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The air in the Vice Chairman's office was always pristine, pressurized, and usually, utterly silent. Today, however, it was thick with a tension that could curdle cream.
Alpha Kim Namjoon, the perpetually polished and infuriatingly perfect Vice Chairman of the YM Group, stared at the neatly typed, single sheet of paper on his mahogany desk.
His scent—rich sandalwood and crisp ozone, the classic high-grade Alpha markers—was starting to spike with confusion and mild displeasure.
"Secretary Kim," Namjoon stated, his voice a low, steady rumble that commanded attention.
"Re-read this. Slowly."
Omega Kim Seokjin, who had served as Namjoon's impeccable secretary for nine years, stood opposite the desk, his back ramrod straight.
His own scent, a delicate, calming blend of lilac and fresh rain, was expertly suppressed, a habit honed from years of professional proximity to a dominant Alpha.
"Vice Chairman, with all due respect, I believe my comprehension is quite adequate." Seokjin's tone was measured, betraying only the slightest tremor of nerves. "It is a letter of resignation. Effective immediately."
Namjoon leaned back, steepling his fingers.
"Effective immediately? Secretary Kim, do you know how many crises you have averted this morning alone? The shareholder meeting brief, the acquisition documents, securing my favorite brand of coffee—which, I might add, is currently sitting at the perfect temperature for consumption."
"I took the liberty of training a temp, Miss Min, who is now fully briefed on the coffee situation," Seokjin replied coolly.
Namjoon sighed, a sound of almost theatrical exasperation. "Seokjin. Let's be frank. I am Vice Chairman Kim Namjoon. The world revolves around my schedule. The idea of replacing you is... absurd. Name your price. A bonus? A company car? A private island?"
"It's not about money, Vice Chairman," Seokjin said, finally allowing a small, weary smile to touch his lips. "It's about my life."
"Your life is my life," Namjoon countered instantly. "You make my life efficient, therefore you are maximizing my potential. Ergo, this arrangement is optimal for society."
Seokjin just shook his head. "I want to date. I want to meet someone. I want to get married and have a family."
This seemed to genuinely stun the Alpha. His scent faltered, the ozone wavering. "Date? But... you already have me. We are together, all day, every day. It's a perfect, symbiotic relationship!"
"It's a perfect, symbiotic work relationship.
Which, as a mature Omega, I must now transition away from to focus on my personal happiness."
Namjoon shot forward, his eyes narrowed.
"Happiness? My dear Secretary Kim, you have worked for me for nine years. You have optimized happiness. I can outsource the dating process. I will establish a new department: The Omega Kim Seokjin Matchmaking Division. Budget: unlimited."
Seokjin pinched the bridge of his nose. "Vice Chairman, no."
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That evening, Seokjin was sprawled on his younger sibling's couch, recounting the day’s events.
His brother, Omega Kim Jimin, was stirring a pot on the stove, his citrus and honey scent filling the apartment. Alpha Kim Taehyung, Seokjin's other younger sibling, was sprawled on the floor, cheekily leaning against his Alpha partner.
"He offered me a matchmaking division," Seokjin groaned into a cushion.
"Of course, he did," Jimin chuckled, placing a comforting cup of tea beside Seokjin. "He treats you like a highly valuable, necessary antique. Not a person."
Taehyung, whose Alpha scent was a bold, cheerful pine, looked up. His partner, Alpha Jeon Jungkook (scent: warm musk and ink), was scrolling through a gaming app but listening intently.
"Hyung, you gave him nine years. I get it," Taehyung said, nodding sagely. "But Vice Chairman Kim? He’s the peak Alpha. Handsome, rich, dominant. Why not just tell him your feelings? I mean, it's clear the man relies on you completely."
Seokjin sat up sharply. "Feelings? Tae, the man doesn't know my favorite food is spicy noodles, despite ordering all my lunches! He doesn't know I have two brothers! He only knows I require coffee at 8:05 AM and that I can transcribe his dictation at 200 words per minute."
"He knows," Jungkook mumbled, not looking up.
"He knows your scent is amazing. That's why he's panicking. No one replaces a perfect Omega like that."
Taehyung immediately elbowed his partner, his scent spiking with playful possessiveness. "Hey, watch it, Kook. That's my Hyung you're talking about."
Jungkook looked up, meeting his Alpha partner’s eyes, their connection instantly evident in the relaxed mingling of their scents.
"Just saying. Vice Chairman Kim's clearly a clueless Alpha. I’ll bet he thinks your resignation is a contract negotiation."
Seokjin felt a flicker of hope. "Maybe... if I show him I'm serious about dating, he'll finally accept it and let me go."
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The next day, Namjoon arrived at the office radiating a scent that was pure, focused frustration. He had spent all night reviewing Secretary Kim’s schedule. There were no immediate flaws.
"Secretary Kim," Namjoon announced, holding a file titled 'The Seokjin Project'. "I have developed a counter-proposal. You stay, and I will personally ensure your dating life is successful. I will vet the candidates, manage the schedule, and debrief you afterward. We can allocate one evening a week. Tuesday."
Seokjin was already dressed in a smart casual outfit, holding a small bouquet. "I appreciate the... enthusiasm, Vice Chairman. But I have a date tonight."
Namjoon's smile froze. "Tonight? With whom? Is he an Alpha? A Beta? Does he have a suitable pedigree? Did you run a background check?"
"His name is Mr. Jung Hoseok. He's a dance choreographer, a very charming Beta," Seokjin said, enjoying the slight darkening of the Alpha's eyes. "And I ran my own check. He has an impeccable sense of humor."
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That evening, at a quiet French bistro, Seokjin was actually enjoying himself. Hoseok was bright, witty, and mercifully, didn't talk about quarterly reports.
"So, you've been working for the notorious Vice Chairman Kim for almost a decade?" Hoseok laughed, his Beta scent of bright citrus and sea salt a pleasant, light aroma.
"Nine years of servitude," Seokjin corrected, smiling.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over their table. The air pressure in the bistro seemed to drop.
"Secretary Kim," Namjoon's voice cut through the air, low and commanding.
He was dressed in an offensively expensive casual suit. His scent was now a dominant wave of sandalwood and sharp concern.
"Vice Chairman, what are you doing here?" Seokjin managed to keep his voice steady.
"A national emergency has occurred," Namjoon stated gravely. He looked at Hoseok with cool, Alpha dismissal. "I apologize, but this is a security issue. I require Secretary Kim's immediate consultation on the placement of a new ergonomic lumbar support pillow for my office chair."
Hoseok blinked. "A pillow? Sir, he's on a date."
"This is not just any pillow," Namjoon stressed, looking only at Seokjin.
"It's the limited edition, hypoallergenic, temperature-regulating pillow that prevents back pain. If I am in pain, the stock market suffers. Do you want the stock market to suffer, Secretary Kim?"
Seokjin knew this was an utterly ridiculous lie, but the subtle, underlying thread of genuine need in the Alpha's scent made him pause.
"Mr. Jung, I apologize," Seokjin said, gathering his things. "It appears the YM Group needs me."
Hoseok waved a hand, a little bewildered but amused.
"No worries. Call me when the stock market is stable."
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Back in the office, under the harsh overhead lights, Namjoon sat back in his chair, triumphantly resting his head on the aforementioned, non-existent lumbar pillow.
"So," he said, clearly pleased with himself. "Now that the pillow crisis is averted, we can discuss the resignation."
Seokjin threw his hands up, exasperated.
"Vice Chairman, I was having a lovely time! Why are you so opposed to my pursuit of happiness?"
Namjoon’s expression instantly turned serious, and the playful Alpha dominance vanished, replaced by a deep-seated vulnerability. His complex scent softened, revealing a gentle, underlying note of dried cedar.
"Because... I can't imagine this office without you," Namjoon admitted, his eyes holding Seokjin’s gaze.
"You know my schedule, my coffee, my habits, my thoughts before I even utter them. You have been the constant in my life for nine years. I rely on you."
He paused, then leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.
"And truth be told, Seokjin, your scent... it is the most calming thing in my over-pressured, Alpha-dominant life. It stabilizes me. The thought of losing that is... unbearable. I have grown accustomed to you."
Seokjin's breath hitched. He had spent years suppressing his Omega nature and scent, convinced the Alpha only saw him as a tool.
"I... Vice Chairman, are you suggesting—"
"I am suggesting," Namjoon cut in, rising and walking slowly around the desk until he was directly in front of Seokjin, his powerful Alpha aura surrounding him, but surprisingly gentle.
"That perhaps the reason I do not want you to date is not professional. It's... personal."
He reached out, tentatively, and took Seokjin's hand, his thumb tracing a smooth line over Seokjin's knuckles.
"My dear Secretary Kim," Namjoon murmured, finally realizing the depth of his own emotion.
"What's wrong with Secretary Kim is that he wants to resign and find a partner... when the ideal partner has been standing right here, completely oblivious, for nine years."
Seokjin's heart pounded.
He let his own Omega scent bloom slightly, the lilac and rain mixing with the rich sandalwood, creating a harmonious, intoxicating blend.
"You are such a beautifully dense Alpha, Vice Chairman," Seokjin whispered, squeezing his hand. "You nearly made me quit."
"I won't let you," Namjoon said, pulling him gently closer. "Resignation retracted. Effective immediately. But the terms of the contract have changed."
"Oh?" Seokjin raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. You are still my secretary. But starting now, you are also mine."
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Epilogue: Three Months Later
Alpha Min Yoongi, Namjoon’s sharp and pragmatic Chief of Staff (scent: dark espresso and old paper), watched the ridiculous spectacle unfolding in the Vice Chairman's office with his usual stoicism.
"They are going to miss that meeting," Yoongi sighed, looking at Mr. Jung Hoseok, the Beta choreographer, who was now a regular fixture at the YM Group and a close friend of Seokjin's.
"Don't worry, Hyung," Hoseok replied, cheerfully sipping a large iced coffee. "Secretary Kim has that meeting already scheduled into Vice Chairman Kim’s brainwaves. He'll be on time."
Through the glass wall, Namjoon was attempting, quite poorly, to feed Seokjin a small piece of cake with a tiny, silver fork, a silver band twinning on both their hands.
Seokjin was simultaneously reading a report and rolling his eyes. Namjoon's scent of happiness was almost overwhelming.
Yoongi shook his head. "They're still calling each other 'Vice Chairman' and 'Secretary Kim' outside of the bedroom, you know."
"It's their dynamic," Hoseok shrugged. "Kim Namjoon only knows how to court through contractual obligation, and Kim Seokjin only knows how to accept through efficient management."
Suddenly, the door to the Chief of Staff's outer office burst open.
Taehyung and Jungkook tumbled in, scents of pine and musk surging with competitive energy.
"Yoongi Hyung, settle this!" Taehyung demanded. "Jungkook says I cheated on the racing game! I said, 'It's only cheating if I get caught!'"
"The evidence is clear," Jungkook insisted, grabbing his Alpha partner's hand and pulling him close, effortlessly diffusing the tension with a possessive hug and a quick scent-mark. "You lagged the connection!"
"Did not!"
Yoongi just sighed, pulling out his tablet. "Both of you, sit. I have a new acquisition report I need summarized—"
"Five minutes," Seokjin’s voice cut in calmly from inside the Vice Chairman’s office. He walked out, completely composed, adjusting his jacket.
"Yoongi-ssi, the Vice Chairman is now fully briefed and ready for the 3:00 PM meeting. He also requires his younger siblings and their loud behavior to be removed before 2:50 PM."
He winked at Taehyung and Jimin.
"And no fighting. The Vice Chairman needs to stay calm."
Namjoon emerged, looking utterly smitten and entirely professional, his Alpha scent now perfectly balanced. He walked straight to Seokjin and adjusted the tie that Seokjin had already adjusted perfectly.
"Secretary Kim," Namjoon said, his voice deep with sincerity. "The resignation is still retracted, correct?"
Seokjin smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that could melt the most cynical Alpha heart.
"Vice Chairman," Seokjin replied, his Omega scent a sweet reassurance. "For you, I suppose I can manage a lifetime of servitude. Now, let’s go to the meeting."
And with the perfect Secretary guiding his perfect Alpha, they walked out, leaving the delightful chaos of their friends and family behind them, right where they belonged.