Fate or Mistake?

1.

She couldn't remember the last time she left the apartment. Some would call her lazy, her manager calls her depressed and well her father just thinks she's avoiding him. All of which she would consider true if she wanted to self-reflect but she didn't.

A month. It's been a whole month since she last put out an album and did a concert. A year since she did a tour. She wasn't easily forgotten by her fans though, they begged for her to do collab's on social media if she wasn't planning to put a song out. It just seemed too...dull now.

She's not being inconsiderate of the incredible life she has, and the opportunities this company has given her but when you loose the motivation to feel happy, nothing's worth it. Just as she was about to indulge in what looked like her third tub of ice cream, a knock was heard on the other side of her front door.

"[your name]'s not here right now, but feel free to leave a message after the beep." The sound of a stressed and anxious person could be heard in the hallway. She wanted to laugh at herself but realised that they were foolishly waiting for 'the beep'. What is she a phone?

"Ms. [your name], You have a meeting scheduled for 10 am, I have been instructed to drive you there in ten minutes. Please come out when your ready." she waited till the footsteps became softer as the driver walked down the hallway.

She only decided to get dressed that morning because not one of her manager's or staff had informed her of a meeting. If they hadn't then it must be important. Sluggishly getting ready but at a hasty pace was her specialty. Although she did feel a bit uncomfortable leaving her nest in a mess, staring over into the lounge area she noticed her family's clothing falling off the sides. She would've cleaned the nest right up but her omega was practically whining about putting the scent patches on. She needed it, even if it harmed her omega.

"May i ask what the meeting is about?" The driver tensed at the sudden question, but shook his head slowly not wanting to give her any sign of disrespect. She leant back against the seat and moved her hand up to her neck, her sweat glands had already soaked. That's probably why the driver didn't speak to her, she must be stinking up the car with her sour scent.

"I apologise for the scent, my being a prime omega doesn't always make things bearable." She bowed respectfully and left into the building of JYP entertainment. She didn't live on sight since she only lived a few minutes away. The trip was worth the privacy.

She hurried through using her card with access to the building to get in past security. She practically ran to tue empty elevator and huffed out in relief. Finally, she could change her scent patches. Before doing so she clicked the button for the 10th floor, used specifically for meetings, and started to put the fresh patches on. Having finished she felt her scent sweeten, well that was until the elevator doors opened again.

The smell was horrific, so strong and heady. The smell of overpowering woody musk with a small hint of a sweet undertone, was definitely that of an alpha. She hadn't smelt an alpha up close in a while, especially one of his caliber. He held himself well and had defined muscles, which wasn't very popular in the industry. He had a thin tank-top and shorts on, probably coming back from dance practice she thought.

"Sorry but do i know you?" He spoke up, his voice was so relaxing yet it had a sultry undertone. She didn't dare to move her mask down and decided to shake her head to respond to him.

"We don't." She spoke quickly showing she wanted to end the conversation as fast as possible. He made a mental note that this stranger didn't want to engage in his small talk. But they were heading to the same floor, how could he not talk to her.

"It's just your scent feels familiar." He mumbled looking over at her and giving her a genuine smile, but he became tense when he noticed her cold eyes.