Secrets someone don't need to know.
December 23, 2023 at 9:53 PM
Jungsu was impatiently waiting for Han to arrive, because his own idea seemed to him a brilliant move that he wanted to finally apply. Kim knew Junhan’s real name because they met a long time ago, and the second one needed an alias, because being a killer, the second one would be reckless to use real information about himself.
Hyeongjun is a professional killer with many victims to his name. Where did it all start? Probably since his school days, when he started with little money — for example, spoiling the status at school of those whom the “buyer” pointed to. Hyeongjun wasn’t some idiot or bully. He didn’t care about all these people. He was quiet, the kind of quiet that could take you by surprise somewhere in an alley. Even the elders at school were afraid to deal with him. Hyeongjun didn’t have a mountain of muscles or body mass, not at all, he was an ordinary guy, but in his life he had a hobby, martial arts, so sometimes a couple of touches were enough for him to immobilize the victim, and then perhaps leave a few holes on him with a knife.
Or maybe it all started when the guy’s mother got sick? Nobody knows for sure, and he says that he no longer remembers how he started doing this.
Lie. He remembered everything.
Since the loss of his favorite smell, Hyeongjun has changed dramatically; he no longer cares about the existence of alphas, omegas and betas. He did not enjoy someone’s presence, as if with the loss of smell, he had lost himself. And there his mother suddenly died, and soon he became interested in martial arts and studying pain points.
Or maybe it all started when, sitting on the playground near the school, a short boy approached him, sniffling, squinting his eyes from the sun, and asked:
— Is that you, Han Hyeongjun?
The lonely alpha then looked at his supposedly peer and tsked and replied:
— Do you have business with me? If not, get out!
— Are you going to push Yongseok down the stairs? — the boy who stood in front of him did not tremble with fear like everyone else, he stood confidently, which attracted Hyeongjun, and he thought that he would have fun with this guy, even if this boy has no right to control someone else’s life.
And then Jungsu and the job he offered appeared in his life. He could deal with anyone in cold blood, just point a finger. And in return, Jungsu gave him not only money, but also cover.
This is exactly what happened when Han pushed Yongseok off the stairs of the school roof and broke his neck, and Hyeongjun didn’t care about Jungsu’s reason at all, he didn’t think about him at all. This guy with the broken neck was just getting in the way of Jungsu, and Hyeongjun had just gotten rid of him.
There is no meaning to life. No feelings. Complete indifference to everything. This was all Hyeongjun.
— Money rules the world! — Jungsu told him, pushing rolled up bills into his palm.
It was like one of those dramas where the rich boy meets the feral poor orphan.
One day, Jungsu brought him to his home, where Hyeongjun met the elder Kim. Although he was a domineering man who loved to smoke expensive cigars, but unlike his son, this alpha had feelings and compassion. He even allowed him to stay with them, teaching Hyeongjun how to shoot, paying him for the first bike in his life, which he still hasn’t parted with. Mister Kim did not know about his son’s machinations, but he saw perfectly well that Jongsu was able to run a business, although he was only seventeen years old. And his son studied better than anyone, either he really was a genius, or it was all the hands of Hyeongjun.
Han never asked questions, and Jungsu didn’t like answering them. Soon, Hyeongjun rented an apartment, moved out of the Kims' house, and met with the younger Kim only when Jungsu wanted to give business.
— Money rules the world! — this was the motto of the callous Jungsu.
But everything in this life changes, just like that day when, sitting at a rotten party, Han Hyeongjun found his favorite scent, it seemed to be imprinted when Seungmin looked at him. And then he realized that he had no other way.
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— What did you want? — Han asks, entering Jungsu’s office and his voice sounds emotionless, as usual. This surprises Kim, because last time Hyeongjun was rude to him, it seems because of the company of an omega now familiar to both of them, which makes him chuckle. — YoungK. Deal with him as you wish. — Jungsu’s indifferent gaze runs around his own office and stops at Junhan. Of course, he didn’t want to spoil his relationship with Han, but it was interesting what changed Hyeongjun so dramatically and made him seem more alive. — Do you know Seungmin? — With Seungmin? — Junhan raises an eyebrow, hearing a name unfamiliar to himself, and there is still indifference on his face. — Who is this? — That omega who was under you at the biker party. — Kim answers calmly, thinking that it looks like they don’t really know each other, as he assumed, and only now does Han realize that he gave his name and didn’t even ask someone else’s. Laughter echoes inside and the corner of his lips rises slightly — this omega charmed him so much that Hyeongjun forgot basic things when they met. — Forget. He’s just a dummy. He’s just a dummy. Han doesn’t think so now. Now he definitely doesn’t think so and is overcome by anger, which he had forgotten the last time he felt, but the appearance of an unfamiliar omega in his life seemed to breathe warmth into his cold heart. And these words of Jungsu now hurt him in a painful way, but knowing what kind of alpha was sitting in front of him, he clenched his teeth and decided that Kim’s words did not matter to him. Hyeongjun didn’t care what Kim had with Seungmin, but he wanted to keep the omega safe so that Jungsu didn’t want to be taken out of the way either. Even if for Kim, Seungmin is a dummy, but for Han this has now become a new discovery in his life. And he was even flattered that the influential alpha did not have plans for his omega. — YoungK, then? — Han leans indifferently against the wall, thinking. — Yes, I’m tired of this idiot! — Kim snorts with disgust, holding out a thick envelope, — I don’t think he’ll sell me the land, and I don’t need his money. We have a meeting with him in six days, sort it out with him before it, even now! — I’ll do everything beautifully, as always! — Han defiantly leaves, stuffing a plump envelope into his pocket, causing the smell of omega to fill his nose, because it was on this jacket that they lay on the roof yesterday and looked at the night sky.***
— Ho, honey, should I order some wine? — the alpha leafed through the menu that lay unemployed on the coffee table. — Han Jisung? What the fuck are these questions? — Minho looks out of the bathtub, wearing a red silk robe, which makes the alpha sitting in the chair stand up a little. — Babe? Come here? — Jisung spreads his legs and slaps his thighs. — I’m a cat, and cats come when they want, baby. — Lee answers him sarcastically and teasingly, highlighting the address that Khan often liked to use in his direction. He loves to joke and tease especially Han Jisung. — Should I buy cat food for you or should I call you like a cat? — the alpha tries to keep up with Minho, clearly forgetting who he contacted. — Do you have something against it? — the omega arches a beautiful eyebrow and runs his hand along his leg, showing only part of the thigh hidden under the robe. — If you say one more extra word, you won’t be able to drive your nuts into my hollow. Moreover, I will force you to gnaw them. — I completely forget how dangerous you are, though. — Han laughs quietly, picking up the phone and about to order Lee’s favorite wine with a tray of fruit. — Your wife will be more dangerous than me if she finds out about your hobbies, dear. — Minho grins venomously, finally sitting on the alpha’s hips and slowly opening his shoulders, lowering his robe. Omega always jokingly calls Han’s husband “wife” due to his hysterical nature as women. After all, not all omegas are women. — Or are you now not afraid of condemnation and scandal with this hysterical woman? And Jisung doesn’t know how to respond to these caustic comments and questions. His husband really was still that hysterical person that everyone often talked about, even the calmest and most impenetrable person — his brother, Hyeongjun. Alpha decides to end the dialogue, which in his opinion is meaningless, and simply covers Lee’s shoulders with kisses, grabbing Minho’s waist with his hands and pressing him to him. — Wait, you still haven’t answered me about your Hyunjin. He won’t catch us one day, will he? I wouldn’t want to hear this hysterical woman who gives me a headache later. — Minho looks expectantly, mocking and not allowing Han to continue what he started. — Baby, don’t start, this isn’t what I’m paying you for, is it? I can chat at home, — the alpha growls and squeezes the omega’s buttocks tightly. Even though Minho was still that bitch, when Han Jisung growls, he better keep his mouth shut.***
Seungmin wakes up in a pile of papers; it wasn’t the sun or even the alarm clock that woke him up. He was awakened by a knock on the door, he stretched lazily and could not understand who the hell had come at such a late hour? Seungmin is already ready to swear at the uninvited guest, because he was torn out of a wonderful dream, he dreamed of the roof, Hyeongjun and falling stars. He opens the door, already preparing a speech for this poor fellow, but instantly forgets the words when none other than his savior appears at the door. — Junhan? — the omega looks in confusion at the alpha who suddenly appeared at his door. Instead of answering questions, Hyeongjun steps over the threshold and squeezes the omega in his arms, pressing his nose to the length of his neck. — Sorry, I missed you, Seungmin! — Hyunjoong practically purrs. And the name hits the omega in the head, because he remembers that he definitely wasn’t called. And he was never called affectionately by name, the feeling of warm touches excites the omega’s delicate skin. And now Seungmin clearly understands that this alpha, buried in his neck, is pushing him to recklessness.
