Chapter 4
The café was warm and elegant, tucked beside a small park in a quieter part of the city. Golden light spilled in through the large glass windows, softening the rich browns and ambers of the interior. The hum of gentle music blended with the clink of coffee cups and the low murmur of scattered conversations.
Kim Taehyung sat silently, legs crossed, a cup of dark coffee cradled between his long fingers. Dressed in a charcoal turtleneck and coat, he looked more like a piece of art than a man. But his eyes — dark, unreadable — were fixed on the scene outside: children running across the grass, chasing bubbles and paper kites, laughter echoing faintly through the glass.
Beside him sat Namjoon, visibly restless. He stirred his tea without drinking, his fingers twitching as if trying to gather courage. Taehyung noticed, of course. He always noticed — but he said nothing. He gave his brother space.
Finally, Namjoon broke the silence, voice low and hesitant.
Kim Namjoon {True blood alpha}
Taehyung... Aunt Ji-eun is worried about you.
Taehyung didn’t shift. His gaze remained on the park below as he sipped his coffee.
Kim Taehyung {Enigma}
(flatly) She’s always worried.
Namjoon sighed, glancing at him.
Kim Namjoon {True blood alpha}
You still haven’t found your mate. Aren’t you... afraid of becoming a lone wolf?
Taehyung exhaled, slow and quiet, before finally turning to face him. His eyes were calm, but hollow — like deep waters with no reflection.
Kim Taehyung {Enigma}
Even if I found my mate... I wouldn’t be able to love them.
Kim Namjoon {True blood alpha}
(gently) Why?
Namjoon already knew the answer — or thought he did. His cousin, his best friend, had always seen emotions as distractions.
Kim Taehyung {Enigma}
(coldly) Because love is a waste of time. I don’t need fated bonds or fantasy. All I want... is to grow what we’ve built. Our empire. Our syndicate.
There was no hesitation in his tone. After all, Taehyung was already the youngest mafia king in South Korea. Calm, brutal, calculated. Namjoon — his right hand — And Seokjin, the most lethal omega in their ranks, their best assassin.
Namjoon opened his mouth to respond, but Taehyung's gaze shifted again — back to the park — and this time, something changed.
A figure had entered the field. An omega. He was running through the open grass, barefoot and radiant, laughter trailing behind him like a melody. The children followed him with wild giggles, trying to catch him, but he was too fast — a streak of joy wrapped in soft fabric.
Petals from a nearby cherry blossom tree fluttered down, dancing around him like the world itself was enchanted by his presence.
It was as if everything else faded — the café, the conversation, the whole weight of his world — until all that remained was the boy in the field.
The boy whose laugh stirred something he thought he’d buried.
Namjoon noticed the change in him. The way Taehyung’s fingers curled tightly around the cup. The way his eyes had softened, turned wide — almost vulnerable.
Kim Namjoon {True blood alpha}
(softly) Taehyung?
But Taehyung didn’t answer. He was too lost—too entranced—by the sight of the omega in the park. That laugh, so pure… the way petals clung to his hair… it had left Taehyung breathless, like something in his chest had stirred for the first time.
Then— The omega tripped. It was so sudden—one careless step over a loose stone, and he stumbled forward, landing hard on the grass. From inside the café, Taehyung’s eyes widened. The thud was muted through the glass, but the way the boy curled slightly around his knee was enough.
Kim Taehyung {Enigma}
💭 Blood.
It trickled in a thin red line just below his knee, clearly visible on his white pants. Taehyung shot to his feet. His chair scraped back with a sharp sound, startling nearby diners. In the next second, he was out of the café, door swinging behind him, coffee forgotten.
Namjoon blinked, stunned for a moment. Then he followed to the window, watching from behind the glass as his cousin—the cold, unreachable Kim Taehyung—rushed across the park.
The omega sat quietly, wincing as he held his leg, the children now gathered around him in concern. And then—
Taehyung appeared. Not like a storm. But like a shadow breaking into light.
He slowed as he neared, the ferocity in his steps softening into caution. His gaze flickered over the boy’s face, the injury, the trembling hands. There was no trace of his usual coldness. No calculation.
He knelt beside the omega, his voice too low to hear from the café, but Namjoon could guess,
Kim Taehyung {Enigma}
Are you okay?
Behind the windowpane, Namjoon crossed his arms, watching with a wry smile tugging at his lips.
Kim Namjoon {True blood alpha}
Too early to say love is a waste of time…
He chuckled softly and shook his head.
Comments
Roy
yeah... too early 😆🙃🙃
2025-06-25
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