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Trifecta
There are three things in life that Jackson needed to survive: sex, money, and control. Presenting as an alpha at 15 was just the cherry on top. It had taken his parents by surprise, but they were never the less pleased after having been informed that their chances of being gifted with an alpha pup was slim to none.
After presenting, Jackson was put on the fast track to learning what it meant to be an alpha. Everything there was to know was neatly trained, branded and instilled into him in three years, whereas other more anticipated alphas were taught at a much more tender age. Like a sponge, he soaked up the knowledge. The hunger for success pushing him to rise above the ranks, until his name alone triggered fear. His appearance capable of silencing even the noisiest of rooms.
At 20, Jackson opened the first branch of Wang Trading Enterprise, and by the time he reached 24, the company had branches in every Asian country. By the age of 26, he was the richest man in the Pacific Rim.
The only alpha that seemed to openly challenge Jackson was Im Jaebum, an alpha as well and owner of Im House. The two became fast friends, and by default, Jaebum's childhood friend, Kim Yugyeom joined their tiny circle of friendship. The young heir soon resumed his father's work as a hotel and shopping mall mogul. The trio then came to be known as the Trifecta. Three-sided, beautiful, and single alphas. Their ruthless business dealings were what the elite gossiped about over a bottle from their most expensive beverages.
No one dared whispered his name in malice. No one dared to cross him. No one dared to deny him anything and that's why he was now able to stand silently staring out at the city of Seoul below him from his penthouse bedroom window, sipping a glass of Goût de Diamants. A glass of the luscious champagne always did the trick to get his restlessness to ease a bit enough for him to close his eyes and rest, but not tonight. It seemed to only intensify with each sip.
Sighing, he downed the rest of the champagne, and made his way back to the kitchen to refill the glass. Settling with scotch instead, neat, he poured himself a glass. The amber-colored liquid glinted devilishly back at him as if mockingly chastising him on his choice. It won't do the trick tonight, it seemed to say. Just as he was making his way back to the window, a ding sounded throughout the apartment, followed by voices he would recognize even in the dark.
Jaebum and... Yugyeom. What now? he thinks turning on his heels to meet them. Eyeing them suspiciously, he closed the distance tentatively to shake their hands and pull them in for a brief embrace. "What's going on? What brings you here from your dungeons?"
"We're here to relieve your boredom and stress," Yugyeom states with a mock bow, like a butler before throwing his head back in laughter at his own antics.
Scoffing, Jackson smirks at his antics. "And how, pray tell?"
"We're going out," Jaebum quips nonchalantly, glancing briefly down at the simple, yet expensive Rolex adorning his slim wrist. "Like as soon as you can get your ass into something more... presentable." Waving his hand to span Jackson's frame, clad simply in sweats.
"Don't hate, man. I'm fucking hot."
"Yeah, Right. Okay. We'll be in the living room waiting for your ass to get into something decent and for you to hide your cockiness in the closet where your sexuality once was," came the deadpanned reply from Jaebum before he dragged Yugyeom towards the living room.
"I never said I wanted to go though," Jackson growled back at the man.
"You've got no choice, bro. Either you come or we bring the party here. I much rather prefer going out to a place the press won't find us so easily, or even suspect we'd be at."
Nodding, Jackson turns back to the kitchen to pour the other two a glass, all the while turning over the plan to go out in his mind. Oh hell! Why the fuck not, he thought finally conceding.
"Fine!" he says, walking back into the living room, passing a glass to Yugyeom before turning to the oldest one amongst them to hand him one as well. "On one condition though..." making eye contact with Jaebum.
"What?" Jaebum eyed him through narrow slits, suspiciously, but curiosity lurking in his dark brown eyes.
"No talk of finding mates tonight."
"Deal! None of us are mentally stable enough to settle anyways," Yugyeom interjects without a second thought, smirking.
Never breaking eye contact with Jaebum, Jackson extends his hand to Jaebum for the other to shake on it. After a moment of contemplation, Jaebum reached out to grasp his hand firmly. "Hopefully we don't have to talk about it after tonight too," he says simply, eyes glint with mirth and mysterious, raising his glass in salut.