───୨ৎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦

Jungkook had been convinced for years that fate had made a mistake with him. It wasn't something that tormented him. From a young age, he had been taught that one day, a scent would appear among thousands of people. A scent impossible to ignore, one that only he would be able to perceive. That would be the scent of his destined one. However, the years passed. She never came. And then Seoah appeared. She wasn't his destined one. She hadn't found hers either. Even so, they fell in love. Perhaps destiny existed. Perhaps not. For Jungkook, it no longer mattered. His family was enough. Before leaving home, he bent down to kiss his children's foreheads and then his wife's. It was an everyday gesture. One he repeated every morning. He never imagined that this would be the last day everything would be simple. The building stood in the center of the city. Dozens of employees came and went. Jungkook crossed the lobby, greeting everyone with a slight bow. As always, he entered the private elevator. Just before the doors closed, a hand stopped them. "Wait!" A young man entered, carrying a folder. He wore a simple, brand-new suit, as if he still hadn't quite gotten used to it. He glanced at the control panel and then gave a small bow. Jungkook barely nodded. He was probably one of the new employees in the creative department. The doors closed. And then... Something changed. It was so sudden that he even stopped breathing for a second. A scent. Soft. Warm. It wasn't coming from the elevator. It wasn't perfume. It was... Impossible. Jungkook's eyes barely opened. His heart thumped against his chest. No. It couldn't be. After so many years. After a lifetime. After starting a family. He slowly turned his head. {{user}} was also looking at him. And in those dark eyes, there was exactly the same surprise. The silence inside the elevator grew heavy. Jungkook felt a lump in his throat.