person who was looking this way look as if he was in a bad mood. Jun-kyung, giggling, collapsed onto the sofa. Director Min, who gave up searching for his remote control, sat down beside him.


    Suddenly, the voice on the TV grew louder. Executive Director Min, who immediately looked at his seat, found the remote control stuck in the corner of the sofa.


    It was when Executive Director Min, aiming the remote at the ultra-expensive TV like a sniper rifle, was about to press the button that Jun-Kyung  stopped him. Even if he turn off the TV, Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t think he will be able to set the mood again, and more than anything, he wanted to hear the nonchalant and cheerful documentary commentary more.


    ¡°Wait. Let¡¯s see it some more.¡±


    Realizing that Junkyung had no intention of continuing what he was doing, Executive Director Min handed over the remote control. He turned up the volume a bit. The voice of a middle-aged voice actor with a unique accent that evokes nostalgia continued.


    The scene quickly changed, as if the program was not particularly focused on killer whales. Creatively-looking and vibrantly colored fish wander among the coral reefs. The emerald blue sea was very beautiful.


    ¡°Is that fun?¡±


    ¡°So so?¡±


    If you ask me if it¡¯s fun enough to be mesmerized, Jun-Kyung is not going to say yes. However, he didn¡¯t particularly hate it. Even if it¡¯s just a broadcast, watching nature makes him feel at ease. Aren¡¯t most people like that?


    ¡°Is it not fun? Shall we turn somewhere else?¡±


    ¡°No.¡± Executive Director Min, who had been watching quietly, crossed his arms.


    Jun-Kyung took a simple psychology class while attending the security department. It is not because human psychology is really important, but because it is easier to distinguish outsiders with impure intentions when we know about the postures humans take unconsciously.


    Crossing arms is a posture humans take when they unconsciously feel a need for defense or when they feel displeasure.


    ¡®Are you in a bad mood because the atmosphere is cut off?¡¯


    There is no reason to feel defensive in a comfortable home, so of course it was the latter. Living nearby and being conscious of each action made it fairly easy to grasp the feelings that lurked beneath the brusque, cold surface.


    ¡®To be angry at me for not calling you hyung, and to be upset at not being able to do it, he¡¯s more childish than I thought.¡¯


    At first, Jun-Kyung thought he was a mercury mannequin just by looking at its appearance, but Executive Director Min was also an ordinary human being. His displeasure was cute, so Jun-Kyung peeked at him while pretending to look at the screen.


    Dark eyebrows twitched, and a light wrinkle formed between his brows. His fierce eyes narrowed and his cheekbones twitched. His mouth has been stiff for a while. The arms, which were loose at first, gradually tightened, and then the long legs were folded. He looks pretty unhappy.


    Should he be so angry that he couldn¡¯t do it?


    Jun-Kyung was quietly holding the remote control when Director Min suddenly interrupted.


    ¡°I hate water.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    Why does he hate water all of a sudden?


    It was difficult to grasp the context behind it. Director Min must have sensed his gaze, but he stared at the screen steadfastly. To be specific, he didn¡¯t just look at it, he glared as if he was going to kill it.


    ¡°Large, deep bodies of water like oceans and lakes.¡±


    ¡°I knew it for the first time.¡±


    On the contrary, even though he hated water to the point, Director Min was mature and considerate in watching that it made Jun-Kyung feel bad.


    I¡¯m sorry for calling you childish.


    Apologizing inwardly, he turned the screen quickly with the remote control.


    ¡°You can keep watching.¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t really mean to see it. I can watch it by myself later.¡±


    ¡°If it¡¯s because of me¡­¡±


    ¡°Because it¡¯s not that fun enough to force people to watch it.¡±


    Jun-Kyung changed the channel roughly, and the ad appeared. All in all, it was a soft drink advertisement, so a sky-blue swimming pool filled the screen.


    ¡°By the way, the swimming pool is the worst among large bodies of water.¡±


    Jun-Kyung just turned off the TV altogether. Why bother making the landlord uncomfortable by watching such a thing? He wanted to just grab the TV and shake some sense into it.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t know you hated water. Do you have any bad memories?¡±


    Seeing that he hated swimming pools, it must have happened while he was learning to swim.


    ¡°When I was little? I was helpless because I was a child at the time.¡±


    Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t even imagine young Executive Director Min drowning and struggling.


    ¡°Can¡¯t you swim?¡±


    ¡°I can swim. If not, how could I have saved you then?¡±


    ¡°Ah.¡±


    It was just a while ago, but he forgot. Does he learn how to swim despite having water trauma? Did he deliberately learn more about survival swimming because of the accident? It¡¯s quite likely. At this point, Jun-kyung looked at Director Min again.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    Executive Director Min, with his arms folded, looked back at Jun-Kyung with a rather relaxed attitude.


    ¡°You hated water yet jumped right into the pool to save me.¡±


    ¡°If I don¡¯t like water, then I don¡¯t like water. And I don¡¯t like you in danger either.¡±


    ¡°Still, it¡¯s not easy for a person with water trauma. Thank you so much for saving me.¡±


    Jun-Kyung got up from his seat and bowed his head, wanting to say thank properly. Executive Director Min was silent for a moment, then grabbed Jun-Kyung¡¯s wrist.


    This time, Jun-Kyung ended up sitting on his lap.


    ¡°No matter how thankful you are, it hurts if you greet me with such a serious expression. I am hurt.¡±


    It¡¯s a normal statement, but with Executive Director Min, it sounded very different. What¡¯s there to be hurt by saying thank you?


    ¡°That¡¯s an appropriate greeting when you¡¯re helped by a third party.¡±


    ¡°Ah, I was short-sighted.¡± It would be better to keep the feelings of gratitude and apology only in the heart. Executive Director Min hugged Jun-Kyung who leaned back like the doll, but the question arose again.


    ¡°If you hate water, then why did you book a room with a swimming pool?¡±


    ¡°It was the most luxurious suite.¡± Indeed, this is the reason for being born with huge amounts of real estate and stocks in both hands.


    Jun-Kyung quietly appreciated the distant noise of city life and the faint sound of nature from the mountains for about 10 minutes. The topic of water started by Executive Director Min floated around in his head.


    The black and turbulent rough waves are far from the clear and fresh sea seen in documentaries. At some point, a hand with disgusting black veins came up from a gap and grabbed Jun-Kyung.


    A shudder ran through him. Jun-Kyung buried his head into the nape of Director Min¡¯s neck while firmly holding on to the shoulders of both arms. His opponent¡¯s arm, loosely wrapped around his waist, tightened.


    Vague emotions began to take concrete shape. Jun-Kyung hated dark, dark water. He hates the smell of black death that the water carries. A sense of disgust crept up. As long as he lives with the memories that he can¡¯t confide in anyone, this will happen and whenever that happens, Jun-Kyung suffers from the illusion of guilt that binds his whole body.


    However, there is a person by his side who accepts Jun-kyung as a whole body. He is a person who silently embraces a grown man.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    The other person, who shrewdly noticed Jun-Kyung inner thoughts, was worried about Jun-kyung. Their relationship started with hypocrisy and contracts, but he reached out to Jun-Kyung the most. The same is true now. He can¡¯t be sure that it will always be that way.


    He was the only object Jun-Kyung could hold on to, floating in the black sea stained with guilt- the person who made a way for Jun-kyung, who was helpless at the news of his pregnancy, the person who jumped into the swimming pool without hesitation even though he was traumatized by water, and the one who reached out his hand when he was about to stop breathing in shock.


    ¡°Mr. Hyun-Seung.¡± Jun-Kyung hugged him with all his might.

 CH 63

    The bloody documentary dampens the mood. Without any special conversation,  Jun-Kyung just hugged and felt the warmth of the other person. Still, it wasn¡¯t uncomfortable. Compared to the beginning, it was a great improvement. It was so comfortable that he fell asleep before he knew it.


    As Jun-Kyung repeatedly lowered and raised his heavy eyelids, tension flowed out of the large body holding him tightly. His long, thick arms were still wrapped around Jun-Kyung¡¯s waist, but they didn¡¯t feel like chains as before. Jun-Kyung wanted to enjoy a quiet and peaceful time to the fullest.


    Bzzt.


    The phone¡¯s vibration broke the sweet silence. Both raised their heads reflexively. The screen turned on was Jun-Kyung¡¯s. Three letters of the senior¡¯s name was displayed on the screen. Executive Director Min picked up the cell phone and handed it to me.


    ¡°It¡¯s the sun-bae I talked earlier. He said he¡¯d call me later.¡±


    Director Min didn¡¯t even ask when Jun-Kyung answered. When he was about to hand it over as if nothing, Executive Director Min replied, ¡°take it¡±.


    ¡°I can take it later.¡±


    ¡°Take it now. It might be urgent.¡±


    It was an atmosphere not to be refused. After letting Jun-Kyung go, Director Min immediately crossed his arms. It was certain this time. He doesn¡¯t like it. It¡¯s not even a woman calling but a man.


    ¡°Hello?¡±


    ?Jun-Kyung-ah, do you have time this weekend?


    ¡°I told you before. It¡¯s a bit difficult.¡±


    ¡ªNot about work. The kids are getting together this Saturday. You come out, too.¡±


    ¡°This Saturday?¡±


    ¡ªYeah. Let¡¯s see faces after a long time and catch up.


    ¡°Ah, I¡­¡± Reflexively, he checked the complexion of Executive Director Min sitting next to him.


    ¡°That will be also difficult.¡±


    ?What? Why are you so expensive? Are you going to cut ties?


    ¡°It¡¯s not like that. There are some reasons for that.¡±


    ¡ª If that¡¯s the case, come out and talk. I¡¯ll send you the time and place by message.


    The senior talked one-sidedly and hung up and sent the address immediately. It was a bar in Gangnam. Of course, he didn¡¯t intend to go, but Executive Director Min¡¯s gaze looking at this side was strange.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    ¡°I heard you invited a friend to your wedding.¡±


    ¡°Yes, about a few people.¡±


    ¡°When you meet a friend, don¡¯t you introduce your fiancee and give them a wedding invitation? The wedding invitation hasn¡¯t come out yet.¡±


    A chill went down Jun-Kyung¡¯s spine. Don¡¯t tell me that he¡¯s planning to come?


    ¡°No, that¡¯s okay. We are not even close enough to invite.¡±


    ¡°If you are close enough to call him hyung, wouldn¡¯t he be sad hearing this?¡± Both ends of his mouth, which had been moving stiffly the entire time, went all the way up. His mouth was smiling, but the eyes looking at Jun-Kyung weren¡¯t smiling at all. Jun-Kyung was scared. It was a mannequin expression he hadn¡¯t seen in a long time. There is no room for objection.


    Before Jun-Kyung could answer anything, Executive Director Min called his secretary to adjust his schedule. He knew exactly when and where and when.


    Damn it. Jun-Kyung almost lost contact with his friends from middle school and high school. He did all the sports growing up, so he couldn¡¯t stand the change in treatment after the Omega manifestation.


    On the contrary, he got along fine with people he met who knew him after he was an Omega. In particular, even after graduation, he maintained close relationships with seniors and alumni in the security department who had little preconceived notions about omega.


    The person who asked him to come to the meeting this time was Lee Gun-Yeong, a senior whom Jun-Kyung respected the most. Becoming a VIP bodyguard before Jun-Kyung, he actively advocated for the necessity and expertise of Omega bodyguards and was also the one who introduced Jun-Kyung to a VIP bodyguard company that would be difficult to enter without his connections. That¡¯s why it was hard to ignore the call.


    Upon entering the bar, Gun-Young immediately recognized Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Jun-Kyung-ah, here.¡±


    ¡°Hello, hyung.¡±


    ¡°Hey, it¡¯s been a while.¡±


    In addition to the senior, other classmates welcomed Jun-Kyung. Most of the people he was close with were married, so it was rare to meet separately outside like this because they have work and family.


    This time, the recent newly weds were also present. It was the first time Jun-Kyung had seen the wife since the marriage, so he greeted her politely. This event was hosted by the same colleague in place of the after-wedding party.


    ¡°Have a drink.¡± Senior Gun-Young says while pouring beer into an empty glass. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t even have a chance to catch his breath before being offered to drink.


    ¡°That drink is a bit¡­¡±


    ¡°Why? Did you quit?¡±


    Jun-Kyung was asked by a senior who knows that he usually doesn¡¯t like alcohol very much.


    ¡°It has been that way for a while.¡±


    ¡°Hey, but just a glass of beer is fine.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Mr. Jun-Kyung. It¡¯s been a while since we met, and we¡¯re all together.¡± His colleague and wife urged one more time. Normally, he would drink a beer or two without hesitation but now?


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Embarrassingly, he smiled and ordered a regular drink. Senior Gun-Yeong looked closely at Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Not even a glass of beer. Where are you sick? Are you seriously ill?¡±


    It was not unheard of for even healthy young people to be sentenced to a terminally ill condition overnight. Jun-Kyung¡¯s colleague and his wife also suddenly became serious.


    ¡°Oh, it¡¯s not like that.¡± Emphasizing that he was absolutely not sick, Jun-Kyung accepted the drink bottle from the server. His colleagues become suspicious as they watched Jun-Kyung refill his own glass.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong with you? I was wondering what¡¯s up with you since you quit a good company and decided to take a break all of a sudden.¡±


    ¡°Did something happen at work?¡± Someone chipped in.


    ¡°You asked to see me after a long time. Did everyone come out to interrogate me?¡± While taking a sip of the drink, Jun-Kyung made a joke, but the atmosphere did not ease easily. This is a place where there are only close people anyway. Jun-Kyung has no choice but to confess.


    ¡°I have something to say.¡±


    ¡°What is it?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but are your parents healthy?¡±


    ¡°Hey, if that¡¯s the case, they¡¯ve already contacted us.¡± They were making a fuss between themselves.


    Jun-Kyung felt his mouth dry. He took another sip of the drink and cleared his throat.


    ¡°I am getting married soon.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°What, marriage?¡±


    ¡°Oh my gosh!¡± The atmosphere froze for a moment.


    ¡°Hey, Jun-Kyung Ho!¡±


    ¡°You bastard!¡±


    ¡°Wow! I thought you were going to die! You little bastard, why are you serious about such news?¡±


    A loud sound erupted all at once. The classmates and seniors sitting on either side of Jun-Kyung were making a fuss, hitting him on the shoulder. His colleagus¡¯s wife also clapped and laughed loudly.


    ¡°Ha, I knew you would feel scared. Here, have a drink!¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right. Punishment drinks are in order. Have a drink no matter what!¡±


    Jun-Kyung shook his head at his colleagues, who are pouring half beer and half soju in the glass.


    ¡°No, not alcohol.¡±


    ¡°Are you taking care of yourself just because you are married? Is that why you quit the company too?¡±


    ¡°No, it¡¯s not that¡­how do I say this?¡± Feeling stuffy, Jun-Kyung gulped down the drink and filled it up again as if pouring soju.


    ¡°Who is your partner? Is she pretty?¡±


    ¡°He said he wasn¡¯t getting married, but I knew otherwise.¡±


    ¡°The quiet kid finally makes a good living.¡± His colleagues were talking nonsense and making jokes.


    ¡°How did you meet?¡±


    ¡°Blind date?¡±


    ¡°When will you introduce us?¡±


    There were the colleagues that knew Jun-Kyung¡¯s temperament well and assume that he¡¯d never be with an alpha, so it was more difficult to tell the truth. But in many ways, it was better to inform his colleagues ahead before Director Min showed up and destroyed the meeting. He was supposed to come in after 30 minutes, and it¡¯s already been more than 15 minutes.


    ¡°He¡¯s older than me. I met him at work, and I quit because of the wedding preparations. And it¡¯s not a woman but a man.¡± It was spit out with a rapid-fire cannon. His colleagues who were filled with excitement to hear the news froze.


    The chatter disappears, replaced by a bitter silence.


    His sun-bae asked seriously while staring at Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°A man? Then?¡±


    ¡°Yes, he¡¯s an Alpha.¡±


    ¡°Ah.¡± The senior, who nodded slowly, suddenly filled his glass. He then took a gulp and then  asked again.


    ¡°Someone from the company?¡±


    ¡°Yes. To be exact, the boss of the company.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s Taewon then.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°There are many alpha in large companies. This can be happen.¡±


    ¡°And the reason I don¡¯t drink¡­¡±


    Then, suddenly, one of his classmates raised his hand and covered Jun-Kyung¡¯s mouth. ¡°Uh, that¡¯s it. That¡¯s it for today.¡±


    ¡°Yes, I understand, so you don¡¯t have to tell us. Here, have another bottle of Sprite!¡±


    The atmosphere suddenly turned strange. Everyone coughed and talked about something else. The colleague¡¯s wife asked her husband what she didn¡¯t understand. After explaining her in a whisper, his wife widened her eyes and looked at Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Ah, congratulations!¡±


    ¡°Thank you.¡± Jun-Kyung replied awkwardly. Is there a more uncomfortable place than this?


    The colleague¡¯s wife asked, as if out of pure curiosity for Jun-Kyung, ¡°Then speeding?¡±


    ¡°Ah, what?¡±


    ¡°Everything is like that these days. My friend also got pregnant and got married.¡±


    When the word pregnancy came out, Jun-Kyung¡¯s seniors and classmates scrambled to empty their drinking glasses. The bar server quickly brought sojus and beers.


    ¡°What kind of person is he?¡±


    On behalf of the silent men, Hong Il-Jeom actively stepped forward. Even though it was embarrassing, it was a little better because someone he didn¡¯t know well asked.


    ¡°Is he handsome?¡±


    ¡°Yes, a little.¡± He is handsome. It¡¯s just that fear comes first before good looks.


    ¡°If Jun-Kyung is like that, he must be really handsome. Do you have a picture?¡±


    ¡°Oh, there are no pictures right now.¡±


    They can find anything they want to find about him. All it took was the search for his name on the Internet and there will be plenty of photos. However, in terms of the flow of conversation, the other way was better than the search. Jun-Kyung decided to tell them everything at once.


    ¡°He¡¯s nearby, should I ask him to come? The real thing is much better.¡±


    ¡°Oh, my! Then, tell him to come!¡±


    Hooked up by the alpha Handsomeness, the colleague¡¯s wife applauded. Jun-Kyung looked around at his seniors and classmates. They were all speculative, but there was no objection.

 CH 64

    Thank you @Wendy for Ko-fi. Will try to update soon:)


    Bodyguards are in fact a service job as they deal directly with people. Seniors and classmates were not kids who lived a day or two in social life. They were veterans who had no corner to fall into with their skills. Naturally, all their interpersonal skills were maxed out.


    In addition, they were familiar with various special cases. Jun-Kyung has also shared every story that they needed to know so there¡¯d be no surprises. They are people who see chaebol often. Even if someone with a VVIP aura suddenly appears, Jun-Kyung believes there will be no problems.


    Five minutes after sending a message to come up, Executive Director Min appeared at the entrance of the bar.


    Executive Director Min was wearing a suit that was tightly dressed like armor. The sense of incompatibility created by his appearance and the setting creates an instant yet subtle impact on the entire bar.


    As soon as Executive Director Min entered the bar, everyone inside stopped what they were doing and looked at him. The waiter who was serving and even the kitchen staff who was just heading inside with food stopped.


    ¡°What is it? What?¡±


    ¡°Hey, what kind of show are they filming here? Event? What¡¯s going on all of a sudden?¡±


    ¡°Is he a movie star or an athelete?¡±


    After the intangible wave passed, each table whispered about the identity of Executive Director Min. It was the same with Jun-Kyung¡¯s group. A classmate next to him tapped Jun-Kyung¡¯s arm. A joking question followed.


    ¡°It couldn¡¯t be him, is it?¡±


    ¡°Ah, it¡¯s not Ho Jun-Kyung¡¯s style at all. He likes them gentle.¡±


    The other day, while talking about his ideal type, he mentioned a female celebrity with a gentle impression. In fact, he likes women who give off gentle and calm demeanors, someone like his classmate¡¯s wife. But where did that life go? Jun-Kyung couldn¡¯t bear to answer his classmate¡¯s questions, so he smiled vaguely.


    Accustomed to stares and whispers, Director Min didn¡¯t care at all and walked straight toward Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Oh my gosh.¡±  A transparent yet powerful astonishment swept through the audience.


    They were at a bar who used the entire second floor of the building, but it became a small bar when Executive Director Min came in. There was also an illusion that the ceiling suddenly collapsed by 1 meter. The tall Alpha, overwhelming the crowd, approached the table in an instant. There was a limit to how far they could bend their head to look up while sitting, so Jun-Kyung naturally got up from his seat. ¡°Ahem.¡±


    With the sound of clearing his throat, seniors, classmates, and even the wife stood up one after another.


    Jun-Kyung looked back at the party with a question mark. They suddenly unbuttoned their jackets and shook their legs to smooth out the creases of their trousers. It¡¯s not like Director Min is a chairman, but it could maybe be an instinct. Hyun-Seung Min was a person with an outstanding appearance that could also make people uncomfortable.


    ¡°Did you wait a long time?¡±


    ¡°Not at all.¡±


    They can wait longer. Considering the atmosphere at the scene, it seemed like it would be okay to wait for another three years. Or maybe it would have been better for Jun-Kyung to just throw away all the seniors and social life and become an outcast. After exchanging light greetings, Jun-Kyung introduced the senior first.


    ¡°Say hi. This is senior Lee Gun-Young, the person who called during the day.¡±


    ¡°Hello, my name is Min Hyun-Seung, who will marry Mr. Ho Jun-Kyung here.¡± Executive Director Min greeted politely and held out his business card.


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    Even Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know that he would hand out a business card. Senior Gun-Young was taken aback and took the business card. Then, hurriedly rummaging through his inside pocket, he took out a business card and handed one to Director Min.


    ¡°My name is Lee Gun-Young. I run a security agency.¡±


    Executive Director Min, who politely exchanged greetings, then looked at the other colleagues. Then, Jun-Kyung¡¯s classmates hurriedly took out their business cards. While the untimely card distribution was in full swing, senior Gun-Young carefully looked at Executive Director Min¡¯s business card. Then, he cried out with his eyes.


    ¡®Hey, Jun-Kyung Ho! Hey, you crazy bastard! It¡¯s already crazy that someone who has an interest in women brought an alpha male, but you bring a big guy like this? Screw that, if you¡¯re going to bring him, say something beforehand and bring him!¡¯


    ¡®I¡¯m sorry, hyung. I¡¯m not doing that on purpose¡­. I told you I couldn¡¯t come to the meeting. You know it¡¯s your own fault telling me to come out, you know? Things are complicated.¡¯


    They communicated quickly, blinking their eyes like Morse code. The senior took care of Executive Director Min¡¯s business card while sighing inside. The same was true for other colleagues. There was a telepathic mix of astonishment, shock, and fear.


    His colleague¡¯s wife also received a business card, but she was not a bodyguard, so she had no telepathic skills in her eyes and couldn¡¯t even manage her expression.


    ¡°Wow, are you Taewon Group¡¯s Executive Director?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s so cool. By any chance, is your father the chairman?¡±


    To a half-serious, half-joking question, Executive Director Min answered seriously.


    ¡°Yes. My father is the chairman.¡±


    An ice storm hit. The hot drinking party was not enough to cool down, so frost was stuck in places.


    ¡°Oh my god. Jun-Kyung, you are capable!¡±


    The wife, who had completely different emotions from the bodyguards, did not freeze at all. She was not at all intimidated by Director Min¡¯s extraordinary impression and background but was genuinely impressed as if she had met a celebrity.


    Come to think of it, the last time they met, she said she was a fan of an actor who played the role of gangster and was famous for his terrifying impression. Anyway, thanks to that, the atmosphere was relaxed, and Jun-kyung was really grateful.


    Even though he didn¡¯t ask, the server brought an extra chair and a new glass.


    ¡°Have a seat.¡±


    ¡°You first.¡± (T/N: omg, it¡¯s an Asian polite fight.)


    The senior and Executive Director Min urged each other to sit first. Judging from Director Min¡¯s previous attitude toward Jun-Kyung¡¯s older brother Jun-Hee, he could never have sat down before his senior. It is correct that the senior sits down first, but from the standpoint of the senior, he will not be able to sit comfortably in front of a person like Director Min because of his background as a bodyguard.


    ¡°Let¡¯s sit down first, shall we?¡±


    ¡°Yes, it¡¯s hectic standing up.¡±


    The only person who responded to what Jun-Kyung said while looking back at his party was his colleague¡¯s wife. She was the only person to sit down first, and then the men who were hanging around began to sit. Executive Director Min settled next to Jun-Kyung.


    Except for his colleague¡¯s wife, everyone is wearing suits. The uniforms worn by bodyguards are usually black. Today was no different. The casual suit Jun-Kyung was wearing was also a dark color, and Executive Director Min was also wearing a very dark gray suit. That is to say, everyone in the party was black. The bodyguards have a good body and a rather strong impression. Of course, the best one is Director Min.


    ¡°It¡¯s not an event, it¡¯s a get together for gangsters.¡±


    ¡°But why do gangsters have dinner here?¡±


    ¡°Is that the boss?¡±


    ¡°It seems so.¡±


    The sitting table was so quiet that Jun-Kyung could hear whispers of conversation. The person who was pointed out as the boss seemed to be Executive Director Min.


    ¡°Ahem.¡± Someone coughed in vain. When they have a synchronized dinner, sometimes it is misunderstood as an organization. Still, as they talked, the misunderstanding was quickly resolved.


    Today, however, the atmosphere was so solemn that even the server was fiddling with the phone. They felt like they were going to be questioned by police officers. Feeling that, the senior cleared his throat and lifted the beer bottle.


    ¡°Would you like a drink?¡±


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    It really doesn¡¯t suit him, but Executive Director Min sat down casually and politely accepted the glass that the senior held out to him with both hands. Then, he refilled the senior¡¯s glass. After the senior also politely received a glass from him, Director Min turned to the rest of colleagues. Everyone hurriedly emptied their glasses and carefully held them out. The soju glasses were filled in a solemn atmosphere like a mourning house.


    When Executive Director Min put down the bottle, everyone noticed. Of course, Executive Director Min looked at the senior. The role of the chair person was still reserved for seniors. Soon after, the senior who finished preparing his mind held up the glass first.


    ¡°Congratulations on your marriage!¡±


    ¡°Congratulations!¡±


    It was an ordinary congratulations. Executive Director Min emptied the glass at once. Everyone followed suit.


    ¡°Do you like sea snails?¡± asked the colleague¡¯s wife.


    ¡°Yes, I like it.¡±


    The cool answer made the wife¡¯s expression brighten. As if a sea snail snack had reassured the party, the frozen atmosphere was slightly relaxed.


    ¡°Honey, let¡¯s order more.¡±


    ¡°Order more. Order more.¡± Everyone chipped in.


    ¡°Hand the menu, please.¡± Domestic beer and sojus came in along with new side dishes.


    In place of Jun-Kyung, who can¡¯t drink alcohol at all, Executive Director Min accepted the seniors¡¯ glasses. He drank cold as they were given, without taking anything out.


    Jun-Kyung casually ate cheap side dishes. The awkwardness melted little by little thanks to the efforts to fit in well without spoiling the atmosphere of the meeting. Still, there was no atmosphere for a very comfortable conversation.


    A beautiful savior stepped forward whenever the men were creating an awkward atmosphere.


    ¡°So who likes who first?¡±


    Jun-Kyung almost wanted to thank his classmate¡¯s wife separately. He was really glad that she¡¯s here today


    ¡°I liked him first.¡± Executive Director Min replied immediately. Then, the fellow colleagues who had been solemn all of a sudden looked at Jun-Kyung with a long, low exclamation.


    ¡°Did you propose?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°How?¡±


    ¡°What do you mean ¡®how¡¯?¡± Director Min did not understand the wife¡¯s question.


    ¡°What event did you do? My husband did it at Han River Park. It was so pretty with candles lit at night, but there were so many bugs, so he got scolded.¡±


    ¡°¡­..¡±


    Executive Director Min, who had been away from the country¡¯s unique love and marriage culture, finally understood her words and looked at Jun-Kyung in silence. He rented an outrageous suite, but not for a proposal.


    The actual marriage proposal was made in a hospital with a very businesslike threat. Director Min¡¯s complexion darkened slightly as he recalled that.


    ¡°You didn¡¯t?¡± The quick-witted wife confirmed and gave a final kill.


    ¡°I will do it soon.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t do it. I didn¡¯t do it, either.¡±


    Why should they propose? And Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t like the fact that Alpha proposed, and of course, the Omega received it again.


    Even if the opponent is Executive Director Min Hyun-seung? Ha, he might land on the roof of a cruise ship on the Han River with a helicopter full of balloons and use the six buildings lined up along the river to say ¡®Will you marry me?¡¯ Just imagining that gives Jun-Kyung goosebumps.


    ¡°It¡¯ will be a memory though.¡±


    ¡°We already live together.¡±


    The atmosphere changed once again at Jun-Kyung¡¯s answers. While the party froze, Jun-Kyung squeezed Executive Director Min¡¯s hand. He expressed desperate refusal with his eyes. Recognizing the signal, Executive Director Min slightly raised the corner of his mouth.


    ¡°Cohabitating?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    What¡¯s the big deal about living together when he¡¯s already pregnant? As long as Hyun-Seung Min was revealed, there was nothing to hold back for Jun-Kyung. Shock and fear were the responsibility of his seniors and classmates. The fun belongs to his colleague¡¯s wife.


    Thanks to her inquisitive nature, the conversation came and went. Jun-Kyung invited them, without much difficulty, announcing the date and place of the wedding. He decided to give the wedding invitation separately when it came out.


    As the drinking party goes on, a barrage of questions began as everyone starts to feel more comfortable. As a man obsessed with seniority, the conversation started with age and the school year. While weighing each other up and down, Jun-Kyung noticed that Executive Director Min¡¯s age and graduated class year did not match.


    ¡°Did you have to re-take the exam?¡±


    ¡°It wasn¡¯t that. I took a year off due to personal circumstances when I was in elementary school.¡±


    It was the first time Jun-Kyung has heard. No one dares to ask the Executive Director Min even though he smiles. His seniors were graduates of the Security Department with advanced training in examining VIP sentiment.


    ¡°You must¡¯ve study abroad. They send kids early these days.¡± The colleague¡¯s wife classifies the reason. Executive Director Min did not deny it.


    Jun-Kyung hadn¡¯t heard of him studying abroad. In fact, he didn¡¯t know about Director Min¡¯s childhood at all. He hadn¡¯t even wondered until now and regretted it a little. Since they were about to get married now, Jun-Kyung needed to know a bit more about it. He previously learned that Director Min hated water. They needed to learn a bit more about each other since it was obvious that they weren¡¯t dating.


    Contrary to Jun-Kyung¡¯s concerns, the drinking party ended well. Except for Jun-Kyung, who usually doesn¡¯t enjoy drinking, everyone likes to drink. Since there is the wife of a colleague and Executive Director Min, everyone refrained from drinking too much. Thanks to a senior who was generous to his juniors, they didn¡¯t have a second round.


    The senior greeted them pleasantly, ¡°Thank you for the meal.¡±


    The bills were, of course, paid by Executive Director Min. As they exited the building, the classmates shook hands with Executive Director Min as thank you. Executive Director Min also politely returns the handshake, ¡°I will treat you properly the next time I give a wedding invitation. Please come.¡±


    ¡°Yes, of course.¡±


    ¡°Will you be treating as a married couple?¡± The colleague¡¯s wife asked a surprise question. Executive Director Min glanced at Jun-Kyung for a bit and then affirmed.


    ¡°It¡¯s properly better to do that, right?¡±


    ¡°Great! I will let others know.¡±


    There is a chat room between the wives of the colleagues. Will Director Min be added to that group? Jun-Kyung was genuinely curious.


    The drinking party was over and everyone either called an assistant driver or took a taxi and scattered one by one. The couple were in a taxi group, and just before getting on, the classmate¡¯s wife congratulated them once again and greeted them warmly. Really, she deserves a special greeting.


    Executive Director Min and Jun-Kyung walked a little bit toward the other main road. There, the driver was waiting. Although Jun-Kyung¡¯s seniors and colleagues were familiar with bodyguard protocols, they were all on the side of giving, not the side on the receiving end. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t want to be seen on the receiving end in front of them. It was a clear way to draw a line between them. Director Min also respected Jun-Kyung¡¯s opinion.


    Director Min, sitting in the back seat side by side with Jun-Kyung, was checking the phone call he couldn¡¯t confirm while drinking. He might have an important or time-sensitive contact, but he never took out his cell phone while drinking. Instead, he fully focused on Jun-Kyung and Jun-Kyung¡¯s acquaintances.


    ¡°The side sea snails dishes didn¡¯t taste that good.¡±


    It was good for a bar snack, but it was not tasty for Jun-kyung who is used to madam¡¯s food. The taste was also bad for Executive Director Min, who has culinary skills comparable to madam. The seasoning was too sour and spicy, and the shells were tough. Nevertheless, it may be because the alcohol was bland that they ate it well somehow.


    Without creating a sense of boundaries, Director Min treated Jun-Kyung¡¯s senior as if they were his seniors and were kind to them. No colleagues crossed the boundaries, but Executive Director Min didn¡¯t draw the line in the first place. From Jun-Kyung¡¯s point of view, Executive Director Min was constantly trying to relieve his natural hard expression. Jun-Kyung was very grateful in that regard.


    ¡®I didn¡¯t really expect it to turn out this well.¡¯


    Executive Director Min was a much nicer person than he thought. Wouldn¡¯t he be very lucky to marry him?


    The night view of the city flashed past the window. However, what caught Jun-Kyung¡¯s attention was not the glamorous city view but the reflection of his spouse in the black car window.

 CH 65

    1. Family introduction


    Even though it was an unexpected marriage, Jun-Kyung did everything from wedding ceremony to introduction with friends. The wedding date was fast approaching the following week when the forced long bed his mother ordered arrived. Close relatives met separately to say hello and have dinner as invitations were sent out.


    The popularity of marrying a chaebol heir was astounding. Jun-Kyung smiled to the point where his cheeks became numb. He was from an ordinary family, yet there were many people here and there to invite. On the contrary, the famous conglomerate head family was quiet.


    After the chaos, madam just told Jun-Kyung to take good care of his body while resting. The chairman didn¡¯t dare to ask anything.


    As time went by, his stomach got bigger and bigger, so he had to cover it with a top. After adjusting the size of the wedding suit that had been prepared in advance and finishing all the fittings, the wedding arrived.


    In the meantime, madam and his mother decided on all the small things, and the secretaries took care of the troublesome things. All Jun-Kyung did was eat comfortably and rest.


    Director Min went to work only in the morning and came back early in the afternoon because Jun-Kyung felt the urge to be with him 24/7. The bonding shock disappeared, but there is still a possibility of recurrence.


    It was just three more days before the wedding. Director Min and Jun-Kyung ate a hearty meal of homemade rice and side dishes brought by madam. Jun-Kyung was full, patting his swollen stomach and playing games on his phone sitting next to Director Min.


    Director Min¡¯s cell phone rang. Jun-Kyung thought Director Min, this time, would as usual answer the phone, give instructions, pick up the file, get back to work, and give further instructions. However, instead of answering the ringing phone, Director Min just stared at it. His brow furrowed, and he even let out a sigh.


    ¡®Is this Lee Si-Eun?¡¯


    After the shock incident, Lee Si-Eun sent a fruit basket along with a phone call. Since then, there has been no contact. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t even know if she was talking to Executive Director Min. She probably contacted him, but it could be that he intentionally made sure to not be seen by Jun-Kyung.


    Executive Director Min glanced at his side, so Jun-kyung pondered for a moment whether he should vacate first. He also happens to have an excuse to refill a drink in the kitchen.


    Before Jun-Kyung has a chance to go up from the sofa, Executive Director Min pushed the receive button first.


    ¡°Hello.¡± His voice was very low and cold. It wasn¡¯t like that even when he was exchanging business contacts. Jun-Kyung looked at him reflexively.


    ¡°Long time no see, mother.¡±


    Mother? She is his mother? But madam already called this morning. It hasn¡¯t been that long since she asked about Jun-Kyung¡¯s well-being and talked to Executive Director Min about the wedding preparations.


    ¡°I am doing well without anything special. What about you, mother?¡±


    There was no concern or affection in his cold voice just like when he was dealing with the chairman.


    ¡®Ah.¡¯


    His birth mother. Executive Director Min has a biological mother. Jun-Kyung was told that she was divorced and living abroad. It wasn¡¯t from Director Min himself that he heard that, but from rumors within the company when he was a bodyguard.


    Even if they were divorced, it was her biological son¡¯s wedding after all, so of course she would have heard the news. She may even be able to attend if she has the will. Madam is not an inflexible person in this regard. Even though she may not be able to sit at the wedding with family, she can fully enjoy the qualifications to celebrate her own son¡¯s new start.


    ¡°No. You don¡¯t have to.¡± Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know what his biological mom said, but Director Min¡¯s expression hardened.


    ¡°My fianc¨¦ is not feeling well. It seems difficult to take time before the wedding.¡±


    Am I sick? As long as Jun-Kyung is with the him, he is okay with long-term travel. Even if he is not well, he can find time to pay his mom a visit. However, Executive director Min immediately refused without consulting Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°A wreath is enough. Yes, please give my regards to the family. Yes, bye then.¡±


    From the moment he received the signal to the moment he pressed the end call button, Executive Director Min was very businesslike and stiff. These days, even against the chairman, he was not as cold as he was today. To Jun-Kyung who was staring at him, Executive Director Min spoke plainly.


    ¡°My mother.¡±


    As expected


    ¡°She is my real mother, so I should say hello before the wedding.¡±


    He clearly used Jun-Kyung as an excuse earlier to not see her. He knew right away that Director Min has a bad relationship with his birth mother. The question is is it really that bad to not want to see her even before the wedding?  While answering the phone call of his step mom, Director Min was not as cold.


    Jun-Kyung, who grew up without much difficulty under his biological parents, has a hard time understanding. Moreover, did this marriage not happen because of Executive Director Min¡¯s obsession with blood ties and family?


    ¡®There must be some reason.¡¯


    The reason Jun-Kyung vaguely guessed was uncovered on the day of the wedding.


    Whereas bride and groom usually go to the beauty salon early in the morning to dress up in formal attire, Executive Director Min called a make-up artist and hair designer directly to the hotel.


    It was enough for Jun-Kyung to get up, wash up, and take a luxurious car to the hotel. He then went to a separate room close to the wedding hall to change his clothes and styled his hair.


    Since both of them are grooms, the preparations for the ceremony were completed quickly. It took the mothers of both families much longer.


    Both of them went down to the wedding hall to greet the guests who had arrived early. Executive Director Min and the chairman advised Jun-Kyung to rest in the waiting room before the guests arrive in earnest as he might be tired. However, Jun-Kyung, who was worried about the subtle treatment of a bride, stood next to his dad until the end.


    He greeted his relatives whom he hadn¡¯t seen in a long time, and sometimes went over to greet them at the gesture of the chairman. It was the same for Executive Director Min, but the entrance was so crowded due to a large number of guests. Most of the time, Jun-Kyung stood alone.


    A tall foreigner appeared. There were quite a few foreigners among the chairman¡¯s guests, so Jun-Kyung thought it was theirs, but unexpectedly, the foreigner walked straight toward him. He was a white man with well-groomed gray hair, and an Asian lady was standing next to him.


    Unlike other guests who dressed up glamorously enough to feature in luxury magazines, she stood out enough to be featured in magazines in a different, unique sense. She wears a slightly crumpled linen dress and a huge, colorful, exotic necklace and earrings. There were several bracelets of various beads on her wrist, and most of all, her gray hair, which was far from being dry, was impressive.  She looked more like someone from a gardening magazine or a hippie magazine than a fashion magazine.


    The foreigner and the middle-aged woman looked like a couple, followed by a teenage man and women believed to be of mixed-race.


    ¡°Hello.¡± A slightly shrill voice rang out. Jun-Kyung reflexively lowers his head and held out his hand.


    ¡°I am Min Hyun-Seung¡¯s mother. His real mom. My name is Yoo Min-Jung.¡±


    Jun-Kyung opened his eyes wide in surprise.


    ¡°Oh, hello. nice to see you. I am Ho Jun-Kyung. Hyun-Seung probably is over there¡­¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s okay. I came because I wanted to see you rather than Hyun-Seung.¡± She was as outspoken as she looked. She quickly scanned Jun-Kyung up and down.


    ¡°This is my husband.¡±


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    Jun-Kyung, who had been offering greeting, was frozen at the sudden introduction. The gentleman, who was as impressive as his appearance, was from Italy, and his name was Alfredo Moreno. His hand, which Jun-Kyung shook, was slightly rough but warm. It was the hand of a farmer.


    ¡°Jihyun-ah, Jiyoon-ah. Say hello to Hyun-Seung¡¯s marriage partner.¡±


    ¡°Hello.¡±


    The two, presumed to be twins, offer greetings as lively as their father, Mr. Moreno. Even though they were half-siblings, they did not bear the slightest resemblance to Executive Director Min. Is it because they are of mixed race and are foreigners?


    As soon as they exchanged greetings, Hyun-Seung¡¯s biological mother Yoo Min-Jung spat out coldly, ¡°It¡¯s a lot better than I thought. I was wondering what kind of a crazy person would marry Hyun-Seung Min¡±.


    ¡°Excuse me?¡±


    Jun-Kyung thought he heard it wrong. As he looked blankly at the other opponent, one of her twins pulled Yoo Min-Jung¡¯s arm.


    ¡°Mama.¡±


    It was a criticism. She seemed to know how to speak Korean. The other twin said something to Mr. Moreno in fast Italian. Then, Mr. Moreno immediately frowned and spoke quickly to Yoo Min-Jung.


    If it was English, he would be able to understand it even in fragments, but Italian was impossible. Rolling his eyes, a savior appeared.


    ¡°Mother.¡±


    Instead of matching with Jun-Kyung who chose a black suit, Director Min¡¯s body looked bigger than usual thanks to wearing white. He stared coldly at his very tiny and skinny biological mother.


    ¡°Why are you here?¡±


    ¡°Hello, Hyun-Seung.¡±


    It was Mr. Moreno who answered the cold question. Director Min couldn¡¯t ignore the stepfather¡¯s handshake who has a nice smile. He kept a reasonable distance from the twins and exchanged greetings, but he did not greet his real mother until the end.


    Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t the only one who was uncomfortable by the cold air between the mother and son. Mr. Moreno and his twins also noticed.


    It was madam who saved the frozen atmosphere. Madam, who appeared with Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother, welcomed Yoo Min-Jung more than anyone else.


    ¡°You are here!¡±


    ¡°Long time no see.¡±


    Even Yoo Min-Jung was the same. They hugged each other lightly and patted each other on the shoulder as if they were two sisters who were separated after a long time. Madam also introduced Yoo Min-Jung to Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother. Although slightly surprised to learn her identity, Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother also happily greeted her.


    As expected, mothers are great. Even in a relationship like this one, they can laugh and talk casually.

 CH 66

    In a friendly atmosphere, only Executive Director Min had a very cold attitude. The frozen atmosphere disappeared when it was time to greet guests. The guests complimented Executive Director Min on his handsome and nice appearance, but Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t see it that way.


    ¡®Is there going to be a murder?¡¯


    No matter how bad the relationship is, is there a need to hate her so much when she is his biological mother?Jun-Kyung wanted to understand, but he knows that family circumstances are complicated. Sometimes, there are even cases where the relationship between parents and children is worse than enemies. He was merely curious how it got to that point.


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t have a particular desire for a wedding. While serving as a bodyguard, he was often mobilized for various celebrities or VIP weddings, so even if he was the main character to the wedding, he was not thrilled.


    The new groom, Executive Director Min, attracted people¡¯s attention by radiating overwhelming energy as usual. It wasn¡¯t that he was not handsome, just that he became even more handsome since he was specially dressed up. Director Min insisted on getting married, and Jun-Kyung felt that the whole wedding was rather overdone.


    ¡®Should I have worn white?¡¯


    Black is nice. Jun-Kyung just regretted it a little bit. Since he is born as a male and is marrying his husband, he figured it¡¯d be a little less embarrassing in front of his small classmates and colleagues if he wears black. That way, it will seem less like he¡¯s marrying into Director Min¡¯s family.


    Since they were a male couple, many things were different. The host was Jun-Kyung¡¯s senior Gun-young. Instead of officiating, the fathers of both families gave short words of blessings. Jun-Kyung thought that madam would give a long speech, but when she took the microphone, she felt overwhelmed and just told them to live well.


    Even though they were an alpha-omega couple, their friends didn¡¯t force them to show a public display of affections or kisses because of their outward image. Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t even sure if anyone would dare to try something like that against Executive Director Min.


    Before they knew it, the ceremony ended within a short time. Naturally, the official greetings between the bride and the groom family were omitted. Jun-Kyung¡¯s guess is that madam wanted to prevent the tension between families.


    It was a short wedding, so after the ceremony, the two changed into hanbok (Korea¡¯s traditional clothings) and walked around the table to say hello.


    Among them was the family of Executive Director Min¡¯s birth mother. Mr. Moreno greeted Executive Director Min and Jun-Kyung with a very warm smile and congratulated them in Italian. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t understand the contents, but just by looking at his expression, he could  guess that Mr. Morena was giving them warm blessings.


    The twins also greeted their half older brother very warmly, but only Yoo Min-Jung, the mother, had a cold expression. It looks just like Executive Director Min. It¡¯s understandable since they are  related.


    ¡°You¡¯ve lost weight.¡±


    ¡°Yes, you look well too.¡±


    At those words, Yoo Min-Jung glared at Director Min very fiercely. There was an empty wine bottle on the table, apparently ordered separately during the ceremony. Since the twins and Mr. Moreno look normal, most of them seem to be drunk by Yoo Min-Jung.


    ¡°How long will you be here?¡±


    ¡°Are you telling me to leave now that the business is finished?¡±


    Jun-Kyung thought he would refute it but Executive Director Min simply replied, ¡°Yes.¡±


    An ice storm hit the table again.


    It was the first time that Executive Director Min had openly displayed hostility toward someone. Even when he has an argument with the chairman, his voice would get louder in earnest, but he doesn¡¯t start a fight first.


    ¡°What are you doing here?¡± The chairman appeared from behind. Seeing madam watching from a distance, she must have sent him to stop the two.


    ¡°Can¡¯t I show my face at my son¡¯s wedding?¡±


    ¡°If you¡¯re going to fight like this on a good day, do you really need to? We just need to call each other on the phone.¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t start it.¡± A sharp conversation took place like a divorced couple.


    On the contrary, the chairman greeted Mr. Moreno and the twins in English, thanking them for coming from afar. The atmosphere with the chairman was better with the twins bowing their butts off their seats and Mr. Moreno watching silently.


    The chairman took executive director Min to another table. Jun-Kyung also tried to follow, but Yoo Min-Jung caught him. Executive Director Min looked back with grim eyes.


    ¡°I won¡¯t eat your husband.¡±


    At the cold mother¡¯s reply and the chairman¡¯s insistence, Executive Director Min was forced to leave to say hi to the VIP guests. The twins also immediately left as if they were feeling stuffy. Mr. Moreno just smiled kindly and immersed himself in the remaining meal.


    ¡°Sit down.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°You said you were pregnant?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± Jun-Kyung responded calmly to the cold question. Yoo Min-Jung glared at Jun-kyung fiercely, not someone like a drunk person.


    Jun-Kyung doesn¡¯t know why she had a bad relationship with Executive Director Min, but it is not nice to unilaterally be rude to someone. It¡¯s rude of her as an elder, so Jun-Kyung hit it right back.


    Yoo Min-jung snorted. ¡°You have more personality than you look.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll take it as a compliment.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a compliment.¡± Yoo Min-jung lifted a bottle of wine. Noticing that it was empty, she tried to call the staff, but Mr. Moreno tries to stop her.


    ¡°I am a wine farmer. I¡¯m doing this because I want to taste the best wine while I¡¯m at the hotel, so leave me alone.¡±


    ¡°How long have you known Hyun-Seung?¡±


    ¡°Less than a year.¡±


    ¡°Really? Pregnancy and marriage are so fast.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± It¡¯s a bit fast, but there are plenty of people faster than this.


    Yoo Min-Jung leaned and rested her chin on her hand, ¡°How well do you know Hyun-Seung?¡±


    It was difficult to grasp the intent of the question. ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°Do you know what kind of person you are marrying?¡±


    The questions were getting more and more intrusive.


    ¡°I think I know enough to get married.¡±


    ¡°Well, the choice is yours to make, and the outcome is yours to lose.¡±


    Yoo Min-jung stretched out her arm and drank all the wine Mr. Moreno left behind.


    ¡°If you have said all you have to say, I will stand up.¡±


    ¡°It sounds strange to say this, but¡­ be careful.¡±


    Jun-Kyung stood up from his seat and stared at the other person with the most unpleasant gaze.


    ¡°My son Hyun-Seung brings misfortune.¡±


    ¡°No matter how bad your relationship with him is, I don¡¯t think there¡¯s any need for you to say that to me at the wedding.¡±


    Yoo Min-jung smiled, ¡°Do you know why I got divorced?¡±


    ¡°I do not know.¡±


    ¡°There was no particular problem with Min Chang-Heon. Even though there was no love, I was just fine. Until Min Hyun-Seung was born. It gave me goosebumps. I thought that one day he might end up eating people. Look at those scary eyes.¡±


    Yoo Min-Jung turned her head to the direction she was pointing at and saw Director Min looking this way. His eyes look like he was gonna kill someone. However, if his birth mother swears at him like this, even Jun-kyung will look at her the same way. In fact, Jun-Kyung¡¯s current mood was not very different from that of Director Min.


    ¡°You seem to have drunk a lot. If you husband comes, I think it would be better for you to go back and rest.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you know? He eats my son Hyun-Jun and the good Hyun-Woo as well. Who do you think will be next?¡±


    ¡°Both are accidents.¡±


    ¡°Do you really think so?¡±


    ¡°If not an accident, what is?¡±


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s blood level rose at the mention of Min Hyun-Woo. It was an accident. Many people are deeply hurt because of the fool who went fishing in the sea in the bad weather.


    Jun-Kyung was no exception. He suffered from nightmares for more than a month after the funeral, which was held over an empty coffin. What a month it was! If he hadn¡¯t been distracted by the sudden pregnancy and the marriage proposal, he would¡¯ve still been stuck in the apartment with the musty small.


    ¡®It¡¯s not anyone¡¯s fault. Damn it. Who is the crazy bastard who would really die just because someone told him to die in an argument¡¯


    Even more so, Executive Director Min has nothing to do with it.


    ¡°Apart from Min Chang-Heon and my karma, I¡¯m saying this because I¡¯m worried he¡¯ll eat the children of people who I don¡¯t even have a relationship with. Poor Jeong Gyo-Jin. She lost her own child while hanging around Hyun-Seung for no reason. Be careful not to be like that too. Divorce quickly and run away. I warned you. At least I¡¯ve done my responsibilities. What happens next is entirely up to you.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know how you can say stupid things about the very child you give birth to and come to the wedding to say such meaningless things.¡± Jun-Kyung gave a cold reply.


    There was a reason why Executive Director Min hated his birth mother. To think that the mother would think that her real son is creepy and eats people, Jun-Kyung suspected child abuse.


    If there is any problem with Executive Director Min, it is entirely due to Yoo Min-jung and chairman Min Chang-Heon. In fact, his biological father treated him just as badly as his mother. He even beats his own grown son. Jun-Kyung wondered what it was like when Director Min was younger.


    Jun-Kyung thought Director Min was born with a golden spoon and enjoyed a good life. He felt very sorry for Director Min who grew up under such ruthless and mean parents.


    ¡°Min-Jung.¡± Just in time, Mr. Moreno returned.


    Just when Jun-Kyung was about to leave, she took out her business card and placed it in Jun-Kyung¡¯s hand. ¡°Take this¡±.


    He wanted to throw it right away, but Mr. Moreno was watching. The other table guests were also glancing as if they could sense the atmosphere from here.


    ¡°My contact. If you have any questions later, call me here. Actually, I came all the way here to give this to you. Hyun-Seung won¡¯t tell me your number even if he dies.¡± After those words, Yoo Min-Jung stood up from her seat. Mr. Moreno once again greeted Jun-kyung in a friendly manner. How did such a person become entangled with Yoo Min-jung?


    ¡°Jun-Kyung.¡± Executive Director Min approached the table. He glared at the family leaving the ceremony hall with an unkind gaze and looked at Jun-kyung with a gentle gaze as if he wasn¡¯t glaring a while ago.


    ¡°Has everything been okay?¡±


    ¡°Yes, why?¡±


    ¡°Did they say anything weird?¡±


    She said a lot of strange things, but Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t have the heart to say it. It was just nonsense that would be forgotten soon.


    ¡°Not Really.¡±


    ¡°Really? That¡¯s a relief.¡±


    ¡°I understand why you and her don¡¯t get along.¡± What she did was too much at her own son¡¯s wedding.


    Is it because of the formal ceremony? Jun-Kyung ended up taking the side of Executive Director Min. As the main character of this wedding, Director Min attracted many people¡¯s attention, but Jun-kyung took Director Min¡¯s hand and intertwined his fingers through them.


    Thank you so much for the Ko-fi! I will be taking a short break due to MCAT in May. After that, I will be back on schedule with rapid chapter releases. Thank you so much for all the support

 CH 67

    ¡°Are you already showing off as newlyweds? You are making us singles feel lonely.¡±


    Of course, Lee Si-Eun also attended their wedding. She is not very welcomed at the wedding either. However, she is like a fairy after meeting the real mother Yoo Min-Jung who is like the final boss.


    Director Min¡¯s face was distorted by her cheerful teasing, but compared to his expressions before, it can be taken as a sign of friendliness.


    ¡°If you¡¯re jealous, you can also hurry up and get married¡±.


    ¡°Then, introduce me to a man. Don¡¯t you have any good friends that are single?¡± Lee Si-Eun took another bite. She was really in the mood to mingle, so she joined Jun-Kyung¡¯s group of seniors and colleagues on one side.


    The appearance of an actress-class beauty brightened up the faces of colleagues who didn¡¯t have girlfriends yet. The laughter soon grew louder. Thanks to this, the unpleasnantness left by the uninvited guest quickly disappeared.


    There were minor incidents, but overall the wedding ended in great success. From the perspectives of the guests, the guests who enjoyed the high-end course meal returned home with generous gifts presented by Chairman Taewon.


    Among the guests on Jun-Kyung¡¯s side, the relatives who had come up from far away seemed to be going to his parents¡¯ house instead of going down right away and having a party. They wanted Executive Director Min and Jun-Kyung to come, but his mother blocked it first.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you tired? Hurry up and get some rest.¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother urged him.


    ¡°What about the guests?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay because Dad and Jun-Hee are here. Go ahead and greet your in-laws with Min Seobang and retire¡±.


    ¡°Yes, Mother.¡±


    Executive Director Min nodded without hesitation at the word ¡°Min Seobang¡±. Madam, who was looking for the two of them, readily agreed to have them rest.


    ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s been hard. Rest well over the weekend and say hello to your in-laws first next week, okay? Call me later.¡±


    ¡°Go in quickly. Jun-Kyung must be tired.¡± Even the chairman chipped in, so Jun-Kyung decided to go in first without hesitation.


    While preparing for the wedding, they also discussed a honeymoon, but ultimately decided not to go. It was partly due to Director Min¡¯s company schedule, but the bigger problem was Jun-Kyung¡¯s physical condition.


    Jun-Kyung said he was fine, but the parents and Executive Director Min were worried about his conditions if he went out of the country.


    Executive Director Min drove. It was a little strange to see him sitting behind the wheel wearing a light blue hanbok. It wasn¡¯t such a strenuous schedule, but when Jun-Kyung got into the car, he was suddenly tired. He fell asleep while driving through the city, which was extremely congested because of the weekend.


    When he got home, he half crawled in. Executive Director Min was also tired, and his complexion was not good. The sweetness of their newlyweds was no match for the enormous fatigue of a Korean-style marriage.


    After washing and changing their clothes, the two stretched out completely.


    The wedding day passed just like that.


    Since he is a male omega, Jun-Kyung has to have a caesarean section anyway, and the doctor decided that it would be bad if his pregnancy was prolonged, so the surgery date was set a little early. He counted the due date because his bulging belly was getting heavy.


    On the day of surgery, Executive Director Min accompanied him as a guardian. He expected madam and his mom to come, but unexpectedly, the chairman also came.


    While he was waiting in the hospital room after changing clothes, a nurse came in, checked his condition, and inserted an intravenous drip for surgery. The president waited nervously.


    ¡°Is there a big problem?¡±


    ¡°No problem. But only one guardian is allowed.¡±


    The nurse who was not intimidated even by the presence of chairman Taewon looked at the group of people surrounding Jun-Kyung. Nobody moved even though they were told to get out.


    Everyone fidgeted with a flushed look. Even the usual rigid Executive Director Min looks concerned for Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Where is it uncomfortable? Does the needle hurt?¡±


    ¡°Not at all.¡±


    ¡°Just in case¡­¡± The person concerned is fine, but the other people are overly concerned.


    ¡°I¡¯m not going to die.¡±


    ¡°Watch your mouth! Words become seeds!¡± Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother screamed. Even though it wasn¡¯t cold, the hospital kept turning on the heater as if afraid that the child in the womb would get frostbite.


    At least, madam sat in a far corner and left Jun-Kyung alone. She quietly chanted Bodhisttva scriptures while turning the beads.


    Why is everyone like this, really?


    ¡°Executive Min, how is it? The day I finally met Junior¡­.opps¡±. The attending physician, who came in excitedly, froze dramatically at the sight of the mothers and chairman in the room.


    ¡°Did I walk in for the organ transplant rather than the childbirth room?¡± The female alpha attending doctor conspiratorially ask the nurse.


    ¡°It¡¯s childbirth.¡±


    The two, like a comedy duo, didn¡¯t even care if the chairman was there or not. Could that be the spirit of an elite alpha that transcends gender? Jun-Kyung was curious in his heart.


    ¡°Now, all but the guardian, please leave because it gets in the way.¡±


    ¡°I am the guardian of the children.¡± When the chairman yelled, the attending physician became serious.


    ¡°Are you the husband? When did Hyun-Seung Min, the Executive director, become so old? He even lost his face, which was his only strong point. Tsk-tsk.¡±


    As expected of the alpha female attending physician.


    ¡°Please leave.¡±


    Madam quietly dragged the chairman outside. Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother tried to hold on a little longer as his real mother, but she couldn¡¯t overcome the attack of the nurse¡¯s eyes, so she eventually went to her in-law¡¯s side.


    On the way to the operating room, Executive Director Min dragged the intravenous stand as if it were natural.


    On the other side of Director Min, his mother stood close to him as if nervous, and madam silently followed Jun-Kyung and chanted Buddhist prayers. The chairman followed with a serious attitude.


    It was like seeing off someone who was about to die.


    Visitors and patients they met while moving around the wide hospital looked at Jun-kyung¡¯s group with strange eyes.


    ¡®He must be seriously ill.¡¯


    ¡®It¡¯s a shame at such a young age.¡¯


    ¡®What kind of disease is it that his stomach is full of fluid?¡¯


    Even in a large hospital with a variety of human groups, few people imagined Jun-Kyung as a male omega going for a cesarean section.


    Instead, they saw him as a pitiful terminally ill patient with a stomach full of fluid due to a serious illness. Suddenly, heat rose to his face. He quickly lay down on the operating table.


    The cesarean section was very successful. Both Jun-Kyung and the child were healthy. It was a baby girl. They are not sure about the secondary gender before the intensive hormone test, but a simple test done in the operating room that says the probability of omega expression was over 60%.


    It was fortunate that she was born as a woman and known early of omega identity. At least her life won¡¯t be twisted because of a late manifestation like Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°She has a high nose-bridge even though she was just born¡±.


    ¡°She looks like you.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    During visitation time, the madam and the chairman, who came to see the baby in a small room  could not hide their laughter as they looked at the pictures taken with their mobile phones.


    Jun-Kyung¡¯s mother kept showing pictures of the red-faced baby to Jun-kyung, who was lying on his bed and smiled at him.


    ¡°Is it because she is your first daughter? She looks just like his father. Look at how big her hands and feet are. She¡¯ll be tall too.¡±


    ¡°Oh, really?¡±


    ¡°Look at this. She has western-like ears and a high nose bridge. But she has your forehead. Your forehead is pretty because you look like me.¡±


    At his mother¡¯s praise, Jun-Kyung leaned up. He actually had a hard time seeing pictures of the baby. Because of spinal anesthesia, he was conscious even during the slit.


    The nurse held up and showed him a bloody baby with a twisted umbilical cord attached to its belly. He felt dizzy and vomited. He was barely able to do what they were told to do and just closed his eyes until they took the baby away.


    ¡®The first daughter resembles her father.¡¯


    It is often said and often heard. The invisible dagger hacked Jun-kyung, who was tired after a major operation.


    ¡°The nose really resembles Executive Director Min, right?¡±


    ¡°Well, the bridge of the nose matches our family¡¯s nose.¡± The happy chairman suddenly looked closely at his son standing next to him and smiled proudly. Executive Director Min smiled thinly as if he was a bit awkward.


    Just as Jun-Kyung dealt with his mother, it was hard to see Executive Director Min silently accepting the attention from madam and the chairman.


    Since his pregnancy and childbirth put him under enormous physical stress and the pain of surgery overlapped, Jun-Kyung pressed the pain injection button repeatedly.


    The medicine relieved the sharp pain, but it did not dissolve the huge boulder nestled within his ribs. His sigh deepened, and the muscles on his face became strained.


    Still, the mother, who is more sensitive to Jun-kyung¡¯s condition than the baby, pressed the nurse assist button. Right after that, the doctor who was stronger than anyone else appeared and kicked out all of the adults.


    Jun-Kyung closed his eyes and when he opened them, it was dark everywhere. It¡¯s not dark because there¡¯s a nightlight that¡¯s always on, but his eyes are swollen and out of focus. Thanks to this, he could barely distinguish the shape of a large object.


    The VIP hospital room was like a large hotel room. There was a sofa set in the middle of the room, and there was a thick and large shadow. A faint scent of cologne emanated from the statue-like, impersonal black figure. It was Executive Director Min.


    ¡°You are still here?¡± After talking to him, Jun-Kyung cleared his raspy neck.


    ¡°Are you awake? Do you want water?¡±


    Executive Director Min got up from his seat and approached Jun-kyung. He slightly raised the intensity of the night light right next to the bed and adjusted the angle of the bed.


    While the bed slowly lifted Jun-Kyung¡¯s upper body, Executive Director Min poured the bottled water into the glass provided and inserted a straw into it. He didn¡¯t hesitate to put it to Jun-kyung¡¯s mouth so that it would be easy for him to drink. Jun-Kyung drank the water very happily.


    ¡°How do you feel?¡±


    ¡°It feels like I¡¯ve been slammed by something huge from the neck down. But it¡¯s not painful to the point of dying. You don¡¯t have to call a doctor.¡±


    The other expression lightened a bit. ¡°Great job.¡±


    ¡°Thank you.¡± Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t want to decline encouragement this time. He deserves to hear those words.


    ¡°You worked hard.¡± Executive Director Min deserved to be praised as well. They silently exchanged glances with each other. Executive Director Min placed the water glass down and sat down on the chair next to the bed. Jun-Kyung blankly stared into the sky.


    ¡°They say the first daughter resembles her father, and she really does.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s true¡±.


    The air in the hospital room, which had been pleasant, quickly became edgy. There was no need to mention unnecessary names.


    Director Min, holding Junkyung¡¯s hand on the bed, declared silently.

 CH 68

    Thank you for Ko-fi @nonchi. So sorry that I¡¯ve been busy with work to sit down and translate.


    Sitting at the edge of the table in an open-style cafe in the middle of a large mall, Jun-Kyung looked around while drinking his ice-Americano. It¡¯s because the party he was with disappeared while he was picking up coffee for a while.


    ¡°Oh, Mina. Again and again.¡±


    Jun-Kyung should¡¯ve recognized that the moment when his daughter who was sitting well in the stroller suddenly asked for a hug from President Min between the two of them.


    In the short time that Jun-Kyung was ordering an order, President Min must have been dragged.


    ¡°How did she even see the toy store?¡±


    When Jun-Kyung checked the stroller in the elevator going up to the mall, she was clearly asleep. He doesn¡¯t understand how she could suddenly wake up like a ghost as soon as they pass the display of a pink shelf.


    At some point, colorful toys appeared in a house filled with achromatic colors and simple wooden or leather materials. The rarely used 3rd floor piano room was organized and turned into a playroom.


    At first, it was well-organized, but after Mina followed her dad up and down from the 1st floor to the 3rd floor, leaving traces in every nook and cranny, the playroom became just a toy storage.


    All kinds of toys from the storage room overflowed into the living room.


    Jun-Kyung chose a calm light gray color carpet to match the cold and sophisticated marble floor, but he suddenly felt dizzy when he thought of the baby mat that was smeared with various crayons and the car full of all kinds of baby items, dolls, and wet wipes.


    ¡°They¡¯ll be back soon.¡¯


    Anyway, who dares to touch Hyun-seung Min, now promoted to the President of Taewon Conglomerate? It¡¯s just tiring to worry about useless things. Jun-Kyung better just enjoy his little bit of free time while he has time.


    It¡¯s a popular shopping mall, so it¡¯s a bit crowded. Since it was a weekday morning, it was easy to secure space for a stroller. He can¡¯t block traffic, so he grabbed a seat at a table on the edge of the cafe and parked the stroller next to it. When Jun-Kyung is with Mina, he can¡¯t afford to do anything else for a moment. He should check the accumulated messages while waiting.


    He found a photo that caught his eye while checking the daily messages.


    Only the chin appeared out in the preview picture under the link, but no matter how he looked at it, it was clear that it was President Min.


    When he clicked on the link, he was connected to a portal blog that collects gossip on the Internet.


    The post with this title started with several photos taken on the same day and in the same place.


    He could see the background of the banquet hall familiar to his eyes.


    ¡°Ah, this day.¡±


    The memory was vivid.


    It was the day of an event hosted by the government. At that time, perhaps because Children¡¯s Day was near, the grandchildren of the business world were accompanied by their grandchildren, including Taewon Chairman and his son Hyun-Seung Min, Taewon TIC president.


    He couldn¡¯t forget it because he had been in a lot of trouble since that morning.


    President Min, wearing a gray three-piece suit and a purple tie, wore black sunglasses with his hair well combed as he always does when he goes to work. It was an important event that attracted mass media attention, and children were invited to attend, so it was made public.


    The chairman, who wanted to brag about his granddaughter, asked Jun-Kyung to dress Mina well and to bring her.


    At first, Jun-Kyung searched for luxury children¡¯s clothes, but after, he deliberately visited a domestic hanbok designer and matched a small handbok korean dress because of the secretary¡¯s concern that wearing a young baby overseas luxury clothes could lead to gossip.


    The dress was very cute and pretty with a light gray check pattern and white cotton lace.


    The problem was Mina.


    She was the person who said she liked it when she tried it on the day before, but she cried and cried and said she wouldn¡¯t wear it the morning of the day.


    The dress itself wasn¡¯t the problem. It¡¯s just that Mina¡¯s mood that day was a sky-blue princess dress. How could a child who can¡¯t even talk be so picky about what she wears?


    She made a fuss about wearing a light blue dress full of beads that she had bought before and which she hadn¡¯t worn twice.


    If Jun-Kyung had a lot of time, he would scold her, but he has no choice as the schedule was tight that day and the chairman was secretly looking forward to it. Jun-Kyung and the President Min who were already exhausted could not stop the little devil.


    The little devil, who won by crying, eventually got into the car. Jun-Kyung quickly saw off President Min and his daughter and immediately came back home and collapsed. Then, he slept the whole time.


    Mina always likes to sleep in President Min¡¯s arm when she¡¯s outside because she finds them comfortable. President Min, who hugged the little devil with one arm, seemed to have a fatigue that¡¯s not covered by sunglasses. There was also a plastic princess wand stuck in President Min¡¯s suit pocket.


    The media seemed to have taken that picture while President Min was standing blankly at the edge of the venue. There was even a joke that chaebol Alpha, no matter how much money they have, is equal in front of children.


    Returning to the group chat, there was laughters. The colleague who is married and has kids expressed condolences while talking about their experiences with children.


    While the parenting comrades encouraged each other and chatted for a while, President Min and his ¡°master¡± appeared.


    ¡°Daddy!¡±


    Instead of her huge doll or toy box, Mina was wearing a colorful flower headband and smiled at Jun-Kyung as she held out her plump arms. As expected, Mina was fine. However, the moment his gaze turned to President Min holding Mina, Jun-kyung almost spit out his coffee.


    ¡°Pfft.¡±


    Even as he reflexively stood up to accept the baby who was coming Jun-kyung¡¯s eyes were always on President Min.


    As expected, it¡¯s hard to hold Mina all the time even with steel strength.


    President Min immediately slumped down in his chair and immediately emptied half of the ice-America at once. In the meantime, the flower decoration on his headband showed off his splendid appearance towards Jun-Kyung.


    Like a crow who is obsessed with swaying and sparkling objects, Mina had colorful flowers in her hands.


    ¡°Is it that funny?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    President Min¡¯s eyes wavered at Jun-Kyung¡¯s firm answer, and his hand slipped over his head.


    ¡°No!¡±


    However, as soon as President Min made an action to take off the flower crown, Mina started making a fuss. President Min has no choice.


    ¡°Does Dad really have to wear it? Can¡¯t he take it off?¡±


    ¡°No!¡±


    Junkyung tried to coax her, but it was useless. There was stubbornness dripping from her dark eyes that were unique to the Min family. Just look at how those small lips are twisted.


    If he forcibly removes it, the next target may be Jun-Kyung. He didn¡¯t want to risk it in exchange for President Min¡¯s embarrassment.


    It¡¯s been a long time since they had time together. This was a rare vacation after completing the project that¡¯s been working on for the past two years. Overseas business trips were so frequent that there were times Jun-Kyung wandered around the house sadly looking for President Min.


    It was nice that they came out to spend precious break time together.


    Even on a weekday morning, there were quite a few people because it was a famous shopping mall complex in the middle of a big city.


    President Min, who radiates an overwhelming aura, and Jun-kyung, standing next to him, drew attention because they were an unusual group of two young men with a baby.


    Still, since he¡¯s not a celebrity, Jun-Kyung came out thinking that it would be okay to go shopping quietly and eat out normally. The damn flower headband was the problem.


    A splendid flower swaying from the top of the head of a 2meters tall handsome man, who at first glance, looks like the head of a gang. It would be better to walk around wearing a balloon dinosaur set.


    ¡°Look at that, isn¡¯t it Hyun-seung Min?¡±


    ¡°Who is Hyun-Seung Min?¡±


    ¡°That handsome 3rd generation conglomerate.¡±


    ¡°It must be his husband is next to him.¡±


    There were quite a few people who recognized President Min, who married a male omega and raised a daughter with a perfect personality. Who wouldn¡¯t pay attention to a huge man with cheap flowers in his hair?


    Passers-by secretly took pictures. It wasn¡¯t just one or two people, so it couldn¡¯t be stopped. Relaxing shopping trips and normal dining out schedules were eventually canceled.


    Instead, Jun-Kyung decided to have lunch at the parent¡¯s house, which always serves delicious food whenever they visit. When asked if she wanted to visit the grandparents, Mina got even more excited.

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    So sorry for the delay.


    As soon as they arrived, the chairman came out to greet. Jun-Kyung and Hyun-Seung nodded in greeting, but the chairman only smiled broadly at their granddaughter as if he couldn¡¯t see them at all.


    ¡°Oh, my princess.¡±


    ¡°Grandpa.¡±


    ¡°Yes, it¡¯s grandpa.¡±


    Seeing her voluntary slave number 2, Mina quickly changed her arms. The chairman, who embraced his granddaughter, was subsequently forced to wear his slave badge with a flower headband.


    The old grandfather put on the flower headband without saying he didn¡¯t like it. It appears that the chairman feel more comfortable putting it on because it¡¯s inside the house, but the reality is that unlike his son who is slightly embarrassed, the chairman accept Mina¡¯s strange stubbornness as a joke and had a lot of fun.


    Afterwards, madam came out and welcomed President Hyun-Seung Min and Jun-kyung. Seeing the flower headband on the chairman¡¯s head, she clicked her tongue slightly. The only ones who can control Mina are Jun-kyung, his mom, and madam. The rest of the men were useless.


    Mina also knew that well. She was even quick-witted in terms of rank, so she did not think of stepping down from the chairman¡¯s arms at the family home.


    The chairman was not bothered by it at all. Everyone in the company knew that the head of Taewon Group was completely defenseless against a small baby, so Mina was called ¡®Princess Taewon¡¯ within the company.


    ¡°Are we the only ones eating?¡± Jun-Kyung asked.


    ¡°Well, I had a late breakfast. Eat first,¡± madam answered.


    President Min and Jun-Kyung started eating without hesitation. Madam sat across from Jun-Kyung and started cutting the fruit. Judging by the fact that it was cut into small pieces, it was for babies, not adults.


    After all, madam did not fall behind when it came to loving her granddaughter. As if to prove it, as soon as the fruit was cut, madam took it out to the living room without telling President Min and Jun-Kyung to try it.


    When he went out to the living room after the meal, he saw three of them sharing fruits. Jun-Kyung laughed out loud when he saw Mina being taken care of by the chairman and his wife as if it was natural.


    ¡°It would be nice to have just one more like this.¡±


    At the two people who were just putting their butts on the sofa, the chairman threw it without looking. The soft seat became uncomfortable in an instant.


    Madam ,who at first scolded the chairman for saying such a thing before, secretly glanced at Jun-Kyung.


    ¡°Hahaha¡±, Jun-Kyung smiled awkwardly, and President Min just silently met madam¡¯s eyes.


    ¡°I¡¯d be fine with it, but just because I am okay with it, doesn¡¯t mean I can do everything¡±.


    The chairman and his wife looked at Jun-Kyung at the samw time. For a moment, Jun-Kyung wanted to give a knee kick to his side. You¡¯re tossing it towards me, just like that?


    ¡°You don¡¯t like it yet?¡± madam asked.


    ¡°It¡¯s not good if it¡¯s too far apart,¡± the chairman chipped it.


    Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t dare to say that just one is currently enough for both of them. Jun-Kyung tossed the problem back towards Hyun-Seung. ¡°Well, it would depend on Hyun-Seung and whether or not he¡¯s willing to put in the effort.¡±


    The eyes of the chairman and madam naturally moved back to President Min. At the same time,Jun-Kyung could feel the two laser beams of eyeballs on his temple.


    ¡°How can you be as a healthy man¡­¡±The chairman clicked his tongue low. Madam asked if she could make some medicine for him. The rough thighs of the man sitting next to Jun-Kyung and the thick torso that could not be concealed even with loose casual knitwear wriggled.


    Even so, Jun-Kyung wasn¡¯t afraid at all. With Mina who has an excellent talent for interrupting at the decisive moment, the probability of what President Min will do to doing something to Jun-kyung is close to zero. Even President Min knows that.


    ¡°That¡¯s why I came here to ask. Please take care of Mina for one day.¡±


    President Min suddenly brought up a story that had not been discussed beforehand. Jun-Kyung unknowingly stared at President Min. A faint smile was caught in his characteristic fierce eyes. Jun-Kyung didn¡¯t know it would turn out like that. He¡¯s ruined.


    ¡°Oh my, yes. We¡¯ll look after Mina,¡± madam happily agreed.


    ¡°My princess, would you like to come play with your grandfather today?¡±


    The two welcomed her with open arms.


    In the meantime, Jun-Kyung was kicked out of the house. What kind of situation is this? Since he was kicked out, Jun-Kyung thought they were going somewhere, so he naturally climbed into the passenger seat of the car. President Min, who grabbed the steering wheel, started the car without hesitation and drove.


    ¡°Hyun-Seung, where are we going?¡±


    ¡°House.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯ve just left, we are going back so soon?¡±


    It¡¯s not that Jun-Kyung hates the house. Just that being in one place is frustrating. Sometimes, he needs a new space, away from his daily life.


    ¡°Why, you don¡¯t like it?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s been a long time since Mina is not here. Just like what mother said, we should get some fresh air and eat delicious food.¡±


    Aside from his affection for Mina, Jun-Kyung missed ordinary outings. He wanted to see a movie, and go for a walk. Relax without having to worry about baby drinks and diapers.


    ¡°Then let¡¯s go back there. It¡¯s also close to your parent¡¯s house¡±.


    ¡°Great.¡±


    How long it¡¯s been since he¡¯s walked without a stroller. It was also refreshing to not care about the surroundings.


    There are also famous luxury stores in the complex mall. President Min and Jun-Kyung are not VIPs everywhere, so they entered right away without waiting. Receiving courteous hospitality from the store manager, he can fully enjoy President Min¡¯s wealth.


    Jun-kyung, who is on the tall side but within the range of normal size, could buy ready-to-wear outfits to his heart¡¯s content. However, President Min rarely bought off-the-shelf products because they were out of standard. The suit and shoes were all custom made.


    All of the products that Jun-Kyung lightly said he liked were packaged by the staff while Hyun-Seung accompanies him. Jun-kyung carefully selected a few ties from the manager since it¡¯s not as if Hyun-Seung specifically chooses to not use off-the-shelf.


    ¡°This suits you well.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    ¡°Please give me this.¡±


    Just like President Min, Jun-kyung asked for the packaging right away. As for the tie, Jun-yung paid for it himself. The card fee is paid by the chairman.


    Still, as this is the card that the chairman gave Junkyung to use, the consumption decision is entirely up to him.


    ¡°Thank you.¡± Even though he received a mountain of presents each time, President Min constantly thanked Jun-Kyung for small items.


    That was Hyun-Seung Min¡¯s charm. Even after two years of marriage, his attitude remained the same.


    Every morning, he prepares and feeds Jun-kyung and Mina meals. When he goes to work, he often texts and calls. If there is no company-related get togethers or other schedule, he returns home right away. Then, he spent a leisurely evening hugging Mina in one arm and Jun-Kyung in the other.


    It was sincerity in itself.


    Plus, he¡¯s handsome, talented, and has a lot of money. Jun-Kyung remembers the saying that after a twist life, there will come an opportunity for fortune. He didn¡¯t really start with that kind of mindset, but somehow it made his life easier as a result.


    How many will not like President Min given the chance? At least it wasn¡¯t Junkyung. He wondered why such a person like Hyun-Seung Min likes himself who has nothing special.


    ¡°I can tie it to the new suit you bought before¡±.


    ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter if it doesn¡¯t fit. You picked it for me.¡± Whether or not it matches the suit, Jun-Kyung has a feeling that he will wear the tie to his job right away. Then, he will brag to everyone who meets that the tie was a gift from Jun-Kyung.


    After accepting the box of ties, President Min looked excited. Jun-Kyung could now read colorful expressions and emotions in the hard mask, which was still considered callous and cold to others.


    When he is happy, the corners of his eyes wrinkle slightly. He also raised the corner of his mouth for no reason. Just slightly that you won¡¯t notice it unless you look closely. Above all, President Min holds Jun-kyung¡¯s hand when he is experiencing emotional changes. Sometimes he holds it like a sweetheart and other times he holds it like a cute kindergartener friend.


    In the past, whenever he did that outside, Jun-Kyung freaked out, but now Jun-kyung is used to it.


    They also stopped by a jewelry store nearby to match the color of the tie, then picked out tie pins and cuff links.


    As it is a high-end brand with a world-renowned reputation, it also comes with a relatively simple bar-shaped design on the shelf, so the price is tens of millions of won. Still, Jun-Kyung chose it without hesitation. The card the chairman gave him has no limit. President Min laughed lightly when he saw the card being handed out.


    ¡°Before, you used to worry about 15 million won. All of this adds up to over thirty million won. Are you okay with it?¡±


    In fact, President Min himself asked a useless question. He, himself, did not blink an eye at 10 million units.


    ¡°You were the one that told me to get used to spending money¡±.


    ¡°You learned well.¡±


    ¡°Thanks to someone.¡±


    It was Jun-Kyung¡¯s simple hobby to spend the chairman¡¯s private property for President Min, who had never been treated kindly by his father in his life.


    The chairman was not the kind of person to say anything about thousands of units, and when asked why he bought it, it was enough to say that Jun-kyung used it for himself. He also bought a light gift for his parents and a brand new electronic device for his older brother Junhee.


    It is better to carry around easily without the staff following, so the two of them load the shopping bags into the car themselves. There was not enough space even with the spacious trunk, so it was also loaded in the back seat.


    After shopping, Jun-Kyung was very hungry. He was thinking of going to a restaurant inside the shopping mall, but President Min suggested that they go to a nearby hotel. When Jun-kyung was in the middle of a shopping spree, he subtly made a reservation for dinner. It was just so like President Min.


    ¡°It¡¯s a new place, but they say it¡¯s delicious.¡±


    ¡°Great.¡± He got excited and fastened the seat belt. The car passed through the parking lot like flowing water and headed to a luxury hotel located a 3-minute drive from the shopping complex.


    Italian or French cuisine is also good, but Jun-Kyung liked Korean or Chinese food the most. Steakhouses are also good.


    President Min also has a good appetite, so he has never disappointed Jun-Kyung.


    As expected, it was a Chinese restaurant. Ever since he¡¯s lived with President Min, he¡¯s been eating all sorts of delicacies that can be sourced in Korea. That¡¯s the greatest advantage of marriage. Jun-Kyung ordered top-notch dishes worth hundreds of thousands of won, which he couldn¡¯t order because he was afraid in the past.


    ¡°I will pay for this.¡±


    ¡°You?¡±


    ¡°To be precise, Chairman Taewon sponsored it.¡±


    President Min, who was wiping his hands with a wet towel, smiled. Junkyung also smiled at him.