Nan Mac omegaverse

hunter and prey

At night... As Ayan stood outside ketcha rooms
Flashback ....his hands hesitated mid - air unsure whether to knock . As encounter with Dew still linger in his mind .
Ayan and Dew crouched, gathering scattered papers.

" Mac ?" Ayan murmured, eyes scanning a crumpled page.

Dew's heart skipped a beat.

He swiftly snatched the paper from Ayan's hand.

"Must be some football stuff," Dew said, forcing a laugh.

Then immediately turned to go upstairs.

Ayan raised an eyebrow.

"Football? This looks like racing contract." Ayan muttered to himself .

"Dew, wait..." Ayan said, his tone firm.

"Yes?" Dew replied, without turning around.

"The paper... what's this about?" Ayan asked, his curiosity evident.

"Football, didn't I say?" Dew muttered to himself. "Football!"

"May I see your paper for a moment?" Ayan asked, his tone deceptively casual as he attempted to snatch the papers from Dew's hand.

Dew's eyes narrowed. "Why are you asking to check my paper? Do you think I'm hiding something?"

Ayan's expression turned cold. "No, I just want to see it."

Dew's voice rose. "Nope, you can't! Why should I let you check my papers? Are you my friend, brother, or something? Don't act so friendly with me."

Ayan's voice dripped with venom, matching Dew's hostility. "You're standing in my family's home, about to meet my own brother, and yet you dare disrespect me? Watch your tone, Dew, or I'll make sure Father cuts ties between you and Mac. You're a guest here, not the owner.

Dew sneered. "Your family? This isn't even your house! You're just Mac's father's pet, kept out of pity. Don't pretend you belong here."

Ayan clenched his fist, controlling his anger. "Dew, don't cross the line. This is our family matter. You're not one to talk about my position in this family."

Dew's sarcasm dripped. "Oh, really? My BFF doesn't recognize you as family. Who are you to claim you're part of this house? Did your gold-digging mother tell you that?"

Ayan's face darkened. "What did you say about my mother?"

Dew continued, unfazed. "Your mother is a-" G-O-L-D DI...

Before Dew could finish, Ayan punched him, sending Dew crashing to the ground.

"Bastard..." Dew muttered, scrambling up to retaliate.

Ayan stood ready, fists clenched.

Just as the fight escalated, Mac intervened, pushing Ayan away from Dew.

"Stop it!" Mac shouted, his voice firm.

Flash back end ....

Ayan seethed, "Bastard Dew... Because of him, Mac is angry with me again. I need to break their bond, but how?"

Just then, a staff member interrupted his thoughts.

"Ayan, what are you doing here? Someone called for you."

Ayan's train of thought broken, he headed to his father's office.

"Father..." Ayan said, finding him still awake.

"Did you not sleep yet? Do you have something to say to me, Ayan?" his father asked.

"I was wondering, Father, when Mac will join the company?" Ayan inquired.