내꺼하자

Figuring out the identity of the alpha from the subway proves a little too easy for Jungkook. He mulls over the information his hyung dug up for him (how the hell does Jin do it?) as he makes his way to the elevator inside the high rise building. JC Empire has done well over the years, operating successfully at a large scale and yet still fairly unseen in the public eye. The establishment of the company headquarters in Seoul brought with it the JC pack, a group of female wolves opposed to the dominant tendencies of males and formed under the leadership of an alpha female. According to Jin, Park Haerang, the current CEO and head alpha, is to be succeed by her daughter, the same alpha he fell onto less than a week prior. So now he’s on his way to an office at the end of the hall, just past the conference room and he’s nowhere mentally prepared for this. He readjusts his fitted suit and double checks to confirm that his coiffed hair is still perfectly placed. Act natural. Try not to look like an idiot. Breathe. Breathe! Jeon Jungkook doesn’t get cold feet, dammit. His own advice does little to calm the nervousness that’s flaring up in his body, or keep his hands from turning clammy, or relax his irregularly beating heart, so he pushes forward and ignores the tightening in his gut. In front of him is a receptionist’s desk placed just outside of an office with a placard that reads PRESIDENT. The woman at the computer stands up in greeting and ushers him towards the sealed door.

“President Park is expecting you, Mr. Jeon. If you wouldn’t mind waiting for a minute, she’ll be right in to speak with you.” The office he’s ushered into is, in one word, clinical. The few possessions that lie on the face of the desk tell almost nothing about the owner. But then again, Jungkook watches Criminal Minds. The stapler, tape dispenser, and other supplies equally spaced and set at perfect angles imply Perfectionist; the endless pads of sticky notes covered in hurried scrawl reek Forgetful; and the absence of family photos or personal touches screams Private. Aside from this there’s really not much to look at, so Jungkook makes a lap around the room, observing the various awards on the walls and skimming the book titles on the large shelf in the corner of the office. Over half of them are in English and other languages confirming his initial impressions - Foreign, Intelligent. He moves to pick up an excessively thick volume when the door pushes silently open. Unaware and with the book in hand, he trails back to the desk, sits in the plush chair behind it, and kicks his feet on top of the mahogany surface. I would seriously be the hottest CEO ever. He’s flipping through pages written in a language he doesn’t understand when a voice speaks up from across the office.

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Jeon?” Under normal circumstances, the sudden voice wouldn’t have drawn more than a flinch, but it’s the strangely familiar and sharp tone that has him flailing out of the chair and rushing to straighten his suit jacket. His body betrays him further, allowing a faint blush to paint his face. , , ! so he tries to reconcile the situation by rolling his shoulders and straightening up to show off his height. Get it together. After a few mental slaps, Jungkook is able to gain control over his facial features, masking his nervousness as he walks around the desk and towards the door that’s now swinging closed. Breathe.

Your day typically begins with a runthrough of scheduled appointments and meetings, your secretary reciting an analysis of the investor’s background, liquid assets and default rate among a million other facts and figures. The information is usually pointlessly detailed, the only real factor being how much money the client is offering, so you pay more attention to the warm mug as you pull it from the microwave. The shuffling of folders and a picture attached to the profile of a new potential investor catches your attention. “Wait, wait, wait. What was the name of that last one?” You set down the cup of tea in favor of the portfolio, quickly flipping through it and stopping on the page with an inch-by-inch picture in the corner.

“That would be Jeon Jungkook,” she nods. “He was a last minute book, but we managed to squeeze him in at the end of the day; he said he just has a few questions about investing in some land through JC.” She pauses to shuffle through the pages, “He’s representing the Mountain Region pack on behalf of his father Jeon Hankook, so CEO Park has advised that you insure this deal goes well. Partnering with them would mean a large scale expansion that could progressively elevate-”

Whatever else she babbles on about is lost in the wind as your mind races to piece together the new information. So this is the guy from the bus… Flipping through the few pages provides more basic information (damn, he’s so young) but it’s not enough to curb your curiosity. Since the incident a few days prior, the memory of him falling in front of you hadn’t failed to resurface; there was just something him that made it hard to shake. Unlike with any wolf you had ever met, and you deal often with head alphas and pack leaders, there was a moment when your inner wolf tremored in the face of a strong male, a moment when your body wanted to submit. The thought has shivers running down your spine because thinking like this is dangerous. Simply put: when two wolves mate, one must take the dominant role and one the submissive role. Between pairs of different ranks (alpha/beta, alpha/omega, beta/omega), the role is clear; however, when the two mates are of the same rank, one must submit to the other to show that they accept their place below them. With betas and omegas, choosing to submit has no real side effect, but if an alpha chooses to do so, the consequences are drastic. Relinquishing an alpha status is seen as disgraceful and weak, and the act is shamed. A wolf who does so is punished - all are demoted to an omega and thrown out of the pack to fend for themselves; some are beaten and even killed. What’s more, as the president of JC Empire, submitting would also mean forfeiting your right to the company and the head alpha position, a consequence you’re not willing to face for the sake of love.

“This one,” you pause to flip the folder closed and throw it on the table, “Cancel on this one.”

“Ah! B-but CEO Park said that this client is extremely important. She’s the one who approved the last minute addition to your schedule.”

Shaking your head, you step away, “No. If the Mountain Region wants to make a deal, I’ll meet with Hankook himself. I didn't sign up to play games with his twelve-year-old kid.”

“President Park,” and she sounds affronted, “This offer means a partnership between two of the strongest wolf packs on this half of the continent, a partnership that could very well solidify your position as CEO of JC.” She picks the folder up and reopens it. “I hope you know I’ll have to ask you to reconsider.”

And the mere thought of meeting him makes your stomach churn with anticipation uneasiness, but you nod in agreement nonetheless.

Your schedule drags on, the clock hands moving too slowly for someone in a hurry to get the hell out of a suffocatingly large office. With ten minutes until the appointment you’ve been dreading, you slide out of the office to sit in the adjoining conference room. Breathe. This is no different than all of the other times you met with pack representatives (yeah it is; this one’s cute). You shake your head in annoyance. No. Jeon Jungkook is just another investor. And you like the way his name sounds a little too much for him to be “just another investor.” Okay, what the . You’ve literally said three words to this guy and just learned his name this morning and yet somehow you can’t seem to stop thinking about him?!  It’s ridiculous and you know it, but it’s still true. Get out of my head. The face dipping to look in the window nearly gives you a heart attack, and sends you ducking below the table. From there you watch as Jungkook pauses briefly to check his hair in the reflection and continues on to the receptionist’s desk. Speak of the devil. The same edginess that had you hiding beneath a table compels you forward, your body bent over as you silently creep after the other.

“P-president Park?” And presidents of multimillion dollar companies don’t creep, so you shoot back up into the standing position and smooth down your dress. The older woman falters for a second but quickly continues as if she didn’t just catch her boss prowling after a client, “M-mr. Jeon is waiting for you i-inside.” At this she awkwardly skitters down and around the hallway, leaving the desk unmanned. Well, me. With no pride left to salvage, you creep closer to the door and push it open cautiously, revealing Jungkook who’s staring blankly at the bookshelf. He walks the perimeter of the room and eventually settles in the chair behind your desk. You can’t help but think that he’d be a hot CEO. No, dammit. You have business to do. Get it together. You clear your throat and step into the office.          

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Jeon?” He flies to his feet and you pat yourself on the back for making him jump. His distress only lasts for a moment and then he’s slinking around the desk practically drowning you with his gaze and suddenly not cancelling that morning seems like a really poor judgment call. His scent is overbearing, the sweet fragrance of a powerful alpha choking off the oxygen and making you dizzy. The feeling is unwelcome and you struggle to reign it in, but How can anyone smell so… delicious. In a second he’s in front of you invading your personal space, so you start to step back even though your legs are itching to move forwards when Stop. You can’t show weakness. Dealing with alpha males is about showing that you won’t back down, years of working in this industry taught you that much, so you focus on controlling your breathing so you can remain rooted to the spot without dying of asphyxiation. “If this is about the other day on the subway, we have nothing to talk about.”

He smirks at your words, catching whiffs of suppressed arousal. He takes a step so that you’re standing toe to toe, “Okay,” he drawls, “then let’s talk business, eh?” A warm weight settles on your neck in the space just under the ear and you force down the urge to move closer, goosebumps making their way down your spine. If he won’t budge then neither will you. “Say I have a piece of property that I’m interested in” he continues, “but there’s a chance that it’ll be a poor investment because the soil is currently too dry to farm.” He drags his hand down your neck to the soft bend of your shoulder, touch tantalizingly light, “But you see, this land is exactly what I've been looking for - perfect location, reasonable price, high potential - so I buy it nonetheless. And it turns out that that field yields the best crop out of all the others I own, paying for itself seven fold in a single season.” His grip tightens around your arm and his eyes move up to meet yours, “What I want to know is this: was I, in your professional and knowledgeable opinion, President Park, foolish to invest money in a seemingly barren plot, or” his fingers walk back up to your ear, “was following my gut worth the risk?”

A disbelieving laugh slips past your lips This kid. Something about the way he refers to you as a real estate irritates you beyond belief (screw typical alpha males) but you continue on with his twisted metaphor. “So you’re saying that you bought land not knowing if it was full of dry soil?” You click your tongue and tilt your head in feigned ignorance, “If I was you,” you pause, tone rapidly turning cold, “I would have burned it to the ground.” You catch him off guard by suddenly pushing him towards the wall, so he stumbles back and falls harshly into it. “And just to make this perfectly clear,” you surge forwards to secure him there with a hand on his chest, “I am not for sale.”

Jungkook hates that the statement has him gulping down saliva because he’s supposed to be the one driving this conversation, dammit. The confident mask is easy to paint back on though, so he stands up straighter against the wall where he’s cowering standing. “I’m not looking to buy anything, (Y/N)-ya,” the name rolls easily off his lips, “I’m just claiming what’s mine.” His eyes bore into your face and he’s leaning dangerously close, individual eyelashes coming into focus, when he’s suddenly rammed back into the plaster as the hand on his chest shoves at him again. Mid-push, he latches onto a bony wrist and uses the momentum to twirl around, reversing positions so that he’s no longer the one being sandwiched.

“Let me go,” you seeth, eyes angry but heart stuttering, stuttering because your lungs have long since failed and now your brain is one prod from exploding. He remains pressed tightly against the wall for a moment, following the way your brown creases and lips drawn tight before he’s slowly inching back. He walks over to the desk where he slides over a neon pink pad to scrawl nine digits across it. He throws it back as he makes his way out, noting that you’re still standing against the wall where he left you.

“Nice talk,” his voice is pompous. He thinks he won. “And I meant what I said, (Y/N)-ya,” and he’s already out the room and down the hall before his words register in your mind. “I take what I want.”

A/N

One thing I want to note about this chapter is that Jungkook being nervous and slightly unconfident is a big deal - he’s an alpha male soon to succeed a powerful pack, so feeling inferior to anyone (except maybe to his father) is a first. It’s also the thing about you that he finds interesting/strange/mesmerizing/annoying etc. - the fact that you have the power to jack up his alpha wolf groove is confusing. The same goes for you (even if you’re in denial as of now); you’re being tempted by an alpha male for the first time ever and a part of you is curious about the man who can shake you up so badly.

Also, and totally unrelated but actually related: it’s always awkward for me to switch between third and second person which is why I basically rely on breaks to indicate the change. Everything I learned is school says that writing in 2nd person is basically the plague, so I’m trying to work on doing so in the smoothest way possible. I’m trying, really. Sound good? You gucci? I’m trash gucci. See you next Sunday!