Different thoughts were spinning in his head: "Am I sure I'm not sleeping? Yes, it can't be." Jihong picked up the phone. And if he had been so curious, he could have clarified who the guest was, but he had no desire to ask and replied, "Okay, I'll co down now. Thank you."
Jihong quickly stood up, hanging up the phone. Leaving the office, he didn't even think to wait for the elevator and just went down the stairs. When he reached the first floor, he realized that everything was true. His ominous premonition was not in vain.
In front of the information desk was Jaekyung, wearing a baseball cap and hood in the middle of sumr, trying not to attract attention, but it was useless. People recognize him at first sight because of his height and physique. The people in the lobby couldn't help but look at each other and whisper to each other, Jaekyung's disguise was completely useless. This building housed not only sports agencies, but also entertainnt and advertising companies. So naturally, the mont people saw him, they all thought at once, "Oh, oh? Is it him?"
Addressing him by na is like inviting others to greet him and take a picture with a fuss. Jihon had to quietly approach and ask, "What brings you here?"
"I need to talk to you," Jaekyung replied sharply, seemingly not listening to Jihon's own words. He felt a little annoyed, but kept his composure.
"If it's a contract, you should et directly with the CEO, not ...
"No, with you, hyung
This ti, Jaekyung cut him off again in mid-sentence. And then, as if demanding, he added, "I would be very grateful if we could get to the office faster."
"Yes, he must be busy. And he wants everything to be as simple as possible," Jihong thought, justifying Jaekyung's behavior.
"Then would you like to go to the nearest café?" This is the place we usually use for business etings, and it's quiet and less crowded.
"I don't have ti to go there. Jaekyung replied bluntly, "Just find any place where it's just the two of us. Even the bathroom will work while no one is around."
Jaekyung's words indicated that he hadn't co here to discuss the contract. Jihong wanted to suggest that he just go back. But he couldn't ignore the one who had made the effort to co all the way here. However, discussing business in the bathroom was out of the question. Eventually, Jihong turned around and made the following suggestion, "Then please co through."
Jihong decided to use the conference room on the fourth floor. He was sure that the hall would be empty at that hour, and he didn't need permission to use it for 10 minutes. Jihon quickly pressed the up button. When the elevator arrived on the first floor, he looked into the eyes of the person inside.
"Huh?" Hyung!
In the elevator was Song Young-ho. He is a fencer who turned 25 this year and is the leading star of Spoin. His talent was evident from an early age, as he made the national team as a high school student. Moreover, due to his tall stature and beauty, the dia nicknad him "The Handso Swordsman". And the shape of his saber caused Spoin employees to half-jokingly call him "the prince".
"Yeonho, it's been a long ti.
During the Asian Gas last year, Jihong was assigned to the support team and had the opportunity to interact with him. Song Young-ho was two years younger and called Jihon Hyun and treated him in a friendly manner instead of addressing him by his position. From then on, every ti Song Young-ho t Jihon in the company, he kept calling him hyung. Although Jihong corrected him several tis to use a formal speech, he eventually gave in, allowing Song Young-ho to address him as he pleased.
"Do you want to go to the fourth floor? Not the third?" asked Jihon, noticing that the button of the fourth floor was already lit. Song Young-ho explained that he was here to hand over so docunts to the General Affairs Departnt.
"By the way, hyung, did you know that I won the President's Cup individual championship not so long ago?"
— Of course. Who do you think wrote this press release?
"Oh, as expected
Song Young-ho gave a thumbs up and Jihong smirked before asking the next question, "Are you really going to make the team for next year's Olympics?"
— Of course. Even if you add up all the ratings of the International Fencing Federation, I am still number one.
"Congratulations." You did a great job
Jihon praised him, patting the back of his head. Song Youngho smiled proudly but continued to look at Jaekyung standing next to him. He looked a little worried. It seed that Song Young-ho was trying to find out if it was really Kwon Jaekyung. In the end, Jihong himself beca worried that Song Young-ho might suddenly talk to him, but fortunately, they arrived on the fourth floor. When the elevator door opened, Jihong got out first and said goodbye: "Take care of yourself, Yeonho. See you later."
"Good. I'll run into the PR departnt!
Song Youngho waved his hand enthusiastically, and Jihong replied, "Yes," before heading in the opposite direction.
Jaekyung plodded silently beside him. After passing through the HR office, they reached a conference room conveniently located nearby. Jihong opened the door, checking to see if anyone was inside, and invited Jaekyung, "Co in."
He entered the conference room first, and Jihong followed.
"People probably won't co here.
Jihon turned on the light by pressing the switch and suddenly heard a click behind him. Surprised, he turned around and saw Jaekyung locking the door. He slowly approached Jihon. And Jihon looked at him, leaning his back against the wall.
"I'm here to ask you sothing," Jaekyung said from right in front of him.
"Do you want to—"
"Hyung, are you a beta?"
Jihong doubted what he had heard for a mont.
"Hey...
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