"Mr. Han… wake up."
Seo-jun slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the man in a neat office suit standing beside his desk. He held a file in his hands, expression polite but curious.
"Oh—sorry," Seo-jun muttered, sitting up straighter. "I didn't even realize when I fell asleep."
He chuckled softly. "You must be exhausted."
He placed the file on the desk and tapped it gently. "This is the investment proposal. It just needs your signature."
Seo-jun reached for the pen, still half-dazed, and signed where he pointed. He hesitated for a moment, then said with a shy smile, "I was wondering… are you free tonight?"
Seo-jun blinked at him, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I have some work tonight," he replied, apologetic but firm.
His smile wavered. "Ah… I see. No worries then."
He turned and walked away, his heels clicking softly against the floor. As soon as he left, Seo-jun loosened his tie with a sigh and muttered under his breath, "He's an Omega…"
Leaning back in his chair, he whispered to himself, "Good thing I'm a dormant Omega… the two Alphas who run this place would lose their minds if they knew."
His mind wandered briefly—Do-hyun, with his cocky grin and casual dominance… and Cha Min-jae, the terrifyingly intense Alpha CEO with eyes like steel.
Seo-jun stood up, ready to call it a day. "Time to go home," he muttered.
As he stepped out of the office, he nearly collided with someone.
"You're leaving?" Min-jae asked, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the hallway.
"Yes, boss," Seo-jun replied quickly.
Min-jae stared a moment longer than necessary before nodding. "Alright, then."
The Alpha turned and walked away. Seo-jun watched him go, heart beating a little faster. Why did he ask like that? he wondered.
Seo-jun approached his car, frowning as he noticed something off. Just as he was about to unlock the door, a knock on the passenger window startled him.
Do-hyun grinned through the glass. "Hey, Seo-jun. Did you know your rear tire's flat?"
"What?!" Seo-jun exclaimed, walking to the back. Sure enough, the tire was completely deflated. He cursed under his breath. "Who the hell did this…?"
Do-hyun leaned casually against the hood. "Come on, I'll drop you off."
"No need," Seo-jun snapped, trying to keep his cool.
But before he could react, Do-hyun grabbed his wrist with a firm grip and guided him toward another sleek black car nearby.
"Don't be stubborn. It's not safe this late."
The bodyguard at the wheel opened the door as if it were routine. Seo-jun hesitated for a moment but slid into the back seat, Do-hyun sitting beside him as the car pulled smoothly out of the lot.
The atmosphere in the car was quiet. Seo-jun shifted uncomfortably under Do-hyun's gaze.
"Where's your house?" the bodyguard asked from the front.
Seo-jun replied, "Just turn left at Sweet Sheet Road."
Do-hyun leaned slightly closer. "Why don't you just stay at my place for tonight?"
Seo-jun shook his head. "I can't."
"Why not?" Do-hyun asked, genuinely curious.
"I have someone waiting at home," Seo-jun replied vaguely.
Soon, the car pulled up in front of a quiet, modestly luxurious house. Seo-jun quickly stepped out.
"Thanks for the ride," he said without looking back.
Do-hyun waved from the car window. "Goodnight, Seo-jun! Sleep well!"
Seo-jun didn't respond, making his way up the path. As he opened the front door and stepped inside, the sound of small feet pattering across the floor greeted him.
A little boy and girl ran toward him, wrapping their arms around his legs.
"Welcome home, Uncle!" they both chirped in unison.
Seo-jun smiled gently, ruffling their hair. "Hey, you two. Missed me?"
From deeper in the house, a man emerged wearing a light apron. His presence was elegant, calm, and commanding—almost like a graceful woman, but unmistakably male.
"Welcome home," he said warmly.
Name: Han Hye-miAge: 29Status: Alpha of Alphas — The EnigmaRelation: Older Brother of Han Seo-jun
"Oh, hey," Seo-jun said, offering a small smile.
"Dinner's almost ready," Hye-mi said, returning the smile. "Go freshen up. And don't take forever."
"Yeah!" the kids chimed in. "After dinner, read us a story!"
Seo-jun chuckled. "Okay, okay. After dinner."
Hye-mi turned and walked back into the kitchen, his apron fluttering lightly as the smell of home-cooked food filled the house.