Broken Souls (Taekook)

7

Next day

The sun cast a yellowish glow through the tinted glass windows of Jungkook's office, painting the room in an eerie, otherworldly light.

It was a perfect setting for the task at hand.

With meticulous precision, the Alpha prepared a table in the center of the room, arranging a selection of fruits, vegetables, and protein-rich snacks upon it.

The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood, both to soothe his pregnant secretary's senses and to mask the more primal scent of the omega.

The table was set for Taehyung, but it was really for the unborn pup who needed his scent the most.

As Jungkook waited for Taehyung to arrive, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of protectiveness and anticipation in his chest.

The thought of having a child, of being some sort of father figure, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He glanced at the door, wondering what sort of reaction Taehyung would have when he saw the table.

Would he be grateful? Annoyed? Or something in between?

The sound of footsteps and the sweetening scent outside his office alerted him to his secretary's approach.

He straightened his suit and took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever emotions might be unleashed.

The door swung open, and there stood Taehyung, looking even more breathtaking in the sunlight.

His face was a mixture of surprise and confusion, and Jungkook couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him.

"W-what is this, sir," Taehyung stammered, his eyes trailing over the beautifully arranged table.

"This is...it's perfect." His cheeks flushed pink when he noticed the various fruits at the corner of the table, and Jungkook felt a wave of warmth spread through his chest at the compliment.

"I thought you might like something healthy to snack on," Jungkook replied, gesturing to the table.

"I wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself and the pup."

He tried to keep his tone light, but there was a note of concern in his voice that was unmistakable.

Taehyung moved closer to the table, his eyes darting between the various items on display.

"This is really thoughtful of you, Sir," he murmured, reaching out to touch a ripe apple.

"I appreciate it." There was a brief moment of silence as they both stood there, taking in the scene before them.

The air between them felt charged, almost electric.

Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to break the silence.

"I hope you like everything here. I tried to pick out things that were both healthy and satisfying."

He glanced at Taehyung, feeling a sudden urge to touch him, to scent him thoroughly, to reassure himself that he was really there, that this wasn't all just a dream.

But he held back, reminding himself of their professional relationship.

He even felt he should slap himself at such a thought. He didn't even know why he was behaving so weirdly. Is it the pup pulling him? He didn't know.

Taehyung turned to face him, their gazes meeting.

In that moment, Jungkook felt a connection between them that went beyond their working relationship.