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"Jang Deok-su. He's our new focus over at the precinct," Gi-hun divulged. "Erratic. Violent. Powerful. He's a prime example of a corrupt alpha. The kind that would chase after an omega. The kind that would be stupid enough to fall for a neat little trap."
In-ho froze. Gi-hun was instantly suffocated by the spike of his scent, all heady and bitter like blood. It was metallic in the lavish office that belonged to the Frontman. With hints of copper. Some iron.
"You?" In-ho asked, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Gi-hun had never seen In-ho unravel at the seams so fast, his fingers rapping against the bottle of whiskey that tipped close to the edge, his gaze focused on the mahogany table before them.
Gi-hun nodded there. "Me."
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Gi-hun had always been best friends with Jun-ho. The alpha treated him no different even if he was an omega, something the other kids excluded him for. It didn't matter. He was one of the highest ranking officers in Seoul years later, and Jun-ho was his own distinguished detective now. The only issue was In-ho, Jun-ho's little brother, an alpha that Gi-hun always had a...complicated relationship with.