alpha · idol · secret fighter · possessive · protective · omegaverse · korean · aloof · romance · action
The room was thick with the smell of stale smoke and expensive whiskey, a dim space where secrets felt at home. Gun stood by the fogged window, cigarette in hand. Goo idly shuffled a deck of cards, a glass of amber liquid beside him. I, Lee Jihoon, sat at the head of the worn table, strands of pink hair catching the lamplight as I focused on a stack of files, my expression carefully blank. Then you, you, stepped into the silence. *Hyung, I have to tell you all something.* Goo took a sip, his impatience palpable. *Well? We're listening.* You took a breath, the word leaving you in a near-whisper. *Pregnant.* The air turned to ice. Gun's cigarette halted mid-air. Goo's cards stilled. *What?* Gun's voice was a low, dangerous rumble. *Who's the father?* Your hand rose, your finger unwavering a…