The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL] Chapter 15: I’ll take Rian’s custody

"I have no such dreams."

Yawning as if bored, Yoon Seoyul uttered. It seed like two hours of sleep wasn’t bounteous. Taking advantage of his weariness, he mumbled out randomly:

"Can I join your guild now?"

"No."

The speed he was rejected at was sothing to be ashad about. Cheon Areum closed his eyes and nodded a few tis, accepting his fate.

"Erase that mory from your mind, Rian."

"Him saying ’no’?"

Rian tilted his head and pointed his index finger at Yoon Seoyul. Cheon Areum bit his lips, lowering his hand.

"That’s considered rude."

"I know."

"...."

Yoon Seoyul, the kind-hearted man, fortunately didn’t take the little innocent kid seriously and walked away without any kind of rebuke. Cheon Areum sighed, drawing Rian by his hand inside the apartnt.

"Are you hungry? Wanna eat sothing?"

"No. I want to take a nap."

Rian clung to his hand tightly, dragging him toward the bed with small but determined steps. Once they reached it, he lay down first, patting the spot beside him with sleepy insistence. Cheon Areum followed without resistance, lying down as Rian pulled him close. He shifted to his side, gently brushing Rian’s hair away from his forehead and caressing his head with slow, soothing motions. His gaze softened as he looked down at him.

"Rian, what do you think about going to an elentary school?"

Rian, who had just closed his eyes, reopened them, staring at him. He pouted, pondering over it.

"I don’t mind going to school but... no, nothing."

Rian began soon shaking his head at his own unvoiced thoughts. He wanted to probe him until he saw him falling asleep. Cheon Areum continued to caress his hair as he slept, limbs spread all over the mattress. His hand paused midway, his heavy eyelids closing involuntarily.

*RING*

*RING*

*RING*

Despite ignoring the consistent bell rings coming from the living room, the person stubbornly refused to go away. Cursing in his mind, he finally got up to see who it was before Rian woke up from the noise too.

"...."

Standing outside was a familiar figure, only distinguishable by the change of clothes. Dressed in a gray sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and a white face mask concealing most of his face, Yoon Seoyul stood at the entrance with his hands indifferently tucked into his pockets.

"Can I join your guild now?"

"No."

Cheon Areum slamd the door in his face and stretched his arms, heading back to the bed, but then the barrage of bell rings lambasted him. Holding his temper, he threw the door wide open.

"What??"

"....I can’t sleep."

"So?"

"Ryung isn’t at his place and Joon said he’d quit if I bothered him at night too."

Cheon Areum irritably scratched his neck, tilting his head. He was trying his best to hold onto the sleep that was starting to slip away with each word coming out of his mouth.

"Can I join your guild then?"

"No."

"Fuck off then."

Cheon Areum slamd the steel door, but before it could fully shut, a firm arm wedged through the narrow gap. Yoon Seoyul’s hand gripped the edge, the force keeping the door open. His voice was calm.

"Let sleep here just today."

"We only have a single bed. Where are you planning to sleep?"

Cheon Areum, having lost the last remains of his sleepiness, huffed peevishly.

"I can sleep on the couch."

At that, he loosened his grip, leading him therein. Both of them stood in silence, staring at the empty living room. Yoon Seoyul was truly too pitiful. A real tragedy, if you will. Cheon Areum was just as awestruck when he saw the living room for the first ti.

"Be my guest. I’ll be in the bedroom. If you need anything, don’t disturb ... don’t follow either..."

Yoon Seoyul didn’t say a word, not even when Cheon Areum shot him a pointed look. His silence wasn’t awkward—it was frustratingly confident, as if he had already decided he was staying and no amount of protest would change that. Cheon Areum lay back down on the right side of the bed, letting out an exasperated sigh. Rian, already curled up on the left, barely stirred. The only space left was a narrow sliver behind him, clearly not enough for another person. But Yoon Seoyul didn’t hesitate. With all the casualness in the world, he climbed into the bed, squeezing into the limited space behind Cheon Areum like he belonged there, hurling his mask on the floor.

"If you touch , I’m going to kick you."

"Okay."

Hearing the reply, he closed his eyes, trying to reclaim the sleep that had slipped away. He stayed in the sa position for a few minutes, clinging to the leftover sleepiness. But then the bell rang again—this ti more persistently, almost impatiently.

Whoever it was, they were about to experience his wrath. Cheon Areum’s jaw clenched as he lobbed the blanket off. Sensing the movent, Yoon Seoyul quietly got up from the bed without a word, stepping aside to let him pass.

Cheon Areum pushed the door ajar, a dark cloud of vexation hanging over him. As his eyes landed on the person standing there, his irises dilated, revealing a faint glimr of the unusual color they usually held.

"Who gave you the sleepover invitation, Granny?"

"I’d say you watch your tongue, Areum. Return him right away, or else I’ll report you to the police."

Upon seeing the lady—dressed just as impeccably as the first ti—the annoyance clouding Cheon Areum’s mind flared into pure, seething rage. To him, she was nothing more than a stranger cloaked in the illusion of kinship; he held no fondness for her, not even the barest thread of familial warmth. But he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to confront her—if only she hadn’t taken Rian, hadn’t dared to provoke him.

"Are you forgetting that I have Rian’s custody? I’ve been lenient with you since you are also my grandchild, but it must be getting to you, making you think you can go against ."

While Cheon Areum grinned and glared blankly, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, almost lifting him from the ground. His feet barely skimd the floor. He hadn’t been able to notice before, but now he knew why she could overpower him so easily. She was an alpha—that’s why her sole presence made him overwheld. The woman stared at him with viciousness, but seeing him so unfazed by it, her expression turned sour.

"What’s there to smile about? Finally lost it, huh?"

"I was just thinking about trying it out, but you presented the opportunity. How can I not be happy right now? Hmm... to take over the custody, I’ll have to kill you."

Cheon Areum muttered coherently, as if he were discussing sothing mundane. His head tilted slightly, a thin stream of black shadow coiling up his arm, hidden beneath the loose sleeves of his shirt. The darkness pulsed faintly, responding to his emotions. The woman stood speechless—not out of fear, but sheer disbelief. She had heard many things from Cheon Areum before, but never this. This version of him, calm and unshaken while talking about murder, was unfamiliar. And yet, it didn’t seem like a bluff.

While the real Cheon Areum might never have gone to such extres with her, the one standing before her now was different. There was no flicker of hesitation in his mind or words at the thought of killing her. His gaze was steady, voice unwavering, and presence unnervingly composed. Suddenly, the woman’s features wrinkled in disgust or perhaps in fury. Her other hand rose into the air.

"Just try hitting again!!"

Cheon Areum’s voice roared through the apartnt like a shockwave, raw and furious. It was no longer the sound of soone rely angry—it was the sound of soone unhinged, soone whose patience and restraint had finally snapped. The faint glow of violet in his irises vanished, swallowed by a creeping darkness that spilled into the whites of his eyes like ink in water.