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Jisung was sleeping soundly until he was treacherously woken by that furry little fellow called Nero. He still couldn't get used to his sudden transformations, but what could he do? Forbid him from changing, form, or what? Either way, he blindly punched him in the face with a right hook.
This time, however, he landed a perfect punch. After a moment, Jisung heard him howl in pain. So he slowly opened his eyes and pulled back the covers. He finally got what he truly deserved. Since learning the truth, he had changed his attitude towards him and the way he treated him.
„How many times do I have to tell you not to wake me up like that? Will you never learn anything?! Don't stare at me like a cat in boots, because it won't do you any good!," Jisung snapped sharply, approaching him with his fist clenched, ready for another blow, not joking at all.
„But...," Nero didn't finish, because Jisung glared at him as if he was about to cut him to pieces.
So he gave up and left the room, tail tucked between his legs. He glanced at him one last time, over his shoulder, a sad expression on his face, before finally leaving. After all, a while ago, he'd been fine with waking him up. And now he just chased him away, and for some reason, he lashed out at him every time for his innocence.
He shouldn't have put him in the same drawer with those unused scum. But there was nothing he could do about it, no matter how much he tried to reason with him. When he finally left, Jisung stretched happily and looked at himself in the mirror.
He didn't look his age at all, but he was used to it. He didn't feel like going back to bed, so he made it. Then he took his things to the bathroom to get ready. He was glad to have a bathroom so close to his room. He hoped that would be the end of the surprises for this morning.
Unfortunately, he was wrong about that, and only because one of the maids hadn't bothered to mention that she'd cleaned the bathroom floor. He was practically in his underwear when he'd pooped on the tiles. He'd made so much noise that half the Guild had probably heard, he was sure of it. Not to mention he was in a rather peculiar position.
„Damn it!," Jisung cursed viciously under his breath, but before he could get to his feet, he burst into the bathroom with a crash, throwing the door open, completely oblivious.
„Jisung, are you alright...?," Taeil stammered, his gaze clearly settling on what was between his legs after he had examined him from bottom to top, which made Jisung very angry.
„What do you think, hammer? And besides, get that nasty look off me, because I can feel what's going through your head and what you're thinking! Now get out of here!," Jisung hissed, picking himself up from the floor, a little sore, looking at him with murder written in his eyes.
He'd gotten a bruise, and he hadn't been helping him at all. Just a while ago, he'd been turning red. From embarrassment at the situation, but that had changed. Ever since he realized he had to live under the same roof with those idiots. Which, to be honest, hadn't really suited him at first.
Because he wasn't one of those guys who would give anything to be in his shoes right now. He could have easily swapped places with them. If only he could have, but unfortunately, he couldn't. And so, Jisung had to get over it somehow. He knew it was the only option she had right now. Which didn't sit well with him, that was for sure, but he had no other choice.
But dreaming of what it would be like in their shoes only lifted his spirits. He sighed, looking at him, still with a murderous look on his face. If he hadn't, he would have punched him hard, and now he couldn't, which was utterly frustrating. And his next words made his blood boil even more. No wonder he almost punched him with a right hook.
„Are you sure you're okay?," Taeil asked again as he covered him with the robe, still looking at him even though he'd told him to look away.
„Yes, I'm sure you can be sure I'm okay. If I were, I wouldn't move, right?," Jisung hissed venomously.
Looking at him like he was evil incarnate, better off out of sight. He immediately threw him out of the bathroom, fixing the door in the process. His hands were shaking with anger as he fixed it. I don't know how he managed to pull himself together, but somehow he did. Truth be told, he could have held on if it had been Chenle, or his father, but not that damn transvestite, or whatever he called him!
When he reached his room, he slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing his clothes for the day from the closet. He'd barely put on a shirt when his door flew open, and Kun burst in. His appearance made him even angrier than he already was.
And consequently, he had no control over himself, let alone the words Jisung was using now. Truth be told, anyone in his position would have reacted the same way. As if he were a participant in what was happening now. He was already fed up with it, but clearly they didn't understand at all. Or they pretended not to, thinking it was for the best. But his appearance here was the culmination of everything.
„I heard you fell off! Are you okay?," Kun asked, concern written all over his face as he uttered those very words.
Kun's appearance already tipped the scales over the anger that had been simmering within him since the incident in the bathroom with Taeil. Before Kun could say anything more, or even move, he leaped towards him like a furious rabbit, oblivious to his clothing.
He pinned him to the wall with an expression that spoke volumes. He grabbed his shirt with his left hand, and with his other hand, he slammed it into the wall next to the dark red-haired man's head. He realized that his behavior might have completely shocked him, but there was nothing he could do about it.
„How many times do I have to tell you to knock before you come in? Who told you to break down the barrier I so carefully created, without any excuse? Pull that stunt again, and you'll regret it, and believe me, wearing women's clothes won't help you!," Jisung hissed venomously in his ear.
Nim let go of his clothes, though at first he wanted to strangle him even harder, to make him realize the stupid mistake he'd just made. The boy sank to the floor, swallowing hard. He hadn't expected him to behave like this, but what could he do? Finally, the bitterness had overflowed, and he'd had enough of pretending to be someone he wasn't.
He stepped back, watching him from the side as Kun, completely dazed, left his room on unsteady legs, closing the door behind him. Jisung sighed softly and resumed dressing. After fixing his hair, he glanced at his watch and let out a small, anxious squeak.
It was because he was supposed to deliver the report from his latest mission to Lucas. The mere thought of going to Lucas's office made him feel sick. He'd been bearable a while ago, but since taking over as Leader, he'd changed beyond recognition.
He wanted to deliver the report as quickly as possible and get out of there, even before breakfast. Otherwise, he wouldn't eat anything, he was 100% sure of that. After leaving the room and closing the door behind him. And after making sure he'd taken everything with him. The hallway for Jisung seemed to drag on and on, as if to spite him.
He finally arrived, stopping in front of his office door. Fury and anger were replaced by fear and terror. After a few minutes, he finally plucked up the courage and knocked cautiously, then paused, taking a deep breath. Nothing happened, dead silence. He knocked again, thinking he hadn't heard.
Or maybe he wasn't inside? Finally, he said, „One last death!" and turned the doorknob, which seemed to have released, and the door creaked open. If he'd known what he was about to see, he probably wouldn't have opened it at all. But as we know, he wasn't the alpha and omega to know everything. It took him a while to speak, the sight had so confused him.
Unthinkable thoughts were already racing through Jisung's head, considering what he'd seen with his own eyes. He had to blink to see if he was hallucinating. Because no matter how you looked at it, this place was swarming with weirdos, no matter how you looked at it. Therefore, from the very beginning, he should have prepared himself for the possibility that anything was possible, even something that wasn't possible at all. Considering he had no clue what words to use to speak.
„I'm sorry for intruding so early...," Jisung froze mid-sentence.
Utterly shocked by what his eyes had just seen, something they hadn't expected at all. A truly strange scene was unfolding before him. It looked rather ambiguous, as if he'd burst in at a completely inopportune moment. Half-naked Lucas, his pants unbuttoned, loomed over Yuta, who was only wearing his underwear.
At the sight of him, it was no wonder Yuta started to struggle. And Lucas looked as if he'd been petrified. He probably thought she wouldn't show up so sooner than he'd planned, but to do something like that in his own office was something he unfortunately couldn't understand. No matter how he looked at it, it still looked rather strange. No matter which way he looked at it.
And they, or rather Lucas, probably realized that it must have looked rather inappropriate, but apparently there was nothing he could do about it, no matter how hard he tried. He probably didn't realize someone would be visiting him so early in the morning. So there was probably no point in locking the door from the inside, which was clearly his mistake. If he had locked it, he wouldn't have barged in and seen something he shouldn't have.
