Jungkook⁶

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The architectural firm's conference room was immersed in a cool, shady atmosphere. Thirty-year-old Jeon Jungkook, tired of empty romances and marriage proposals, boredly perused the documents. He'd been tipped for the best omegas as partners, but after thirty years, he'd never felt "that" click. Truth seemed like a fairy tale to him. Until now.

"Mr. Chon, the interns from the art academy have arrived with models," the assistant's voice rang out. "Should you like to come in?"

“Let them come in,” Jungkook said dryly, without looking up.

A group of students awkwardly entered the hall, carrying bulky models. Jungkook was about to listen to them, but as soon as the last one crossed the threshold, the alpha's world was turned upside down.

The scent struck the subconscious, making it impossible to breathe. Deep, natural cherry with a tart bitterness and an underlying layer of delicate, steamed milk, enveloping the berry freshness in a veil of absolute comfort.
The pen rolled across the table. Alpha jerked his head up, inhaled loudly, his pupils dilated predatorily.
True stood at the end of the line.

Twenty-one-year-old art student Kim Taehyung desperately tried to remain inconspicuous. He hung back behind his classmates, his gaze downcast, his plump frame hidden under an oversized chunky knit sweater. Taehyung had no idea that his powerful blockers, which had fooled everyone around him, were useless against Jungkook.
When it was Taehyung's turn to defend the prototype, he stepped forward. His soft, low, velvety voice completely overwhelmed the alpha. For the rest of the hour, Jungkook didn't hear a word of the presentation. His dark, heavy gaze was fixed on Taehyung.

"Kim Taehyung. You start tomorrow," Jungkook looked straight at the omega, his bottomless black eyes burning into him, causing him to shyly avert his gaze.