𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎㆐SEVENTEEN

Seungkwan

It was twelve o'clock at night, and the soft-scented alpha had no idea why the leader was calling him to an urgent meeting.

Abandoning the laziness that had taken over his body, he dressed himself minimally, taking the clothes he had left abandoned on his desk chair where they lay next to a picture frame of his family, the ones that had been snatched from his hands by that despicable man his mother had married. If only he had avoided that tragedy, his mother wouldn't be in prison, and his sisters would've had to change their identities to go live in Holland.

Wiping away the furtive tear that ran down his cheekbone, he told himself that it was not time to be sentimental.

He sketched a huge smile when he saw himself in the mirror in the hallway that led to the door of his house, reminding himself that sooner or later he would get revenge on that man, it was not long and he had to be patient in that battle that he was willing to win.

He walked through the halls quickly, not missing the head of the lab, leaving his apartment accompanied by none other than Kim, Seungkwan raised his eyebrows slightly surprised.

Something told him that there was too much tension between the two "friends" in their relationship, and he confirmed this by just glancing at Jeon who was struggling to hide the marks that covered the area of ​​his collarbones, ending up reluctantly putting on the sweater he was carrying in his hands.

The younger boy respectfully greeted the duo as soon as their paths met in the elevator that led to the ground floor. Apparently, there was also Cheonsa.

Luckily for him, Lee Chan, his best friend, an apprentice of Cheonsa himself, had joined them. In case something happened to Jeonghan or his rose, he would be the one to take command.

The young man gave them an empathetic smile as soon as he met them. It was past midnight, and they were supposed to have the day off.

There was no doubt that it was an emergency.

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In the corridors of the base, the only thing that could be heard was the dry sound of their steps on the impeccable wood that covered the floor of the main lair, which was only accessible to those closest to Cheonsa. A simple agent, laboratory technician, doctor, and programmer would not even pass through the enormous glass doors that divided the Yoon Corp building in a hierarchical order.

The first floor pretended to be the reception of any company, enormous brown armchairs and sofas, vases decorated with the flowers of the season, a fine marble floor that led to the main elevators, which, in keeping with the decoration, were bathed in golden details, just like the thirteen columns that were scattered around the room.

On the second floor were the workers' dining room, bathrooms, and the building's storage rooms, as well as several cleaning rooms that led to the basement of the building, an area used for interrogations or imprisoning anyone who was a threat to Cheonsa or those close to him. The premises were guarded by most of the low-ranking staff, and meetings with the city's gangsters were also held there, who accessed the building through a little-frequented restaurant that was overshadowed by the enormous construction above it, as the small business occupied 1/4 of half of the sidewalk.

The third floor was the offices of the company's accountants, in case of an audit, there were the files of the entire company, including content developers, financial professionals, human resources workers, among other positions necessary in a company.