Chapter 33: Suspicious of him

As Jungkook stepped out of the office, Jimin turned to his hyungs, his brows furrowed with curiosity. Jin, ever nonchalant, simply shrugged, offering no real insight.

“There’s no way Jungkook didn’t notice that omega was eavesdropping,” Jimin said, his tone a mix of disbelief and irritation.

“Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t,” Jin replied casually, leaning back in his chair as if the matter was of no real consequence.

Jimin scoffed, folding his arms. “That omega’s scent was so strong, it practically seeped through the walls. Even we could smell it in here.”

“Whether Jungkook noticed or not, do you really think he’s stupid enough to misstep?” Yoongi interjected, his voice calm but laced with a hint of amusement. A sly smirk played on his lips. “Besides, what could that omega even do, knowing the truth?”

“Exactly,” Namjoon agreed, his deep voice carrying a tone of reassurance. “Jungkook is a manipulative bastard, Jimin. Everything he does is calculated. There’s no way he’d let something as trivial as an omega’s curiosity derail his plans.”

“Right,” Hoseok added with a nod. “He’s probably already got a strategy in place to make sure that omega doesn’t slip away. He’s not the type to leave loose ends.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “They’re not even in a relationship, though.”

“That’s not how Jungkook sees it,” Jin said with a chuckle. “Have you seen the way he looks at him? The guy’s obsessed.”

Jimin sighed, shaking his head. “Obsession or not, Jungkook better handle this carefully. If the omega finds out too much, it could complicate things. Especially since the other side is determined to expose him.”

Jin’s smirk widened. “Complications or not, Jungkook isn’t reckless. He doesn’t kill someone without a plan for what comes next. In this world, money talks, and Jungkook has plenty of it. He’ll find a way to make this work.”

“If you say so,” Jimin muttered, clearly unconvinced.

Namjoon shifted the conversation. “Enough about Jungkook. We have our own problems to deal with. My plate’s already full, and I need to clear some of it before it overflows.”

“Agreed,” Yoongi said, standing and brushing invisible dust from his coat. “I’ve got business overseas that needs my attention.” He glanced at Jimin. “Let’s go.”

“Where are you two off to?” Hoseok asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yoongi flashed him a teasing grin. “It’s a secret,” he replied smoothly, before grabbing Jimin’s arm and leading him toward the door.

Jimin followed without protest, his expression indifferent as if he had long grown accustomed to Yoongi’s antics. Hoseok watched them leave, shaking his head with a bemused smile.

Taehyung let out a shaky breath, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the couch as he sat up. He had been holding his breath ever since Jungkook had walked out of the guest office earlier. His mind raced with thoughts—Did he notice? Did he suspect something?—but the quiet hum of the office offered no answers. Feeling restless, he decided to leave before his anxiety consumed him.

As he approached the door, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the knob. Just as he was about to grasp it, the knob twisted from the other side. His heart jumped in his chest, and he instinctively flinched as the door opened.

Standing before him was Jungkook, his sharp eyes fixed on Taehyung with a mixture of curiosity and something else Taehyung couldn’t quite place.

“Taehyung-ssi,” Jungkook said smoothly, his tone polite yet piercing. “How are you? Where are you headed?”

Taehyung’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. It was as if his voice had been stolen. He felt his throat tighten under Jungkook’s steady gaze, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them.

Jungkook’s brow furrowed slightly, his concern almost convincing. “Are you okay?”

That finally jolted Taehyung into action. “I-I’m fine,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s expression softened slightly, though his gaze remained unreadable. “Good. It’s lunchtime now. Why don’t we eat together?”

Taehyung blinked, startled. He glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing with surprise that it was indeed well past noon. “Oh, um…” He fumbled for an excuse, feeling the weight of Jungkook’s gaze. “I-I should get back to work. I’ve rested enough.”

“You shouldn’t push yourself,” Jungkook countered smoothly. “At least have something to eat first. You’ll work better with a full stomach.”

Taehyung’s mouth opened to protest, but the words stumbled out in broken fragments. “I-I… uh… it’s really fine, I—”

Jungkook stepped closer, his movements slow but deliberate, and Taehyung couldn’t stop himself from flinching. That single movement made Jungkook pause, his eyes narrowing slightly as if piecing something together.

“Why are you acting so awkwardly?” Jungkook asked, his tone low, laced with a hint of suspicion.

Taehyung’s heart raced, his palms growing clammy. He averted his gaze, unable to meet Jungkook’s piercing stare. The silence between them was heavy, almost suffocating, and Taehyung felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

When he finally dared to glance at Jungkook, his breath caught. There was something in those familiar eyes—something dark and unreadable—that sent a shiver down his spine.

Just as he was about to stammer out another excuse, a knock at the door broke the tense silence. Both men turned as the door opened to reveal Taeui, one of Taehyung’s colleagues.

“Excuse me,” Taeui said, glancing between them. “Taehyung-ssi, I need your help with some paperwork.”

Relief flooded Taehyung’s chest, and he seized the opportunity like a lifeline. “Of course,” he said quickly, forcing a smile as he stepped past Jungkook. “I’ll be right there.”

As he walked away with Taeui, he couldn’t shake the feeling of Jungkook’s eyes boring into his back. Just before the door closed, he heard Jungkook grumble something under his breath, too low for him to make out. Whatever it was, it sent a chill through him, and he couldn’t help but quicken his pace.