"We Finally Met"
"We Finally Met"
The soft hum of the city felt gentler inside the little bookstore tucked between a florist and a coffee shop on the quieter side of Seoul. The bell above the door jingled faintly as Kim Taehyung stepped inside, the warmth of the room washing over him like a breath of calm.
He wasn't quite sure why he came here today. Work had ended hours ago, and most Alphas of his status would be at the private lounges or networking events. But something about this tiny corner of the city called to him more than polished business chatter or the usual expectations tied to his name.
He moved past the front desk with a polite nod to the clerk, who looked up briefly, eyes widening in faint recognition. Taehyung was used to that. Being an Alpha from the prominent Kim lineage came with its own kind of visibility, though he rarely engaged with it
His footsteps were silent on the polished wood floor as he made his way toward the shelves in the back—literature, poetry, philosophy. Words had always been a softer language for him. They didn’t demand dominance or loyalty. They simply asked to be understood.
He ran his fingers along the spines of books without choosing one. The scent of old pages and faint cinnamon from the nearby café created a comforting haze.
Then, without warning, something shifted.
It wasn’t strong—not yet—but it was there. Subtle. Unintentional. Not perfume. Something natural. Alive. Vanilla, warm and delicate, but beneath it… something deeper. Cedarwood and wild rain. It wasn’t just pleasant—it was grounding. Familiar, though he was sure he’d never smelled it before.
His heart beat once. Hard.
He didn’t move right away. Instead, he closed his eyes and inhaled quietly, letting instinct and curiosity tangle for a breath too long.There were other people in the store. He could sense two Betas near the front. One Alpha browsing cookbooks. But none of them carried that scent.
He turned slowly, eyes scanning the narrow aisles, calm on the surface though his inner world shifted with quiet alertness. And there—down the second aisle on the right. A figure with dark brown hair tucked under a beanie, standing silently with a book open in their hands. Slim shoulders, loose clothes that looked like they’d been worn for comfort, not attention. The Omega wasn’t facing him, but Taehyung could see the tension in their posture—how still they were, how purposeful the quiet.
It was… rare. For someone to hide their scent so poorly in public. Most Omegas were careful—either trained to suppress it or drenched in blockers. This one wasn’t. Or maybe they didn’t care. Taehyung didn’t step closer. He didn’t call out. He just watched. Then the Omega shifted slightly, turning toward the next page. Taehyung caught a glimpse of their face—only half, but it was enough...It was rare.
A sharp jaw softened by full lips. Wide, dark eyes beneath long lashes. Skin pale in the soft bookstore light. He was young. Maybe early twenties. Maybe less. Beautiful—but not in a loud way. More like a fading echo that lingered long after the sound was gone.
And still, Taehyung didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He didn’t want to startle him. He wasn’t even sure why he felt so still, so aware. Until the Omega turned slightly—eyes lifting as if sensing something—and looked directly at him.
Their eyes met. Taehyung’s breath caught. It wasn’t the usual flinch or blush he received when Omegas looked at him. It wasn’t fear either. It was… wariness. Sharp. Calculated. The Omega’s gaze was a quiet shield, like he had already decided not to trust him, like he’d been hurt before. Taehyung blinked—just once. But in the space of that second, the Omega had turned away. He closed the book, slid it back into place, and walked toward the back of the store.
Not rushed. Not frantic. But gone. By the time Taehyung found his feet and followed, he was already too late. The door at the rear had clicked shut, the cold air beyond it swallowing all trace of that quiet presence. No scent. No trail. Just the memory of warm vanilla and rain, and a face that already haunted his mind. He stood alone for a long time, hand resting lightly against the door that had closed behind the stranger. Not a word had been exchanged. But something had started. He didn’t know his name.
Didn’t know where he’d gone. But he knew one thing for certain. That wasn’t just any Omega. And this wasn’t going to be the end.
Rue^
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"We Finally Met"
Jungkook’s breath fogged in the cold air as he stepped out into the alley behind the bookstore. He didn’t look back. His hands trembled as he stuffed them into the pockets of his hoodie, the hem of it tugging down further to cover the slight quiver in his frame. He didn’t know why his body was reacting so strongly. It had just been a look. Just one glance across a room. Nothing had been said, no touch exchanged. But his instincts had surged all the same.
Alpha.
Not just an Alpha. Him. Whoever he was. The stranger had a presence that filled the room without trying. It wasn’t arrogance, but gravity—as if everything nearby couldn’t help but tilt in his direction. Jungkook had felt it the second their eyes met. Something in his chest had fluttered and clenched all at once, a confused mess of attraction, warning, and old fear.
He couldn’t afford to feel things like that. Not anymore. Jungkook slipped into the flow of pedestrians on the main road, pulling his beanie lower over his forehead. The city felt louder suddenly—every car horn, every streetlight hum, every footstep echoing in his head. He needed to get away. Go somewhere quiet. Somewhere safe. He passed the coffee shop he usually stopped at and kept walking.
Back at the bookstore, Taehyung remained in the same place for far too long. He wasn’t sure what had just happened—only that it was unfinished. Something about the way the Omega looked at him stayed behind like a fingerprint on his mind. It hadn’t been fear exactly… more like a challenge. A wall. He didn’t like walls. Not when they hid someone whose scent had shaken him to the core.
He didn’t know his name. Had no way of tracing him. For all he knew, the Omega could’ve been passing through, never to return. Still, he stayed longer than he needed to, slowly circling the store, retracing where the Omega had stood. He found the poetry section again and reached for the same book the boy had held. The spine was warm. Recently touched.
He flipped through the pages, eyes scanning the verses without absorbing them. His mind wandered instead to the curve of the boy’s lips, the slight wideness of his eyes, the subtle shift in his scent—like he’d caught Taehyung’s gaze and run not because he was afraid of Alphas, but because he was afraid of him. Taehyung closed the book. This wasn’t obsession. Not yet. It was recognition. And that was worse.
That night, Jungkook lay awake on the small mattress in his studio apartment, a thin blanket pulled over his chest. He’d left the window cracked open even though the air was cold—it helped him breathe. Helped him think.
Or forget.
The dim light from the street lamp filtered through the curtains, painting patterns across the ceiling. He stared at them, unblinking. He didn’t even know the Alpha’s name. He hadn’t wanted to.
But he remembered his face. The strong jawline, sharp nose, eyes like autumn dusk. The kind of face that could be carved into memory far too easily. It had been calm. Too calm. Most Alphas grew agitated when near an unfamiliar Omega—especially an unbounded one. Their instincts fought for dominance. But he hadn’t. He’d just… looked. Watched. As if Jungkook had caught his interest, not as prey, but as something deeper.
Jungkook rolled over, pressing his face into the pillow.
No.
He couldn’t afford to think like that. Not about anyone. Especially not an Alpha. Not after everything he’d spent the last two years recovering from.
The next morning, Taehyung arrived at his family’s business offices earlier than usual.
The tall glass building reflected the Seoul skyline like a mirror, sleek and untouchable. Inside, everything was cold tones and clean edges. His secretary, a quiet Beta named Min Seo-jun, greeted him with a bow and a tablet full of scheduled meetings. But Taehyung wasn't focused.
Min Yoongi / Alpha
"You're not focused".
Someone said from behind. Taehyung didn't need to turn.
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"Good morning, Yoongi".
Min Yoongi—his long-time friend and advisor—walked in with a coffee in hand, dark hair still slightly tousled, black suit perfectly rumpled in a way only he could pull off.
Min Yoongi / Alpha
“You’re not usually the type to let something get under your skin, but here you're. Brooding".
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"I'm not brooding".
Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
Min Yoongi / Alpha
“You’re in the poetry section of your brain. That’s basically brooding for you.”
Taehyung leaned against the windowsill, gaze fixed on the city below.
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"I saw someone yesterday."
Min Yoongi / Alpha
"Someone?"
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"An Omega!"
Yoongi's voice lowered slightly.
Min Yoongi / Alpha
"Was it.....?"
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"I don't know, it felt like it. But he ran."
Min Yoongi / Alpha
"Then what are you going to do?"
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"I'm going to find him."
Taehyung's fingers curled slightly at his sides.
"We Finally Met"
Taehyung didn’t say a word to anyone at first—not even to his brothers. Instead, he returned the following morning, a quiet presence in the back corner by the poetry shelves. The same book the Omega had touched was gone. The clerk didn’t remember selling it. Maybe he’d taken it. Maybe not. He stood there for almost an hour, pretending to read while his senses stretched for even the faintest trace of that scent. But the air was clean. Still. Empty. He left just before the lunch crowd arrived, coat buttoned high, hands in his pockets.
Kim Mingyu/ Beta
"Did you even sleep? You look like hell."
Kim Mingyu asked from across the tiny kitchen. The Beta leaned against the fridge, arms folded, watching his friend with a mixture of concern and patience.
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"I'm fine."
Jungkook muttered, not looking up.
Kim Mingyu/ Beta
"You're never fine when you say it like that."
Mingyu sighed, moving to pour himself a coffee. Jungkook didn't reply.
Kim Mingyu/ Beta
"Was it someone from your past?"
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"No."
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"But..... he was an Alpha."
The words left his mouth like something sour. He stared into the steaming cup as if it could explain what had happened in the bookstore—what he had felt.
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"I don’t know. It wasn’t like before. It wasn’t like Yogeum.”
The name sat heavy in the room. Mingyu didn’t flinch—he never did. But he didn’t press either. They didn’t talk about him unless Jungkook initiated it. And even then, only rarely.
Kim Mingyu/ Beta
"Did he talk to you?"
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"No..... He just looked at me."
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"And I ran."
Mingyu didn’t ask why. He already knew. The boy who used to be bold and curious had learned—brutally—that some instincts can betray you. Especially when you're an Omega in a world that romanticizes control.
Kim Mingyu/ Beta
"Maybe you should've stayed."
Mingyu said after a moment. Jungkook's eyes flicked up.
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"Why?"
Kim Mingyu/ Beta
“You’re still talking about him. That usually means something.”
Taehyung didn’t like feeling restless. He was a man of control—measured in words, deliberate in actions. But the Omega had unsettled him. Not in the way most people did when they resisted or flirted or lied. This had been different. Pure. Defensive. Unpredictable.
He was standing at the window of his office when his younger brother Jimin walked in without knocking.
Kim Jimin/Omega
“I brought you coffee. You’re welcome. You owe me dinner.”
Jimin announced as he placed cup on table.
Taehyung glanced at the cup, then back at the city skyline.
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
“I’m not hungry.”
Kim Jimin/Omega
“Hyung. You’ve been weird for days. Are you dying?”
Kim Jimin/Omega
"Are you in love?"
Taehyung actually turned then, one brow raised.
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"That's a stretch."
Kim Jimin/Omega
“You say that, but you look like someone who’s been hit in the face with fate.”
Taehyung didn't answer not directly, instead he said.
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
“Do we still have access to security feeds around that old bookstore in Gangnam?”
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"I want to find someone."
Jimin’s face shifted. He grew quiet.
Kim Jimin/Omega
"Someone dangerous?"
Kim Jimin/Omega
"Then why the cameras?"
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
“Because I didn’t ask his name. And I don’t know why, but I need to.”
Jimin studied him for a moment before nodding.
Kim Jimin/Omega
“I’ll talk to Namjoon-hyung. He’s better at digging.”
Kim Taehyung/ Alpha
"Discreetly."
Kim Jimin/Omega
"Ofcourse! but hyung , if you think this Omega is important don't chase him like Alpha. Find him like a man."
Later that night, Jungkook met with his older brother Jeon Jin at a quiet ramen shop near the riverside. Jin was loud where Jungkook was quiet, confident where Jungkook retreated.
Jeon Jin/ Omega
"How's work?"
Jin asked between mouthful of noodles.
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"Fine. The bakery’s slow during the week, but the manager’s letting me take more closing shifts.”
Jungkook replied tiredly.
Jeon Jin/ Omega
"You're still not eating enough. You look pale."
Jin said pointing at noodles of bowls with his chopsticks.
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"I saw someone yesterday."
Jungkook blurted before he could think better of it.
Jeon Jin/ Omega
"Someone like.....?"
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"Like… someone I shouldn’t feel anything for.”
Jin sobered up completely.
Jeon Jin/ Omega
"Another Alpha?"
Jungkook nodded looking down.
Jeon Jin/ Omega
"You want me to find him?"
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
"No. He didn’t do anything. He didn’t even speak to me. He just looked at me like… he knew something.”
Jin leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.
Jeon Jin/ Omega
"You're scared?"
Jeon Jungkook/ Omega
“I don’t want to be, But it’s like my body reacts before my mind can decide. Like my scent wants him to find me.”
Jungkook whispered. Jin exhaled slowly.
Jeon Jin/ Omega
“Then you either run again… or you figure out who he is and decide for yourself.”
At midnight, Taehyung sat alone in his apartment, a book unopened in his lap. The city lights flickered outside his window, but his thoughts weren’t there. He closed his eyes. Cedarwood. Rain. Vanilla. A scent he couldn’t forget. A face he’d only seen once. A name he didn’t know. Yet somehow, it already mattered.
Rue^
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