Yeongsoo took a slow sip of his drink, his expression darkening. "Wasting my time? I don't think you get it, Haeun. I always find what I'm looking for."
"Not this time," Haeun replied firmly. "I'm not coming back to you, and you need to accept that. After you, you said we didn't have to be together."
As Yeongsoo sat back in his seat, the dim lights of the club casting shadows across his face, he spoke with a cold finality. "I'm not going to bother with you anymore, Haeun. You want to run, hide, or whatever it is you're doing? Fine. Go find another alpha for all I care."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then Haeun's voice, sharp and calm, cut through. "That's good. I don't want to be associated with you. I have the means to find whatever I need myself. If there's a child, I'll take care of them. You don't need to concern yourself with my existence anymore. And don't go near my company again. That's all I have to say. Have a good day."
The line went dead, and Yeongsoo stared at the phone in his hand, the cold, impersonal tone of Haeun's last words echoing in his head.
Without a word, he stood up from the table and grabbed the whiskey glass in front of him. In one swift motion, he flung it across the room. The glass shattered against the wall with a loud crash, and shards scattered across the floor. The other men in the room froze, eyes wide, as the sound reverberated through the club.
A dark, maniacal chuckle escaped Yeongsoo's lips as he leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his eyes blazing with barely restrained fury. "Great," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and dangerous. "Just… great."
His chest heaved as he tried to control the anger burning inside him. "He doesn't want me? Doesn't need me?" His voice grew louder, more venomous. "Thinks he can handle everything on his own?" He let out another sharp, bitter laugh, the madness clear in his eyes.
He swiped a hand across his face, shaking his head in disbelief. "If there's a kid, they're mine. He's mine. And no one—no one—is going to take them from me. Not Haeun, not his family, not anyone."
As the glass shattered against the wall, the room fell into a thick, oppressive silence. RJ, the gang leader, shifted in his seat, clearly unsettled as the heavy weight of Yeongsoo's pheromones spread like wildfire, choking the air. He glanced nervously at the other men before turning to Yeongsoo.
"Boss," RJ said cautiously, his voice tight with anxiety, "you need to control yourself. Your pheromones… they're affecting all of us."
Yeongsoo's jaw clenched, biting down hard as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. The rage simmered just beneath the surface, but with a sharp breath, he waved his hand, a silent command. "Sit down," he ordered, his tone colder now but more composed.
The men exchanged uneasy glances before obediently lowering themselves back into their seats, the tension thick in the air. RJ swallowed hard, his eyes flickering toward Yeongsoo, who had now regained his outward composure, though his anger still lingered in his dark eyes.
"Start the discussion over from the top," Yeongsoo said, his voice low and commanding, as he leaned back in his seat, hands swiping through his hair. The manic energy from moments before had dulled, but it was clear he was still on edge.
RJ nodded quickly, clearing his throat before speaking again, the entire room on edge, knowing the boss's mood could shift at any second.
RJ cleared his throat and began, his voice trembling slightly, "So, as I was saying, boss, the shipments are due in two days. We've made arrangements with the local authorities to ensure everything goes smoothly. But… there's been some talk, rumors about a rival gang trying to interfere."
Yeongsoo's eyes narrowed as he listened, his fingers lightly tapping the table. His silence was unnerving, and it made the men shift uncomfortably in their seats.
"We've already taken precautions, of course," RJ continued hastily, sensing the unease in the room. "Extra security, and we've got eyes on the docks. But if anything happens, we'll be ready to shut it down immediately."
Yeongsoo nodded slowly, his expression unreadable as he processed the information. He stood up without a word, adjusting the cuffs of his black jacket, a signal that the meeting was coming to an abrupt end.
"One slip-up…" he said quietly, his voice as cold and deadly as the glare he gave RJ, "and you're dead."
RJ swallowed hard, nodding vigorously as sweat beaded on his forehead. "Understood, boss. It won't happen. Everything will go as planned."
Without another word, Yeongsoo turned and walked toward the exit, his dark silhouette imposing as the door clicked shut behind him, leaving a suffocating silence in his wake.
As the door closed behind him, Yeongsoo stepped into the dimly lit hallway, his mind still reeling from the conversation with Haeun. His jaw tightened as he strode through the corridor, the clinking of glasses and faint music from the club growing distant. He couldn't shake the finality in Haeun's words: "If there's a kid, I'll take care of them. You don't have to bother yourself about my existence again."
Im not going to be bothered with you again.
Those were his own words, spat out in anger. But now, in the quiet of his own thoughts, it didn't feel right. He couldn't pretend Haeun didn't exist, not after knowing how dire his situation could be, not when the bond still pulled at him like a constant, nagging weight.
Reaching the end of the hallway, Yeongsoo leaned against the cold wall, staring at his phone. His mind raced. Haeun's defiance, his cold tone—he doesn't want me around, he doesn't need me.
But the idea of Haeun going through this alone, of him walking away from the bond as if it didn't matter, gnawed at him. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't. Whether Haeun wanted it or not, they were tied together, and that wasn't going to change.
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, cursing under his breath. The gang deals, the territorial disputes—none of it felt as pressing as this.
Pushing off the wall, Yeongsoo composed himself, his expression hardening. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
He made his way out of the building, stepping into the night air, his breath visible in the cool breeze. His phone buzzed in his pocket again, but this time he ignored it.
"I'm clingy Haeun…now I don't plan on letting you go…ever.."