The Omega Is Pregnant-Chapter 87

Han Mi-sun’s face twisted at the firmness in Tae-seo’s eyes. She already had her answer just by looking at him.

“So, I love Se-heon hyung. In-hyuk and I are just friends. I don’t want anything beyond that.”

“Do you even realize what you're saying right now? You’re going to regret this later.”

“No. What I regret more is not being clearer about my actions up until now. It was a mistake to avoid you out of guilt. I apologize for that.”

He should have told Han Mi-sun directly that he wouldn’t be marrying Kang In-hyuk. No—better yet, he should’ve said it back when they first met, when the opportunity was there.

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“I chose Kang Se-heon, not Kang In-hyuk. And no matter what happens, that choice isn’t going to change. So please, stop.”

Thank you for the kindness you’ve shown me up to this point. But from now on, please don’t treat me well anymore. Instead, I hope you’ll look fondly on whoever becomes In-hyuk’s new partner. If you let go of your lingering attachment to me—if you ease up on that desire—maybe someday, everyone can be happy.

Keeping all those words buried inside, Tae-seo drew a firm line. If this could put a final end to everything with In-hyuk, then today’s meeting wouldn’t have been so bad.

“How insolent. My god, you’ve hidden that shameless face well all this time. In-hyuk was fooled by your deceit.”

“Ah...”

Tae-seo, who had been quick to clap back until now, didn’t respond right away. It wasn’t guilt that stopped him...

“In-hyuk knows the real me. Until recently, he couldn’t even look me in the eyes without glaring. There’s a reason he hated me so much.”

Was she really unaware of that? That’s what surprised him more.

At Tae-seo’s calm reply, Han Mi-sun’s lips began to quiver. She probably thought he was purposefully trying to provoke her.

“Oh, so now you’re toying with me?”

Seeing Han Mi-sun sweep her gaze across the table in a huff, Tae-seo hurriedly waved his hands.

“There’s no water here.”

Since it was an interview, the reporter hadn’t ordered anything. Tae-seo’s cup only had a bit left at the bottom. Even while explaining there was nothing to throw, he still tried to stop her and grabbed her hand.

But the force with which she yanked her hand away was so strong that Tae-seo ended up rubbing his now-reddened hand.

“Don’t touch me. If you ever come begging me to take you back, you’d better be on your knees. Otherwise, don’t expect me to even consider it.”

Han Mi-sun, glaring in disgust, snatched the interview printout from the table. As she stood up, Tae-seo awkwardly followed her lead. He bowed slightly in farewell from an appropriate distance, and Han Mi-sun gave him one last glare before turning away. The sharp sound of her heels echoed once more through the café as she disappeared, and Tae-seo saw her off with nothing but a polite smile.

“So she wasn’t trying to throw water after all.”

The moment she was gone, Tae-seo collapsed into the chair, utterly drained. The seat, which had felt soft and cozy before, now felt stiff and unyielding against his back.

He’d known he’d have to go through this at some point. But actually sitting across from Han Mi-sun, talking to her, it felt like he’d been weighed down by a stone the entire time.

“My body aches.”

Maybe it was the tension—now that it was gone, every muscle in his body throbbed.

“My stomach...”

Then came a dull ache in his belly. Tae-seo’s breath grew more labored.

“I need to go home [N O V E L I G H T] and rest.”

All he could think about was Se-heon’s apartment, saturated with his pheromones. He just wanted to get under Se-heon’s blanket and lie down. He wanted to be wrapped in Se-heon’s pheromones—nothing else mattered.

Tae-seo left the café with staggering steps.

****

Kang Se-heon was waiting for Tae-seo’s interview to finish. It wasn’t a bad wait—he was using the time to discuss business matters with his grandfather.

Then a knock came, and a secretary entered, handing Chairman Kang Hak-jung a phone. The Chairman frowned as he looked at the screen, then showed it to Se-heon as well.

It was a photo sent by the reporter in charge of the interview.

“...Ha.”

A displeased breath escaped Se-heon’s lips the moment he saw it. The photo showed Tae-seo and Han Mi-sun sitting across from each other. It wasn’t even a video, yet the awkward, tense air between them was practically visible.

“She’s out for blood, clearly,” Chairman Kang muttered with a sigh.

“Some people just never change.”

She had been a flawless daughter-in-law—supported her underachieving husband, gave birth to the brilliant In-hyuk—but when her greed flared up like this, even he couldn’t help but sigh.

He’d tried everything to push In-hyuk ahead of Se-heon, even considered handing over KH’s electronics division. Maybe she was obsessed with Tae-seo now because of his background.

“I’m going.”

Se-heon stood, but Kang Hak-jung stopped him.

“Calm down. I’ll handle this. I’ll have a proper conversation with your aunt and settle this.”

“And what will you do? Give her something to keep her quiet?”

Se-heon spoke as if reading straight through him.

“You’re planning to hand her a subsidiary that’ll satisfy her, aren’t you?”

“That’s the most peaceful solution.”

“Is it really peaceful?”

Se-heon scoffed.

“How many people did you transfer out of Electronics for her husband? And now you want to do it again? You’ve already done enough.”

“I won’t take your people this time.”

“Then the subsidiary will fall apart.”

Se-heon exhaled in frustration.

“You don’t want to abandon your son, and you don’t want to destroy a company—but how long do you think that balance can really last?”

It had worked up until now, but how much longer could they sustain it? Would there ever be a ‘suitable’ subsidiary? Unless they handed over the entire KH Group, she’d never be satisfied.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“You have a plan?”

Instead of answering, Se-heon gave a silent nod and left the room.

“...Maybe it’s time for me to step down,” Chairman Kang muttered, staring at the space where Se-heon had stood.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Kang Se-heon reached to undo the top button of his shirt but paused. He’d rushed out so quickly after hearing about Tae-seo that he wasn’t even wearing a suit—just a loose, round-necked shirt. There wasn’t even a necktie, yet he felt suffocated.

From the moment he saw that photo of Tae-seo and Han Mi-sun, he hadn’t been able to breathe properly. He’d expected Han Mi-sun to show up, but why now, when he wasn’t there? If only he’d stayed by Tae-seo’s side.

Each time he hit a red light, his anger bubbled over, fists clenching and unclenching. He didn’t even remember how he parked or got in the elevator. All he wanted was to see Tae-seo.

His hands slipped more than once while trying to open the door. When he finally managed to get inside, he immediately called out.

“Tae-seo. Yoon Tae-seo.”

What if he was still at the café? A flicker of panic hit. As he was hurrying through the living room, about to turn around—

“You’re home?”

Tae-seo stepped out of the bedroom, yawning wide. Se-heon, who had come running out of worry, immediately grabbed his shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine... but you look awful. What happened?”

“I’m fine too. You met with your aunt today, didn’t you?”

“So that’s why you look like that.”

Tae-seo nodded, surprisingly calm, which only made Se-heon stare in disbelief.

“You’re not going to ask how I found out?”

“I saw the reporter your grandfather sent sneak a photo.”

He knew Se-heon might be upset, but he also knew someone would be there to support him. Looking at Tae-seo’s innocent face, the edge in Se-heon’s heart slowly softened.

“...But.”

When he first saw Tae-seo, he was relieved. But now he noticed something different. His eyes drifted down from Tae-seo’s face. The shirt had a loose neckline, the shoulder seams were off, the waist flared awkwardly—it clearly wasn’t his.

Noticing where Se-heon’s eyes had landed, Tae-seo gave an embarrassed smile.

“I needed your pheromones, but I couldn’t stay in the blanket all day.”

Dragging a blanket around would’ve been ridiculous, so he just waved his hand. He already knew Se-heon was a big guy, but wearing his clothes made it feel even more real. The sleeves covered his hands entirely, making him look like a kid.

“Wearing it oversized like this, it doesn’t feel tight. It’s nice.”

“It suits you.”

“Right?”

Tae-seo awkwardly fumbled with the sleeves, trying to roll them up only for them to slip right back down, and then smiled bashfully. It was obvious he was trying to lift Se-heon’s mood. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he pulled Se-heon into a tight hug.

“You should smell my pheromones too. It'll help you feel better.”

He released his pheromones for Se-heon’s sake, just like Se-heon’s pheromones had eased the pain in his belly earlier.

Before they knew it, Se-heon was hugging him back. The peaceful air returned—just like that morning.

“Should we do nothing tomorrow? Just lounge around?”

“I’d love that, but... we have an OB appointment.”

Tae-seo paused a moment, then added,

“They said we can find out Blessing’s gender.”

A small ripple stirred the peace—but only a small one.