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Friday night was supposed to be a reset, but Sunoo was currently vibrating with the kind of annoyance only a week of corporate sexism could produce. Working as a sales assistant was basically an Olympic sport in patience. He had spent forty hours a week being the top-seller, only for the Alpha "bros" in the office to act like his commission checks were just charity for being a "pretty little thing."
Did it hurt to have his professional grind reduced to his face card? Honestly, Sunoo had bigger trauma to fry. He’d already survived the look of pure, soul-crushing disappointment on his father’s face the day he turned sixteen and presented as an Omega. Luckily, his younger brother had popped out as an Alpha later on to restore the "family honor" or whatever, leaving Sunoo free to be the gorgeous, overlooked disappointment he was born to be.
And God, he was gorgeous. Sunoo didn't do "modesty" it was a waste of time when you looked like a literal filter. He had the kind of amber doe eyes that deserved their own fan club, framed by lashes so long they probably had their own zip code. His blonde curls framed a face that was all soft curves and pouty lips. Despite his diet consisting mostly of spite and snacks, his body refused to miss, every calorie skipped his waist entirely and went straight to his chest and thighs. He was a masterpiece, and he knew it.
Which is exactly why he was currently on top of a bar table in a questionable club, shaking it like his rent depended on it.
"Omegas," the bartender sighed, his voice dripping with that classic I-view-you-as-a-sub-species tone.
Sunoo didn't even look down. Eat glass, sexist, he thought, hitting another beat. He had arrived with Haruto, but his friend had vanished into the sea of bodies ages ago. Now, Sunoo found himself being hovered over by some random Alpha who looked like he’d never heard the word "no" in his entire life. The guy was practically panting, leaning in to ask for Sunoo’s number with the confidence of a man who thought his secondary gender was a personality trait.
Sunoo’s face transitioned in 0.5 seconds. Ew, commitment? In this economy? "I’d rather not," Sunoo mouthed over the music, offering a sharp, fake smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Before the guy could get handsy or launch into a "don't you know who I am" monologue, Sunoo hopped off the table with the grace of a cat and started backing away. He didn't care where he was going as long as it wasn't there. He slipped past a velvet rope, ignoring the "VIP ONLY" sign, and ducked into the dim, expensive-smelling shadows of the upper lounge to lose the creep.
On the other side of the VIP lounge sat Park Sunghoon, and to say he was "going through it" would be an understatement. As the rising star of Manchester United the man single handedly dragging the club back to its glory days Sunghoon was a textbook Alpha. He was the type of guy who could bench press his own anger issues and still have enough strength left over to complain about the service.
Sunghoon’s career was a literal minefield of scandals, most of them involving his temper on the pitch. Usually, his Friday nights involved high-end champagne and a rotating cast of models twerking on him while he threw enough money to pay off a mortgage. But tonight? Tonight he was stuck in this absolute dump.
He had his personal manager, Jay, to thank for that. Jay an Alpha who had clearly made the worst career choice of the year by agreeing to manage Sunghoon had instructed the chauffeur to drop him off at this bottom-tier club as a "punishment." The beer was cheap, the atmosphere was tragic, and Sunghoon hated every second of it.
He slumped back into a velvet chair, his mind spiraling. That kid from Liverpool, Nishimura Ni-ki, was on the rise, and the media was already obsessed with comparing them. They played Liverpool next month, and the mere thought of it made Sunghoon want to punch a wall. Ni-ki was an Alpha, he had style, and he was actually good. It was a total nightmare.
Sunghoon growled under his breath, looking around the room with pure disdain. The Omegas in this place looked one fart away from being constipated, and the "premium" drinks tasted like battery acid. He couldn't take it anymore.
He stood up abruptly, ready to storm out, when he collided head on with something. Or rather, someone. He stayed planted like a brick wall as he peered down at the short, petite figure that had just bounced off his chest.
The alcohol was finally hitting Sunoo's system like a freight train, making his head spin in the best way possible. When he peered up, his mouth fell open in genuine shock. Standing there was a massive, handsome, buff Alpha with distinct black moles on his face and eyebrows so thick and bushy they deserved their own contract. Sunoo subconsciously licked his lips, staring at the specimen in front of him.
Sunghoon stared back, his initial annoyance flickering into something else. What the fuck? This Omega was gorgeous. If he couldn't have his usual high-end models, this one would definitely do. Sunghoon started to smirk, preparing to launch into his best flirtatious "do you know who I am?" routine. He figured the kid was drunk, which in his mind, meant he’d be an easy win for the night.
Sunoo, however, just wiggled his eyebrows back at him with a mischievous glint. Sunghoon felt a spark of interest he liked the crazy ones. In his head, all Omegas were a little unhinged, they just needed a firm hand to guide them, and this one clearly looked like he needed a "guide."
Sunghoon was just about to flash his signature arrogant smile and say, "Yes, I know, it’s me, Park Sunghoon," but he never got the chance.
Suddenly, Sunoo’s small, soft hands reached up and grabbed Sunghoon’s face. With surprising strength, he forced the Alpha's head down to his level.
"Oi! Let go!" Sunghoon barked, his eyes wide as he stared at the Omega.
Sunoo ignored him entirely. He started counting the moles on Sunghoon’s face, pointing at each one with intense focus. "Wow... two..." Sunoo muttered, his voice thick with drunken curiosity. "Are you sure these aren't chocolate smudges?"
Before Sunghoon could process, Sunoo leaned in and actually licked one of the moles. Sunghoon would have been disgusted truly but the physics of the situation were distracting him. As Sunoo pulled his face even lower to get a better look, Sunghoon stumbled slightly. Suddenly, he found himself face to face with Sunoo’s chest, the Omega’s height advantage (or lack thereof) putting Sunghoon in a very specific line of sight.
Sunghoon didn't have long to enjoy the view, though, because Sunoo was already moving on to his next target. The Omega was currently trying to lean over and God help him literally suck on Sunghoon's eyebrows.
Sunghoon tried to pry the Omega off, but Sunoo was like a koala on eucalyptus, wrapping his arms tightly around Sunghoon’s neck to continue his relentless quest of licking the Alpha's eyebrows. Sunghoon let out a heavy, suffering sigh. He could easily throw the little thing across the room, but his public image was already in the gutter. His last scandal involved head-butting a player on the pitch—and though he’d defended himself by saying Zidane was his idol, his PR team hadn't seen the vision.
"Fine," Sunghoon muttered, resigned to his fate. "I'll just take the little bitch home."
He hoisted Sunoo up and hauled him toward the exit. As he climbed into the back of his car, Sunghoon glanced around, praying no cameras caught the sight of a Manchester United star being bullied by a blonde Omega. He barked his address at the driver and slumped into the leather seat.
The movement shifted Sunoo’s focus. He detatched from the eyebrows and turned his gaze toward Sunghoon’s mouth. Sunghoon stared back, wary. "What now?"
Sunoo let out a dizzy giggle, poking Sunghoon's nose. "Mr. Bush-Bush..."
Sunghoon’s face contorted into a grimace. "What?"
Before he could process the nickname, Sunoo lunged, capturing Sunghoon’s lips in a messy, drunken kiss. He started nibbling on the Alpha's bottom lip with zero restraint. Normally, Sunghoon would have shoved any Omega off for being this bold, but there was something weirdly endearing about this specific one. Okay, maybe it was just because Sunoo’s chest was pressed firmly against him, and the view was spectacular.
The "endearing" vibe vanished when Sunoo bit down too hard. Sunghoon hissed in pain as he felt the metallic tang of blood.
"Ouch! Watch it!"
Hearing the hiss, Sunoo gasped, his eyes wide with sudden, drunken concern. "Oh no! I'm sorry!"
In a frantic attempt to "fix it," Sunoo grabbed Sunghoon’s head and shoved the Alpha’s face directly between his tits. He held him there, stroking the back of Sunghoon's head with his small hands. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he cooed, trying to comfort him as if Sunghoon were a wounded puppy.
Sunghoon was effectively trapped, his nose and mouth buried in soft, perfume-scented skin. He went still for a second, his brain short-circuiting. It was definitely a weird way to spend a Friday night, but honestly? It was nice. They were incredibly soft, and for the first time all week, Sunghoon actually stopped complaining.
The driver, a Beta named Mr. Kim who had seen more "Alpha nonsense" in his twenty-year career than most therapists see in a lifetime, adjusted his rearview mirror and immediately wished he hadn't.
He had driven Sunghoon through post-match rages, club brawls, and the occasional breakdown after a loss to Manchester City, but this was a new level of "I don't get paid enough for this." In the back of the pristine, leather-scented SUV, Manchester United’s star striker was currently muffled, his entire face buried in the chest of a blonde Omega who was petting his hair like he was a prize-winning golden retriever.
Mr. Kim’s eyes met Sunghoon’s through the mirror—or at least, he saw one of Sunghoon’s eyes peeking out from the side of Sunoo’s plush sweater.
"Sir," Mr. Kim said, his voice as flat and dry as a desert. "Should I take the scenic route, or do you need me to find a pharmacy for that... lip injury?"
Sunghoon tried to pull back to answer, but Sunoo just cooed, "Shhh, Mr. Bush-Bush is healing," and shoved Sunghoon's face right back into his tits with a firm, petite hand.
Mr. Kim cleared his throat, staring straight ahead at the road. "Scenic route it is. I'll also add a 'biological hazard' cleaning fee to the invoice for the eyebrow saliva. My apologies, sir."
Sunghoon let out a muffled groan that sounded suspiciously like 'Just drive the car, Kim,' while Sunoo started humming a pop song, occasionally interrupted by a soft hiccup. The driver sighed, wondering if Jay would let him take a vacation if he claimed emotional distress from witnessing a professional athlete be domesticated by a drunk Omega in under fifteen minutes.
The SUV pulled up to the curb of the high-security luxury complex, and Sunghoon knew the real challenge was just beginning. This place was swarming with sensors, discreet security guards, and—his biggest fear—paparazzi hiding in the bushes.
"Okay, listen, you little menace," Sunghoon hissed, finally detaching himself from Sunoo’s chest and trying to straighten his rumpled designer shirt. "We are going to walk through that lobby, and you are going to be quiet. No licking. No talking about my eyebrows. Nothing."
Sunoo just peered at him, his amber eyes glazed with a mix of tequila and pure mischief. He looked like a rumpled angel who had just fallen off a cloud and hit a bar table. "Okay, Mr. Bushy-Bush," he whispered loudly, giving a thumbs up that went slightly crooked.
Sunghoon groaned, hauled Sunoo out of the car, and tucked the smaller man under his arm like a very expensive, very drunk football. As they entered the lobby, the marble floors echoed with Sunoo's stumbling footsteps. The night concierge, a Beta who prided himself on discretion, looked up and immediately looked back down at his computer.
"Shh!" Sunghoon urged as they approached the elevator, his heart hammering against his ribs. If a photo of this got out, Jay would actually end his life.
Sunoo looked up at Sunghoon, watching the Alpha’s serious, panicked expression. A slow, devious giggle escaped his pouty lips. He reached up with one of those tiny hands and grabbed Sunghoon’s hand, which was currently trying to cover Sunoo's mouth. Before Sunghoon could react, Sunoo guided Sunghoon’s index finger into his mouth and gave it a sharp, playful bite.
"Ow! What the—" Sunghoon yelped, immediately muffling himself as the elevator doors finally dinged open.
"You taste like expensive soap," Sunoo giggled, still holding onto Sunghoon’s finger as he dragged the massive Alpha into the elevator. He winked, his blonde curls bouncing. "And stress. You're very stressed, Alpha."
Sunghoon leaned his head against the elevator wall, watching the floor numbers climb. He looked at his bitten finger, then at the gorgeous, snatched Omega who was currently trying to see his own reflection in the elevator’s gold plating.
"I'm stressed because of you," Sunghoon muttered, though his growl lacked its usual bite.
Sunghoon stood in the middle of his sprawling, minimalist bedroom, pointing a shaky finger toward the ensuite. "Bathroom. Now. You need to... I don't know, put your head under a tap or something," he commanded, trying to regain some semblance of Alpha authority.
Sunoo didn't listen. In fact, he did the exact opposite. With the fluid, unbothered grace of someone who knew exactly how good they looked, Sunoo began shedding his clothes right there on the hardwood floor. His office attire hit the rug in a messy heap until he was standing there in nothing but a simple white bra and matching panties.
He didn't say a word; he just gave Sunghoon a sleepy, hooded look before flopping backward onto the king-sized bed. He bounced slightly on the expensive mattress, letting out a long, airy giggle that sounded like bells.
Sunghoon felt the air leave his lungs. His mouth went completely dry. He’d seen models, he’d seen influencers, he’d seen the "best" Omegas society had to offer, but Sunoo was a different breed of beautiful. The soft light of the penthouse caught the curve of his snatched waist and the plushness of his thighs. He looked like a masterpiece draped across Sunghoon's grey silk sheets.
Suddenly, the alcohol Sunghoon had been nursing all night decided to join the party, making his head swim. The logic of "this is a bad idea" was rapidly being replaced by "I am an Alpha and he is right there."
Sunghoon reached down and yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere toward the door. His rock-hard abs and massive, tatted biceps were on full display the physique of a man who spent his life dominating on the pitch.
Sunoo’s doe eyes went wide, his gaze traveling from Sunghoon’s broad shoulders down to his V-line. "Yum..." Sunoo whispered, a bit of drool practically threatening to escape his pouty lips. He giggled again, reaching out his hands.
Sunghoon didn't need a second invitation. He crawled onto the bed, his large frame looming over Sunoo's petite one. The contrast was insane Sunghoon’s heavy, muscular weight pressing into the softness of the Omega beneath him. Sunoo just laughed, wrapping his arms around Sunghoon's neck again, pulling the "human wall" down into his space.
The kiss was messy, desperate, and heavy with the haze of the night. Sunghoon could taste the lingering sweetness of vanilla on Sunoo’s skin clashing with the bitter, metallic tang of that cheap club beer, but he didn't care. He groaned into Sunoo’s mouth, his large hands pinning the Omega’s wrists to the silk pillows as he dominated the space.
Sunoo was a panting mess beneath him, his back arching off the mattress. "Mr. Bushy..." he whimpered, his voice a breathy, slurred command. "Fuck me."
Sunghoon’s Alpha instincts flared at the bluntness of it. He pulled back just enough to look Sunoo in the eyes, his own gaze dark and predatory. He didn't use his hands; instead, he leaned down, his teeth catching the elastic of Sunoo’s white panties and tugging them slowly, agonizingly down his plush thighs.
Sunoo didn't need to be told twice. He spread his legs wide, the white fabric falling away to reveal the view Sunghoon had been imagining since the car ride. It was perfect—pink, soft, and already clenching in anticipation. For an Alpha who prided himself on having the best of everything, Sunghoon knew he’d hit the jackpot.
"Beautiful," Sunghoon muttered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register.
He gripped Sunoo’s thighs, his large hands spanning nearly the entire width of them, and pushed them back toward Sunoo's chest to open him up completely. Sunghoon licked his lips, his eyes locked on the sight before he finally dipped his head.
The first touch of his tongue was a slow, deliberate stroke starting right at the edge, tasting the Omega's sweetness. Sunoo’s head hit the headboard with a muffled thud, his fingers tangling in Sunghoon’s dark hair as a loud, high-pitched moan escaped him, echoing through the quiet luxury of the penthouse.
Sunoo was a complete wreck under Sunghoon’s touch. The Alpha’s tongue was merciless, swirling and sucking at the sensitive entrance of his cunt with a hunger that Sunoo felt deep in his bones. Every time Sunghoon’s tongue flicked upward or his lips created a tight seal to suck, Sunoo’s hips jerked off the bed, his petite frame shaking with the sheer intensity of the sensation.
"Ah! Mr. Bushy—please!" Sunoo whined, his voice breaking into high-pitched, desperate sobs.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears began to leak from the corners of his doe eyes, wetting his blonde curls and the silk pillows beneath him. He was crying from the pure, unadulterated sensation of an Alpha finally taking charge of him. Sunghoon didn't slow down; he hummed against Sunoo’s soft flesh, the vibration sending fresh jolts of electricity through the Omega’s body.
Sunghoon was focused, his hands gripping Sunoo’s plush thighs so hard his knuckles were white. He was tasting everything—the sweetness, the vanilla, and the slick heat that proved just how ready Sunoo was for him. He looked up for a split second, seeing Sunoo’s face flushed pink, his lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure, and the sight only made Sunghoon’s Alpha blood boil.
Sunoo reached down, his tiny hands blindly searching for Sunghoon’s hair, tugging at the dark strands to pull him closer. "It feels—too much—Bushy, please!"
The Alpha let out a low, muffled growl against Sunoo's skin, his tongue giving one last, deep lap that made Sunoo’s toes curl and his entire body go rigid with a pre-orgasmic shiver.
Sunghoon was relentless. He continued to lick and suck at Sunoo’s soaking entrance, his tongue working with the same aggressive precision he used on the pitch. Sunoo was a sobbing, writhing mess, his heels digging into the silk sheets as he neared a breaking point.
"Ah! Mr. Bushy! Please, it’s too much!" Sunoo wailed, his voice cracking as he reached a frantic peak.
The nickname finally snapped Sunghoon’s last thread of patience. He pulled back, his face flushed and his lips glistening. He crawled up Sunoo’s body, pinning the Omega down with his heavy weight. He nipped hard at the sensitive skin of Sunoo’s neck, making the smaller boy let out a sharp Yelp.
"My name," Sunghoon hissed against his ear, his voice vibrating with Alpha authority, "is Sunghoon. Say it."
Sunoo blinked up at him through tear-blurred lashes, his brain a foggy soup of alcohol and lust. He pouted, those juicy lips trembling as he looked at the handsome, angry Alpha above him.
"Hoonie..." Sunoo whined, his voice small and needy. "Hoonie, please... it hurts, I want you."
Sunghoon froze for a split second. Hoonie? It was the most ridiculous, undignified nickname anyone had ever given him. His teammates called him "Park" or "dickhead," and his fans screamed his full name but "Hoonie" sounded soft. It sounded sweet. Against all his "tough Alpha" instincts, Sunghoon found it fucking adorable. A protective, possessive warmth bloomed in his chest, making him want to devour the Omega even more.
"You're a brat," Sunghoon muttered, though his eyes were softening.
He didn't wait any longer. He reached down, guiding his thick, thumping length to Sunoo's entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust, Sunghoon buried himself inside.
Sunoo’s eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth falling open in a silent, breathless scream as he took all of Sunghoon at once. His waist seemed to disappear under the Alpha's large hands as Sunghoon began to move, his heavy biceps flexing with every shove.
"Hoonie!" Sunoo sobbed, his hands clutching at Sunghoon’s shoulders.
"Yeah, I've got you," Sunghoon growled, his pace picking up as he felt Sunoo’s tight, pink walls clenching around him.
Sunghoon was losing his mind. The feeling of Sunoo’s tight, vanilla-scented heat was better than any goal he’d ever scored in front of eighty thousand screaming fans. He slammed into the Omega with a raw, primal rhythm, his large hands bruising Sunoo’s plush thighs as he held them wide open.
"Good... such a good Omega," Sunghoon grunted, his voice dropping into that deep Alpha register that usually made people tremble. He repeated it like a mantra, his teeth nipping at Sunoo’s shoulder. "My little Omega... so tight for me..."
Sunoo’s head was tossing back and forth on the pillow, his blonde curls damp with sweat. He was drowning in the sensation, but a tiny spark of his usual office sass flickered through the drunken haze. He reached up, his small hands framing Sunghoon’s face, forcing the Alpha to look him in those watery, amber doe eyes.
"My name..." Sunoo whispered, his voice trembling with the force of the climax building in his gut. "My name is... Sunoo."
Sunghoon paused for a heartbeat, his sweat dripping onto Sunoo’s chest. He looked down at the masterpiece of a boy beneath him the one who had licked his eyebrows and called him 'Hoonie' and was currently taking all of him like a champ.
A dark, possessive smirk curled on Sunghoon’s lips. He leaned down, his nose brushing against Sunoo’s button nose, and let out a low, patronizing coo.
"Sunoo, huh?" Sunghoon rumbled, before thrusting deep enough to make the Omega’s toes curl. "I think I’ll just call you bitch sweetheart. Because that’s exactly what you are to me. A bratty little bitch."
Sunoo let out a broken, high-pitched sob at the name, his walls clenching so hard around Sunghoon that the Alpha saw stars. "Hoonie! Hoonie!"
Sunghoon didn't hold back anymore. He sped up, his massive chest heaving as he drove them both over the edge. Sunoo’s back arched into a bow, his eyes rolling back as he came with a desperate cry, his internal muscles squeezing Sunghoon into his own explosive release.
Sunghoon collapsed onto Sunoo’s soft body, burying his face in those blonde curls and the crook of a neck that smelled like vanilla and pure, exhausted satisfaction.
The sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, hitting Sunoo’s face with the force of a physical assault. His head felt like it had been put through a blender, and his throat was scratchy. But as his eyes flickered open and he realized he was naked under five-thousand-thread-count sheets in a room that looked like a billionaire’s showroom, the panic set in.
"AAAAAAH!" Sunoo screamed, the sound echoing off the minimalist walls.
Next to him, a massive pile of muscle groaned and shifted. Sunghoon sat up, his dark hair a mess and his eyes bleary with sleep. "What the fuck? Shut up," he rasped, looking thoroughly annoyed.
Sunoo scrambled back, clutching a silk pillow to his chest like a shield, glaring at the Alpha. "Who the fuck are you?! Why am I in a museum?"
Sunghoon blinked, his ego taking a hit before he’d even had coffee. He sat up fully, showing off the rock-solid chest Sunoo had been using as a pillow hours earlier. "You don't know who I am?"
Sunoo squinted at him, taking in the bushy eyebrows and the moles. "Were you on... RuPaul’s Alpha Drag Race?"
Sunghoon let out an offended gasp, his jaw actually dropping. "What? No!"
Sunoo nodded to himself, unimpressed. "Yeah, actually, you’re too ugly for that. They only let pretty Alphas join that show. You’re a bit... rugged."
"Rugged?!" Sunghoon was officially more offended than if he’d been red-carded in a final. "You weren't saying that yesterday when you were licking my face!"
At that, Sunoo’s face went a shade of red that rivaled a Manchester United jersey. The memories—the bar table, the "Mr. Bushy" comments, the eyebrow sucking—came rushing back in a horrifying wave. "Speaking of which," Sunoo hissed, trying to find his dignity while wearing nothing but a pillow, "how the fuck did I end up here?"
Sunghoon huffed, crossing his massive arms. "I saved you from some creep at the club. And for your information, I’m the best player at United. People literally pay thousands just to see my 'rugged' face on a billboard. You should be showing some respect."
Sunoo rolled his eyes so hard he nearly saw his own brain. "I don't watch Alpha football. It’s just a bunch of overpaid men running around a field to compensate for their lack of personality."
Sunghoon let out a dry, disbelieving laugh. "What? Don't tell me you watch that underpaid, lame Omega football instead? The one where they stop the game if someone breaks a nail?"
Sunoo’s glare turned icy. "You are an asshole. A sexist, stereotypical Alpha asshole."
Sunghoon shrugged, completely unbothered as he hopped out of bed, perfectly comfortable in his birthday suit. "And you're a brat. Anyways, I’m over it."
Sunoo started frantically looking for his white panties and bra, which were scattered across the expensive hardwood. "I'm leaving. This was a mistake. A massive, bushy-browed mistake."
"Wait," Sunghoon said, his tone shifting to business mode. He stared at Sunoo, his gaze lingering on the Omega's waist. "You need to sign a few things before you go. Non-disclosure stuff. I’ll tell my manager, Jay, to come over so you don't try to sue me or sell a story to the tabloids."
Sunoo scowled, finally finding his clothes and tugging them on with shaky hands. "The only thing I’d sue you for is how annoying and ugly you are. Keep your manager; I have a bus to catch."
Sunoo was halfway to the door, desperately trying to smooth out his wrinkled office shirt and looking for one missing shoe, when the penthouse elevator dinged. He was ready to bolt past whoever walked out, but the man who stepped into the foyer didn't look like a typical "fixer."
Jay walked in looking like he hadn’t slept since the Ferguson era. He didn't have a briefcase full of NDAs or a pen; instead, he looked deathly serious, his eyes darting between a half-naked, arrogant Sunghoon and a disheveled, fuming Sunoo.
"Sit down," Jay said. It wasn't a request. It was the voice of a man who was one "rugged" comment away from a total mental breakdown.
Sunoo, despite his pride, felt a sudden pang of guilt. He knew that look it was the same look he gave his computer when the sales software crashed for the fifth time in a day. He actually felt bad for the guy. Without a word, Sunoo sat at the sleek marble dining table, looking like a very small, very grumpy kitten.
Sunghoon, however, wasn't going to make it easy. "Jay, thank God. Tell this brat who I am so he can—OW!"
Jay didn't even let him finish. He reached out, grabbed Sunghoon by the ear, and literally dragged the star striker over to the table.
"Sit. Down. Park," Jay hissed.
Sunghoon, the man who was currently being compared to the greatest players in the world, sat down with a pout that rivaled Sunoo's, rubbing his bright red ear. "You're lucky you're the only manager who will put up with me," he muttered.
Jay ignored him and turned his full attention to Sunoo. He took a deep breath, resting his hands on the table. "Listen... Sunoo, right? I'm not here to talk about last night. I'm here because Sunghoon’s career is currently hanging by a thread, and unfortunately, you might be the only person who can stop it from snapping."
Sunoo raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Me? I'm just an 'underpaid Omega,' remember? According to Mr. Bush-Bush over here."
Sunghoon opened his mouth to retort, but Jay gave him a look that could kill an Alpha at fifty paces, and Sunghoon promptly shut up.
Jay didn’t look like he was joking. He pulled out his phone and slid it across the marble table. There it was: a grainy, high-flash photo of Sunghoon hauling a half-conscious Sunoo out of the club, Sunoo’s face buried in Sunghoon's neck.
"Usually, I pay these off and we move on," Jay explained, his voice tight. "But last night, that 'cheap bar' you chose to drink battery acid in? It got raided three hours after you left. Turns out it was a front for an Omega trafficking ring. The press is already picking up the scent. If they find out Manchester United’s star Alpha was seen dragging a disheveled Omega out of a trafficking hub at 2 AM, 'rugged' won't be the word they use. They’ll call it a crime. The club will drop you faster than a bad habit."
Sunoo’s eyes went wide, but then he looked at Sunghoon’s panicked, steaming face and couldn't help himself. He let out a sharp, high-pitched giggle. "Oh my god, Hoonie. You’re going to jail for being a creep."
"Shut up! I was saving you!" Sunghoon barked, his face turning a deep shade of purple. "Jay, tell him! I’m a hero!"
"You're a PR nightmare," Jay snapped, before turning his gaze back to Sunoo. His expression softened into something more calculating—the look of a man about to make a deal with the devil. "Sunoo, I checked your file while you were sleeping. Sales assistant, clean record, top of your department despite... well, the workplace culture."
Sunoo crossed his arms over his chest. "And?"
"And," Jay continued, leaning in, "the only way to kill this story is to prove that you weren't some 'victim' or a random hookup from a shady bar. We need to prove you’re in a committed, long-term relationship with Sunghoon. We need to prove that you’re his partner."
Jay paused, letting the silence hang in the air for a dramatic beat. "Sunoo, are you by any chance familiar with the term WAG?"
Sunoo blinked, his brain processing. Wives and Girlfriends. The elite circle of Omegas who belonged to the top athletes. The private jets, the front-row seats, the designer clothes, and the absolute hell of being followed by cameras 24/7.
Sunghoon’s jaw dropped. "No. No way. You want this brat to be my WAG? "
Sunoo ignored Sunghoon entirely, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face as he looked at Jay. "A WAG, huh?"