The Claimed Omega

'Ah, sorry I have a meeting.' Wonho almost stutters. The barista hands over his drink right at that time, to his relief. Without even turning to bid his goodbye, despite knowing how rude it may seem considering the alpha is also a senior staff, the young intern rushes to the security gate. He almost spills the coffee from the vibration of his hands. Once he is on the other side of the gate, he looks over briefly towards the café – Juwon is still in his seat, now talking to his companion.

Wonho waits until he is in the safety of the elevator, out of sight, before letting his guard down. He leans against the wall and moves down to seat, breathing heavily.

'Ahh!' He places the paper cup in his hand on the floor, only now realizing how hot it is. He forgot to ask for the sleeve. Shaking his hand a few times, taking note how red it is, Wonho notices the elevator is not moving.

He immediately clicks on his floor. Repeatedly.

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'Are you okay?' Minwoo asks Wonho who is following him around since he got back. Well, not in the sense that the omega keeps touching him or anything, just that, the older man makes sure to be in the same room as him. Just like right now, when he got out to make himself some warm milk while the omega was getting ready to sleep, Wonho dragged his feet outside as well, lying on the couch, making sure he can see Minwoo behind the counter.

'I'm fine.' The tired male answers, but Minwoo knows him well enough to know that is the exact opposite of it. Because Wonho always either answers it with a grunt or asks him why with a confused face if he truly is, fine.

'Tough day?' Wonho shakes his head and gets up to repositions himself so he is closer to his mate, 'Didn't have to see someone die.' He adds, and Minwoo smiles to himself.

He saw a patient die today, but it was not as bad as it sounds. Because the lady was old, and had severe heart problems. Despite seeing her last moments, Minwoo just thought it was time.

Of course he didn't tell that to Wonho though, because he knows it will make him seem heartless. Maybe he is, or maybe he is just good at not getting attached to the patient and getting emotional. Either way, he is touched that Wonho decides not to tell him about his obviously bad day because of that.

'Wanna talk?' He tries again and again, the omega shakes his head. He looks burnt out, so Minwoo just lets it go. Wonho will probably appreciates getting his sleep more than listening to his story. If he thought he has no time to sleep, lately Wonho has even less. Because he had been working on his drawing until early in the mornings.

Minwoo did tell his mate to take it easy, since he is not getting paid for his job, but Wonho insists on doing it. To prove his 'worth'. Honestly, Minwoo disagrees that he has to go to such lengths to do so but there is no point in arguing with the omega because he will never win. Since Wonho uses the same argument against him, for his clinical rotation.

Really, he can never win against architecture. Period.

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'Here.' Wonho looks up to his mentor, wondering why the paper bag is placed on his desk.

'Sorry I didn't come to the farewell party last week. Here's my gift.' Junghoon ruffles his hair which earns him a soft 'tsk' from his junior. Throughout the year, he had seen many interns come and go, some doing it for experience, and some for the opportunity to work at the firm. He met a lot of young, and passionate young ones, but he has to admit, Wonho is really different from the rest.

Not only is his junior talented and innovative, he is also persistent. Wonho's future is really bright, he can tell. And he really hopes he will be able to see the kid bloom.

'Thank you.' Wonho grins brightly at his mentor. Despite being really busy, Junghoon made sure to help him understand what it is like to be an architect in such a large firm. His teaching method may seem harsh - he always pushes Wonho to give out his ideas and opinion, in spite of him being a mere intern, but it helps build his confidence a lot.

'I won't be here on your last day so, let's have lunch together Wednesday.' The intern nods, accepting the invitation. Only four more days, and this amazing experience will end.

He is going to miss working.

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Wonho stares blankly in front of him, slowly making his way towards the exit. In less than a week, he won't be able to walk freely into the building anymore. The rushed train, and days filled with meetings and constant editing, using the professional software, the lounge. Jiwoo and Dongchan. Everything will end.

It makes him feel somewhat lonely.

Only three more days left.

Sighing, Wonho almost manages to get to the rotating glass door before a familiar voice calls him.

'Seo Wonho.' He closes his eyes and curses to himself for being in a total daze that he didn't notice the scent. Taking a deep breath, he prepares himself run out. He thought he can manage to get through the rest of his internship without any confrontation, but Juwon is really insistent. Seriously, what is wrong with him?

As Wonho is about to take another step, a grip is felt on his left hand and he is pulled back. His heartbeat instantly fastens, face to face with the alpha he had been avoiding. Behind Juwon, Heiran and Sangmoo stands, their faces unreadable.

'Let go my hand!' He hisses, pulling it but the grip tightens, hurting him. He knew something is fishy about these three!

'Come with us quietly.' Juwon growls, trying to control him but Wonho only scoffs. He is mated, he is immune to his alpha voice. Besides, there is no way in hell he will comply to that request and subject himself to danger. 'Like hell I-'

'Or let's talk here and let everyone here knows what happened that night.'

Wonho's face turns pale.