DASH-Chapter 168

Athletes’ traits had always been a hot topic in the sports world regardless of the sport, but Jiheon was surprised that Han Yuseong brought it up first. As far as Jiheon knew, Han Yuseong was also an Alpha. So, until recently, when Kavva published articles praising Han Yuseong, the focus was always on his unique strong body and stamina as an Alpha.

“Aren’t you an Alpha too?”

“That’s why I said dominant Alpha. I’m recessive.”

Han Yuseong said angrily.

Holding back his laughter, Jiheon replied:

“Yeah, but you’re still an Alpha.”

“Recessive ones only react to pheromones, but in terms of physical ability, we are no different from Betas.”

Although Han Yuseong claimed his traits caused his losses, his tone was so serious, making Jiheon laugh.

The distinction between traits had been a topic for a while, with people glorifying Alphas as some kind of super species. In the 21st century, research results proved this to be prejudice, and a new concept emerged: the difference between dominant and recessive ones.

The characteristics of such types were that individual differences must be pushed into specific characteristics in order to satisfy their own ego. Whether it was a means to show off their superiority or just a paving stone to justify defeat.

“Well, okay, let’s say there are differences in abilities based on people’s traits.”

Jiheon smiled, leaning on the stair railing. He looked at Han Yuseong.

“But if that’s the case, shouldn’t Western swimmers give every medal that they have to Eastern swimmers? Their physical condition is different, after all.”

Han Yuseong frowned, seemingly puzzled as to why such a thing was suddenly brought up here. Jiheon ignored it and continued:

“In that case, tell them to gather swimmers over 190cm tall to compete separately. Since you’re over 180cm tall, don’t conscientiously think about competing with swimmers shorter than you. Whether you’re recessive or not, you’re still an Alpha, so don’t try to rub it off against Beta or Omega swimmers.”

Han Yuseong stayed silent, glaring at the floor. It wasn’t because he was convinced by Jiheon’s words. Jiheon knew he wanted to retort but couldn’t think of an immediate response.

Despite knowing this, Jiheon still scolded ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) him, thinking it was the last time.

“If you keep making excuses like that, there’s really no end to it. Everyone feels unjust sometimes, so the best thing to do is to not dwell on it. Why isn’t swimming a weight class competition? Because it’s less influenced by weight class than other sports. Sure, being tall and having long arms is an advantage, but it’s a sport where skills can overcome that.”

But that didn’t seem to work either.

“Sunbae, you can say that because you’re dominant. You benefit from your traits.”

Han Yuseong was still alone in his resentment.

“I’m dominant?”

Jiheon asked back with a smile, half wistful, half wallowed.

“Who the hell said that? I don’t even know I’m recessive or dominant, so how do you even know that?”

“Isn’t it obvious? There’s such a thing as unique physical ability.”

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Han Yuseong looked at him as if he said something ridiculous.

“Yes, of course, I do have my unique physical abilities.”

Jiheon nodded loudly.

“But my unique physical ability is to release pheromones. It causes Alpha’s sexual excitement, induces internal ejaculation, and leads to pregnancy.”

After saying that, Jiheon asked Han Yuseong again.

“What benefit do I have from this physical ability? Can you explain?”

Han Yuseong didn’t seem to understand at that moment. He blinked at Jiheon for a while and then belatedly asked in a half-dazed voice.

“Sunbae... you’re an Omega?”

“Yeah. So explain. What benefits do I have because of my traits?”

Han Yuseong was still in disbelief, his mouth hanging open. Suddenly, he frowned.

“You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“What...?”

Instead of answering, Han Yuseong tightly grabbed Jiheon’s left forearm.

“Hey, what are you doing—?”

“Look, there’s no chip.”

Han Yuseong pressed his hand against the inside of Jiheon’s forearm, urging him again.

“You’re not an Omega, are you? You’re just trying to lecture me for no reas—”

“Han Yuseong!”

Jiheon shouted loudly and slapped Han Yuseong on the cheek. Though he tried to be gentle, the blow caught Han Yuseong off guard, and he stumbled. Jiheon caught him before he could fall, pushing him against the wall.

“Seriously, come to your senses.”

“I—I’m sorry....”

Only then did Han Yuseong seem to snap out of it, stammering out an apology.

“I’m, I’m really sorry. I’m a bit sensitive to pheromones, so I was worried I might be affected....”

It still sounded like a hurried excuse. Jiheon considered telling him not to worry because he was pregnant, but he decided to stop because he was worried that something troublesome might happen.

“I’m not using a chip because of the side effects. I take medication instead. No need to worry.”

“Oh....”

Han Yuseong mumbled, still dazed. Jiheon finally let go of his arm.

“And I have no intention of lecturing you even if you lie. You have to take some kind of discipline anyway.”

Jiheon clicked his tongue, wondering if Han Yuseong was listening, but then his suit pocket vibrated loudly.

Feeling nervous, Jiheon took out his cell phone. He narrowed his eyes seeing the number on the screen. It was Executive Director Choi, whom he had just greeted.

Jiheon quickly pressed the call button and answered.

“Yes, Mr. Choi.”

｢Mr. Jeong, where are you?｣

Executive Director Choi urgently asked before Jiheon could respond.

｢Come quickly. I think Kwon Jaekyoung needs to go to the hospital.｣

“I beg your pardon......?”

Jiheon was so shocked that he couldn’t even reply. He hung up the phone right away.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Ignoring Han Yuseong’s surprised question, Jiheon immediately opened the emergency exit door. A different world unfolded before his eyes, filled with music and people talking.

There was no need to search for Jaekyoung. Jiheon ran toward the gathering of people.

“Mr. Jeong.”

KSC directors motioned for him to come.

“What’s going on?”

Jiheon asked, half in shock. Without waiting for an answer, he moved through the crowd and saw Jaekyoung sitting on the floor. Someone who seemed to be in charge of the event stood next to him, touching his arm with a worried face. A young couple with a crying child watched, uncertain of what to do.

Jiheon quickly understood the situation.

Executive Director Choi sneakily approached Jiheon and spoke into his ear.

“I think the kids were playing among themselves and went up there. Kwon Jaekyoung caught one of them who fell while playing and running. He might have sprained his shoulder a bit.”

The ‘up there’ that Executive Director Choi was talking about referred to a steel truss installed in the garden for lighting. The moment Jiheon saw the structure that seemed to have an endless space to climb up, he was overwhelmed with anger.

“Why on earth... why would you let a child climb to such a dangerous place?”

Jiheon shouted in anger without realizing it.

“My apologies. We’ve been looking away for a while.”

“We’re really sorry.”

The child’s parents repeatedly apologized. The child cried louder in the arms of his parents, who bowed their heads in regret. The child’s father held him tightly, urging him to be quiet.

Seeing this, Jiheon couldn’t get any angrier. He bit his lip while Jaekyoung called him.

“Hyung, I’m alright, so calm down.”

Jaekyoung spoke in a strangely calm voice.

“It’s just a slight sprain, and it doesn’t really hurt.”

He spoke indifferently and immediately got up. Seeing him stand alone, ignoring the staff, it seemed that the noisy atmosphere was even more irritating for him.

“I’m alright, really.”

Jaekyoung said and approached Jiheon. Just by listening to his voice, he definitely seemed fine. His indifferent expression wasn’t much different from usual either.

But Jiheon couldn’t relax because it was Jaekyoung’s shoulder that was hurt.

As soon as Jiheon returned to their seats, he spoke.

“It’s your right shoulder, isn’t it? Try moving it.”

Jaekyoung followed Jiheon’s instructions, slowly moving his arm. When his elbow went back, he frowned slightly, showing some pain, but he still managed a full turn. That meant, at least, the bones were fine.

“Where did it hurt when you turned your arm earlier?”

“Here.”

Jaekyoung pointed to the area near the joint that ran from his shoulder to his arm.

Jiheon had a bad feeling.

“Let’s head to the hospital first.”

Jiheon said as he stood up.