Chapter 2: First Gaze, First War

Jeon Jungkook leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, staring at the figure across from him like he was deciphering an enigma.

V didn’t flinch under the scrutiny. He looked entirely at ease, as if he weren’t seated in the most powerful CEO’s office in Seoul, as if he hadn’t just challenged the unchallengeable.

But Jungkook was no fool.

He didn’t survive the ruthless business world—and the darker undercurrents beneath it—by being easily impressed. He saw behind masks. But this one... this one intrigued him.

No dossier. No scent. No history. And yet—he seemed to fit into the seat of power like it had been sculpted for him.

“What’s your real name?” Jungkook asked after a moment.

V smirked, his eyes glinting beneath the mask. “You can call me V.”

“That’s not a name.”

“It is if I say it is.”

“And your scent?”

V tilted his head. “You’re obsessed with scent. Is it how you validate worth?”

“No,” Jungkook replied coolly. “It’s how I find weaknesses.”

That earned a soft laugh from V. “Then I’m your worst nightmare. I don’t have any.”

Jungkook stood, walking slowly around his desk. He moved like a shadow, soundless, predatory. “Everyone has weaknesses. Even enigmas.”

“Even CEOs,” V said pointedly.

They stood now, barely two feet apart. And it hit them again—that pulse. That invisible pull between them, thick with tension, impossible to ignore.

Alpha. Omega. But reversed. Skewed. Wrong.

Or perhaps… perfectly right.

Jungkook’s voice dropped to a murmur. “Why are you really here?”

V didn’t blink. “Revenge.”

It was a word that slammed into the air like thunder. Cold. Sharp. Ancient.

Jungkook stilled. “Whose?”

“Mine.”

Silence.

Then Jungkook turned slightly, picked up the file V had brought, and flipped it open. Page after page—diagrams, breakdowns, threat maps. The strategies were brilliant. Surgical. Ruthless.

“You’ve done your homework.”

“I always do,” V replied.

“You’re not just targeting Orbis Tech,” Jungkook noted.

“No. I’m targeting the ones who sold me.”

That caught Jungkook off guard.

He looked up. “You were trafficked?”

“I was betrayed.”

A pause. Something unsaid hung in the air.

Then V chuckled bitterly. “You think because I’m an omega, I must’ve been someone’s property, don’t you?”

“I think everyone is someone’s property in this city,” Jungkook answered truthfully. “Even me.”

For a flicker of a second, V’s eyes softened.

Then—“Not me,” he said, voice firm.

Jungkook leaned back against the desk, file still in hand. “You want a seat at my table. Why?”

“Because you’re the only one who won’t try to collar me.”

“And if I try?”

“Then I’ll remind you I bite.”

Jungkook’s lips curled into something close to a grin. “You’ve got spirit.”

“I’ve got vengeance,” V corrected.

Later, in the penthouse lounge of Eros Corp, Jungkook stared out at the skyline while sipping his second drink.

He couldn’t get the masked omega out of his head.

Something about him... felt familiar. Not just his voice or his eyes—though even those tugged at threads Jungkook didn’t know he had. But deeper.

Like déjà vu laced with dread.

“Sir,” his assistant whispered behind him. “Your brother’s company has made a counteroffer. They know you’re about to strike Orbis.”

Jungkook didn’t turn. “Let them.”

“Also, the security logs—V has no scent on file. Not blocked. Not erased. Just... none. It’s like he was never registered in the Omega Registry.”

Jungkook’s glass paused mid-air.

“Find out why,” he said quietly. “And where he came from.”

Meanwhile – V’s Apartment

The mask clinked against the countertop as V removed it carefully, revealing sharp, feline eyes and a soft, haunted beauty underneath.

Kim Taehyung.

A name buried. A past erased.

He stood in front of the mirror, touching the scar behind his ear where the scent gland had once pulsed with omega signals. Gone now. Surgically altered. He was scentless. Hidden. Free.

Almost.

Jungkook’s face flashed in his mind—those piercing eyes, the power humming just beneath his skin, the way he hadn’t flinched when V said revenge.

Taehyung knew Jungkook wasn’t clean. But he needed him.

He needed power to destroy those who had destroyed him.

And Jungkook… might just be the perfect weapon. Or the deadliest distraction.

Flashback – Ten Years Ago

Taehyung was fifteen. Fragile. Beautiful. Unmarked.

He’d been promised to the highest bidder—sold as a luxury omega to a high-ranking politician under the guise of “protective placement.”

He had fought. Screamed. Run.

But no one listened. Omegas were to be tamed. To be claimed.

Until the fire.

Until the night he disappeared.

Until he found him.

Taehyung remembered the hands that carried him. The voice that whispered, “Live.” The man who helped him escape the burning mansion and never gave his name.

But he remembered the eyes.

Dark. Infinite. Sad.

And now—years later—he had looked into those eyes again.

Jungkook.

Back in the present, V looked out of his window, mask resting beside him. The city stretched out beneath his apartment—too wide, too cruel.

He had risen from the ashes.

But if Jungkook remembered him, everything could fall apart.

He touched the scar again and whispered to the night, “Don’t remember me yet, Jungkook. Not until I’m ready.”

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