Chapter 3: The Encounter

The sound of rain tapping against the windows echoed through the vast, dimly lit office. Kim Taehyung sat behind his massive oak desk, fingers drumming lightly against the polished surface. His sharp eyes scanned the reports in front of him, yet his mind was elsewhere. The air felt heavier than usual, an unfamiliar presence lingering around him. His insomnia had worsened over the past few weeks, and those damn dreams—fragments of a life he didn't recognize—were becoming more vivid.

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose. Perhaps he needed a break. Rubbing his temples, he glanced at his watch. 10:45 PM. A meeting with a potential recruit had been scheduled at 11:00 PM—an unusual time, but he didn't question it. His underlings knew better than to waste his time.

His door creaked open, and a man stepped in. "Boss, the new applicant is here."

Taehyung barely lifted his gaze. "Send them in."

The man hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Understood."

The door opened again, and in walked Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung's eyes flickered upward, his brows furrowing slightly. Something about the man standing before him unsettled him, though he couldn't pinpoint why. He was tall, well-built, and carried himself with an air of confidence that most people lacked in his presence. His black dress shirt clung to his toned form, and those dark eyes held a strange familiarity that sent an unexplainable chill down Taehyung's spine.

Jungkook's lips curled into a polite smile as he stepped forward. "Jeon Jungkook. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung didn't offer his hand. He simply studied the man, his instincts screaming at him that something was off. "Your resume is impressive," he said, voice cold. "But I don't trust words on paper. Why do you want to work here?"

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, an almost playful glint in his eyes. "Because I want to learn from the best."

Taehyung let out a quiet scoff. "Flattery won't get you far."

Jungkook smirked. "I didn't think you were the type to be flattered, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung's eyes darkened. There was something irritatingly familiar about Jungkook's presence—the way he spoke, the way he looked at him as if he knew him. But that was impossible. Taehyung would remember someone like this.

"You'll start tomorrow," he said curtly, dismissing Jungkook with a wave of his hand. "Don't disappoint me."

Jungkook bowed slightly, but the smirk never left his lips. "I won't."

As Jungkook walked out, Taehyung exhaled, rubbing his temple again. His head was beginning to ache, and the feeling of déjà vu was suffocating.

Little did he know, his past had just walked right into his life again, and Jungkook wasn't planning on letting him go this time.

Meanwhile, far from the city's glaring lights, Min Yoongi observed from the shadows. A lone alpha wolf with no pack, he had been hiding among humans for years, watching and waiting. The moment he saw Jungkook, he knew—his true identity couldn't be hidden from him. And soon, he would have to make a choice.