DESIRE | sanhwa

chp. ten

"Well, that wasn't so hard." Mingi sighs after having finally found and terminated the mole. Of course, not only the blood of the mole had to be spilled in order for them to accomplish the flush out.

"I found the files." Jongho said, standing up, holding the small case that held the flash drive carrying all the trades and market items that his family's company did and sold.

"Good." Seonghwa looked around, a few employees were cowering away at their desks, horror filling their faces with looks to their dead co-workers. "Ah, Mr. Lee. I trust you to clean this up, so the place is spotless?"

The elder man nodded, and the three were out as quick as they came in.

"You think they already sent the file over to someone, or sold them?" Jongho asked.

"I'm not sure. Hopefully not, but it's more than likely that he did."

Jongho hummed, turning to look out the window in the back seat beside Seonghwa.

"I'll send Joong to go through his computer, see who could've gotten their hands on the files."

The two nodded, and speaking of the devil, his phone started buzzing with the caller contact reading "baby minion."

"I was just about to call you—"

"Really? Is it about the files that were stolen today?"

"How do you know about that?" Seonghwa asked cautiously, voice lowering as he racked his brain for any reason that he could've found out without Seonghwa telling him himself.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe from a certain drunk blonde who just blabbed that he heard you on the phone acting all serious and deadly, talking about missing files to a Mr. Lee."

"What are you doing with San? Why is he drunk?"

"What? That's not the point, Hwa. He knows."

"You didn't answer my fucking question." Seonghwa snarled, grip on his phone getting tighter.

"Jesus fine, calm down. I just went over to his house to hang out—"

"Joongie? What are you doing? C'mon, I wanna have some fun." Seonghwa knew that voice, words slurred with a whine, "Who're you talking to? Are you cheating on me?"

Seonghwa furrowed his brows, blood boiling for some reason with a pull inside him so strong that he growled into the speaker of the phone. He heard movement on the other end of the phone, a few voices and words being spoken, but that didn't matter, Seonghwa was already telling Mingi that they were re-routing.

"Hongjoong, what—"

"Joongie? I'm not Joongie. Why do you want to talk to my tiny wittle baby?"

"San, what the fuck?" Hongjoong said in the background, San shushing him immediately.

"Look... Who are you calling?" Hongjoong said something in the background, "Seonghwa? Wait Seongie? This is you? Ugh goodbye." San hung up, Seonghwa scoffing and shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Can you tell me what the hell that was about?"

"And why I'm taking you to... where the fuck even is this?"

Seonghwa ignored the both, his arm propped up on the arm rest, his hand in front of his face, flicking his thumb against his pointer finger.

Many minutes later of Seonghwa being ticked off while Jongho and Mingi looking at each other—glancing through the mirror, mentally talking to each other—they finally arrived at San's house, where Hongjoong had said he had gone to meet the blonde boy.

Seonghwa quickly got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him as he stormed up the front steps. He knocked hard on the door.

Two car doors slammed behind him, Mingi's voice being the first thing he heard: "Who's house is this?"

The front door swung open, revealing the peach haired boy from their first day, the one who had shown Mingi around. Yu... Yoongi? No... Yunho?

"Seonghwa?" The boy tilted his head, "Mingi? Jongho? What are all of you doing—"

"SEONGHWA? HE'S THERE? WAIT!" Seonghwa heard the shrill voice, confused as to who else could've been in the house. Soon enough, an omega with bleached hair underneath a sheet of black, popped up at the door, a wide smile on his face.

"Hi, I'm Wooyoung. I live with Yunho and San." He extended a hand out, and Seonghwa took it, shaking it.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but could I...?" Seonghwa looked passed them, watching San stumble down the stairs with Hongjoong supporting him down.

"Yeah of course, come insi-" Wooyoung started but was quickly cut off by San's voice, "No! Alpha free zone!"

"San, what? Why—"

"Goodbye Seongieeee!" San called, laughing afterwards while waving his hand.

Seonghwa didn't know why San was suddenly refusing to see him and almost avoiding him. Yunho turned to San, "Why are you so drunk already? You only had a bottle of soju!"

San laughed loudly, tripping over his feet as he walked down the hall—distancing himself from the front door—Hongjoong catching him, still holding him up for support.

"What a light weight." Yunho mumbled, turning to Seonghwa, a polite smile on his lips, "What brought you here anyway? And how do you know our address?"

"To see San, and that last part's irrelevant." Yunho hummed, skeptical, "Uh, well as you can see he's pretty out of it so, uh, maybe swing by tomorrow when he's in a better condition."

Seonghwa bit his lip, looking past the two omegas in the front door to see if he could catch of San, but unfortunately, said male had already disappeared in the depths of the house. He sighed, nodding and thanking them before heading back to the car. The alpha inside him was roaring, telling him to turn back and grab his ome—no, not his, not yet anyway—to grab the omega and ravish him until San wouldn't have any other thoughts of any other person, calling them baby or such.

But as usual, he ignored what the wolf inside was telling him to do, respecting San and the other two omegas that lived inside. They most likely wouldn't be happy if they heard and smelt them fucking.

"Not a word." Seonghwa said as all three alphas got back into the car, Mingi snickering lightly, with Jongho turning his head far away from Seonghwa as he stifled a laugh. "Just drive."