chapter 8

                                    

                                          













Grey toxic smoke floated in the air as he exhaled another puff from his cigar after letting it stay in his mouth for a time, hooked by the synthetic relief. 




He peered into the distance, and the blinding lights of the big buildings and bustling metropolis blinked at him as he stared blankly through the ceiling to the floor glass window of his office.










Nothing. 










He didn't feel anything. 





The emptiness within him compelled him to take another big whiff of the cancer stick in his hand, disregarding the bitter taste in his heart and the strawberry flavor that lingered in his mouth when he let it stay on his tongue for a moment. 




Allowing the intoxicating smoke to cloud his thoughts and ease his nerves. He closes his eyes. 




He finally got to speak to his son. 




Even though he had seen him several times, this was the first time he had seen and spoken with him in person. 




His eyes were beautiful, much like his omega, and he resembled him. 




His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone, forcing him to open his eyes and grab it.









Kim









He suddenly felt calm. 




All of his nerves settled down almost like the cigar's effect but he no longer felt lightheaded, but rather grounded.




He licked his lips before answering the phone and placing it next to his ear, anticipating to hear his omega's tender voice, but was instead surprised with a.




"dadddd!"




His eyes widened.





"Suwon?"




He questioned, amused by his son's complaining voice.




He could hear a certain omega's voice in the background through his phone speaker, chastising the tiny Suwon who appeared to be causing mischief.




"Suwon! Stop, baby, wear your shirt." 




He attempted to suppress a smirk by biting his lips, but failed and chuckled.




"What's going on?"




He asked, trying not to chuckle aloud.




"Dad! Eat with us! "Let's have dinner together!"




His smile widened as he lifted his brow in amusement at his son's sudden request, or more accurately, order.




"Suwon!"




Sunoo chastised him and eventually was able to take his phone from the smaller's hands, who pouted like his Dada and sulked, giving him a cute glare.




Sunoo was taken aback; it is common for children of Suwon's age to be naughty and demanding, but this was the first time he had been so difficult to deal with. 




He glared back at his son and spoke into the phone, already embarrassed.




"Sorry about that; it's okay; you don't have to. I'll tell him you're busy—"