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The annual Zenith business gala was known for three things: money, power, and bloodless wars hidden behind expensive smiles. The grand ballroom glittered beneath crystal chandeliers while the most influential families in Seoul gathered in designer suits and silk gowns. Alphas dominated the room with overwhelming pheromones, powerful omegas stood beside them with practical elegance and Betas moved carefully between everyone like shadows. At the center of it all stood the Jeon family. Jeon Jungkook adjusted the cuffs of his black suit, his sharp gaze fixed on the entrance of the ballroom.

The answer was obvious. Across the ballroom, investors whispered nervously among themselves as the atmosphere slowly shifted. Then the doors opened. Silence spread almost instantly. Kim Taehyung stepped inside wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, one hand tucked casually into his pocket. His expression was calm, unreadable, beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. Beside him walked Park Yoona carrying a folder while scanning the room sharply. Behind Taehyung followed his parents. Kim Namjoon carried the natural dominance of an Alpha leader effortlessly, while Kim Seokjin smiled gracefully at nearby executives who immediately bowed their heads respectfully. The Kim family had arrived. And suddenly the ballroom felt smaller.

But before Sunwoo could answer— It happened. A scent. Dark amber. Burning Cedar wood. Smoke after rain. Jungkook froze. His Alpha instincts snapped violently awake beneath his skin. His pulse quickened. Something primal clawed inside his chest. Not Omega. Not Alpha. Something else. Something stronger. His eyes locked onto Taehyung instantly. At the exact same moment— Taehyung stopped walking. For the first time all evening, the Enigma's composed expression faltered slightly. His sharp eyes slowly lifted across the ballroom until they landed directly on Jungkook. The air between them became suffocating. Several nearby Alphas shifted uncomfortably from the pressure of Taehyung's pheromones, but Jungkook didn't move. Couldn't move. The strange pull between them tightened like a chain. Then Taehyung smiled faintly. A challenge. Jungkook's instincts roared.

Even from across the room, Jungkook heard it clearly.

This was bad. Very bad. Because for the first time in his life— Another person's scent was affecting him. And worst of all— It belonged to his enemy.

Music slowly returned to the ballroom, but the tension never truly disappeared. People continued talking, laughing, drinking expensive champagne— yet nearly everyone kept glancing at toward the two heirs standing on opposite sides of the room. Because neither of them had looked away again. Jimin approached Jungkook first, elegant in silver silk, his sharp eyes narrowing immediately.

Jimin followed his son's gaze across the ballroom and instantly understood the problem

Near the entrance, Kim Seokjin had realized the exact same thing. Taehyung's fingers tightened subtly around the champagne glass in his hand while executives nearby shifted uncomfortably. An Enigma losing emotional control was not something anyone wanted to witness. Especially not in public.

But Taehyung's eyes never left Jungkook. The Alpha looked infuriatingly confident standing beneath the golden ballroom lights, broad shoulders relaxed, dark eyes sharp with challenge. Strong. Dangerously strong. Most Alphas instinctively submitted beneath Enigma pressure. Jungkook didn't. Instead, his pheromones pushes back. The clash spread invisibly through the room like fire meeting gasoline. Several lower-ranking Alphas quietly stepped farther away. One Omega nearly dropped their wine glass. And somewhere near the back, reporter had already started whispering.

Taehyung finally moved. One step. Then another. The crowd instinctively parted for him. Jungkook watched him approach, pulse growing heavier with each step. Everything about Kim Taehyung irritated him. The confidence. The beauty. The calm expression hiding something monstrous underneath. Yet his Alpha instincts were becoming obsessed already. When Taehyung finally stopped in front of him, the ballroom seemed to hold its breath. Up close the scent was worse. No— Better. Dangerously addictive. Dark amber and smoke wrapped around Jungkook's senses until thinking became difficult.

Their pheromones surged again. A nearby champagne tower rattled slightly. Sunwoo looked ready to faint. Yoona looked ready to start filing resignation papers.

The suddenly—

Min Yoongi approached beside Kim Namjoon, both powerful Alphas carrying years of rivalry in their eyes. The temperature in the ballroom seemed to drop instantly.

Yoongi glanced between Jungkook and Taehyung with immediate suspicion. Namjoon looked even less pleased. And for one brief moment— the older generation realized something horrifying. Their sons were compatible.

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