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The thing about being in charge of a company wasn't that it was stressful, nor hard work. It was that being at the top meant that you had to stay at the top which was why they had hundreds of employees.
And yet, Namjoon was fucking pissed at each and every employee right now. Well, pissed could probably be an understatement -- one of his assistants had called in sick and he had too much work he needed to get done.
He knew he couldn’t blame the man, male omega pregnancies tended to be harder on them than female ones, but he was just so stressed out.
It was his own fault, he had been out getting drunk rather than filling out producing rights for the album that, admittedly, his assistant had tried to get him to do weeks before.
Namjoon hated to admit he had fucked himself over. So, now he was running all over the city, becoming even more livid because today was the deadline.
He could choose to take a taxi, but that wasn’t an option considering it would take him an hour to just find a taxi in this traffic, so he had to walk.
The idol group’s company was merely around the corner, so it wasn’t too bad of a walk, but he only had thirty minutes and he was hungover was painful, and his scowl felt permanent.
Fucking Jimin and his peer pressure, Namjoon blamed fully knowing that it was his own fault; Jimin couldn't give two fucks if Namjoon yelled at him, so it was easier on the producer’s conscience to blame it on his pack member.
Kim Namjoon, millionaire producer, co-owner of a music company running to make the deadline to claim rights for producing an album - as if they really needed the money. It was more for pride’s sake that he wanted to ensure his name was on that album and that money was going to their company.
He was a prideful man, but also, wasn’t it common sense to want recognition for his work?
This only reminded him that he should’ve fucking listened to Yoongi and started searching for a replacement assistant, but Namjoon was a lazy son of a bitch and knew it.
That was why everything seemed to backfire lately. And, as usual, his stinging headache he would blame for his stupidity as he ran, or more like slammed, into a smaller back.
Namjoon didn’t really feel the impact, but the person fell to the ground with a loud hiss, falling completely onto his front on the sidewalk.
“Fucking shit.” Namjoon cursed, staring at the back of a person dressed in a black hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, “Fuck- I’m sorry, in a rush. I gotta go-“ He didn’t get to finish as the words got stuck in his throat when the person rolled to sit down on the sidewalk instead of sprawled out, holding an arm to their chest.
Namjoon immediately forgot everything he was doing and saying.
He’d never seen someone so effortlessly beautiful.
The man had a pretty round face and pink lips, brown eyes wide at the sudden attack, and a head full of brown curls hidden under his hood. His black hoodie was on its last string, the stitching was sticking out oddly.
“Fuck - fuck, I’m so sorry.” Namjoon caught his words and reached out to offer a hand, “Did I hurt you? Fuck, I’m an idiot, I’m so sorry.”
Now that he was helping the person up, Namjoon's eyes caught a lanyard around the man’s neck, the name of a nearby diner on it.
Before he could make himself look more of an idiot Namjoon noticed an old phone on the ground and felt like passing out at the shattered screen. “Fuck, I’ll buy you a new one.” He promised, kneeling down to pick it up and offering it.
As soon as the stranger accepted it, Namjoon was digging in his pocket for his wallet, “How much do you need? Two hundred should get you a new one, right? Maybe three just for knocking you over.”
He heard a scoff, and Namjoon realized he must have looked ridiculous. “You’re right, that's not enough, five can get you a really nice one.”
“It was already broken, you didn’t break it.” The person said loudly, shaking his head and stuffing his hands into the nearly ripped off front pocket of his hoodie.
Namjoon was either losing his mind, or this was the sweetest voice he had ever heard, even if there was an obvious edge to it. “Don’t worry about it, I just knocked you down like a car, at least let me give you something.”
“I don’t want your money.” The stranger rolled his eyes and Namjoon, while wanting this person’s name, attention, and feeling horrible, walked along as he started walking away.
“Please, if I don’t do anything I’ll feel horrible.” Namjoon begged.
Suddenly, Namjoon realized where he was.
Just to his left was the music company where he was supposed to hand over the envelope in his pocket, but the stranger was simply walking over to the park bench, it wasn’t a park Namjoon usually came to, he had never really been to parks at all, but it was mostly empty.
“Don’t care about your money, you’re good - you can go wherever you ran me over to get to.”
“What’s your name?” Namjoon sighed and took a seat beside him, unsure of where the person was even looking because he seemed to be looking over his shoulder more than at him, “I feel horrible, at least let me sincerely apologize.”
The man’s eyes showed something like surprise before he was frowning, “Jeon Jungkook.”
“Jungkook.” The alpha smiled, “I’m Kim Namjoon.”
Jungkook's lip curved into something reminiscent of a smile for the first time and Namjoon knew this was it, he had to know him. “I thought you were asking to apologize.”
“I thought so too.” The producer blurted before watching Jungkook laugh at his response.
“Well, you’re certainly not as slick as I expect— Jongin, Kyungsoo, no!”
Jungkook was suddenly standing to his feet with a scolding expression, and Namjoon nearly ran after him when the stranger rushed the short few feet to grab a small child from the swing, but he froze.
Not because of the fact that the stranger was rushing off, but because of the sudden gust of scent that came off of Jungkook. Omega.
That was something Namjoon had assumed. Jungkook was very beautiful, looking at him was calming, so he'd figured the other was likely an omega.
The thing was that this omega smelled very good. Too good. He'd never smelt anything like it in his entire life which was a feat.
See, Namjoon wasn't the type to be easily flustered, none of his pack were. At least not normally. A normal night for them consisted of far more than drinking and spending nights alone. It used to be such a problem that the pack had rules to never bring home someone, to instead go to a hotel. Needless to say, they weren't exactly innocent.
And Jungkook left him breathless even in a torn hoodie and with darkened under eyes.
The omega was scolding two tiny ones. He couldn’t hear what the omega was saying, but he looked extremely scolding as he grabbed one of their small hands and held the other on his hip.
The smaller of the two already looked near tears as Jungkook pulled his hand and made him walk along.
“Do you need help?” Namjoon stood to his feet and nearly hit himself for being blind as he watched Jungkook kneel down in front of an old double seated stroller. It was rusted on the metal and the fabric that looked like it was once a vibrant red was sun stained and more an odd orange than anything, Namjoon frowned.
“Fuck, what time is it?” Jungkook cursed, buckling the two small babies inside the stroller and rubbing his thumb over the smaller, wide eyed one’s cheek when he started fussing.
Namjoon pulled out his phone, “Uh, noon.”
“Fucking shit, fuck. Kyungsoo, stop crying, baby. We have to go. I need to get to work.”
Jungkook looked so frantic Namjoon could almost feel it in his own chest. He didn’t even have a chance to say anything, just watching Jungkook pull the sun shade over the two toddlers and then he was practically running away.
Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temple and somehow feeling rejected even though he hadn’t even asked anything of Jungkook. He groaned again as he took a seat on the bench, laying his head on his forearms.
Jungkook was so pretty, Namjoon really liked pretty things, and it didn’t help that the two kids were so cute, adorable, and he hadn’t even heard much more than sad sniffles from the two after their scolding.
Just as he was about to kick himself out of his bout of self pity, he was distracted by the sound of vibrating beside him. The shattered, old cell phone was still right where he recalled Jungkook setting it, on the bench.
Namjoon laughed in disbelief, grabbing the device and shoving it in his pocket. Good thing he remembered the words on the lanyard; he remembered everything he had seen on Jungkook.
Honestly, he wasn’t even pissed he had lost out on a good few thousand because he had passed the deadline.
Not when he had a reason to see the starry-eyed omega again.
***
“Wait.”
“Don't even start.”
This was Hoseok, he didn't care about any of Namjoon's warnings fully knowing that he was the favorite of basically everyone in the pack, so the alpha began to cackle and almost choked on his drink. “You're telling us that you forgot how to talk to omegas. You?”
Namjoon rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, eyes flickering across the dining table with pursed lips before huffing, defensively, “I didn't have a chance to say anything. He ran off with some pups and-”
“Pups?”
Taehyung wasn't interested moments ago. The alpha had been pouring himself more wine when Namjoon brought up the doe-eyed omega, but the alpha looked far more interested now. It wasn't all that surprising, Taehyung had always loved children. To the point where he'd once gotten so drunk he donated a third of their monthly budget to a children's shelter. They couldn't blame him for that. He had some issues with family.
Yoongi however, was the exact opposite, when it came to children. He didn't really know what to do with them.
“Wait this omega,” Taehyung began, releasing a tiny laugh, “Was pretty-”
“Gorgeous.” Namjoon began to grin, “Beautiful, really.”
“- he smelled good. And he has pups?”
Namjoon's smile slipped a bit, just for a second, because he hadn't realized until then, when Taehyung had said it aloud, that yes he did have pups. As in, they were his pups. They'd clearly been. Which meant he likely had an alpha or beta mate, but the omega didn't smell like it, so…
“Well, it's out of the question, then,” Jimin said, simply, raising his glass to his lips, “He's mated.”
The warmth that boiled under Namjoon's skin from his comment was completely irrational. It truly was, the alpha knew it, but it was annoying. Not even because Jimin had said it with finality, but the idea of Jungkook being mated.
“No. He didn't smell of any alphas at all,” Namjoon argued, “And he's fucking gorgeous. The kids are, too. Listen to what I'm saying. There was something about him.”
The room went eerily silent when Seokjin dropped his fork and scooted his chair back. The eldest didn't leave the room, but he did grab his plate and began to clean up despite the fact their dinner hadn't been finished.
With a heavy sigh, Hoseok reached over for the wine, muttering in a breath, “Joon. If you're saying what I think you're saying, maybe don't say it. We've been through this before.”
“That was different,” Namjoon argued, furrowing his eyebrows, “Jungkook didn't even take the money I flashed right in front of him-”
“He didn't know who you were,” Seokjin's tone was a drawl. He was more exhausted than annoyed as he placed his plate in the sink nearby. “If you told him who you were, he would have taken your money.”
Namjoon struggled for a reply, eyes flickering around the table for any help at all, but they'd gone silent and his only other chance of getting help dwindled when Taehyung pointedly avoided his eyes and scratched at the table.
With a deep breath, Namjoon scoffed, “It's been 4 years. We're never going to have a mate if you don't give anyone a chance. I'm telling you. This omega isn't like her at all. Alright? I have his phone for fucksake! I mean, look!”
The alpha fished it out of his pocket and tossed it onto the table, the screen was cracked and it was clearly dead. It was old. Not even a smartphone, but one with a full keyboard of numbers.
“I'm going to go give it back to him,” Namjoon pushed out of his chair, “First thing after work tomorrow, I'm going to give it back to him. You have until then to decide if you want to see for yourself.”