3rd POV:
Omega Hoseok was a picture of diligence, his round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he tapped away at the keyboard with a gentle rhythm that spoke of years of practice. His desk was a bastion of order amidst the chaotic office, with files neatly stacked and pens lined up like soldiers at attention. His eyes never strayed from the computer screen, absorbing and processing information with the efficiency of a machine. His delicate hands danced over the paperwork, leaving no margin for error, every signature perfectly placed, every date meticulously recorded.
Yoongi, the stoic Alpha in charge, often marveled at Hoseok's unflagging dedication. Despite his high-stress role, Yoongi never had to raise his voice or issue a second reminder when Hoseok was on the job. The Omega's soft-spoken demeanor and unassuming nature belied the sharp mind and unyielding work ethic that propelled him through the most daunting of tasks. His glasses would occasionally slip down his nose, revealing a pair of eyes that mirrored the calm surface of a lake at dawn—serene yet brimming with an unseen depth of intelligence and capability.
Omega Hoseok is a dedicated secretary under Alpha Yoongi, known for his impeccable work and orderly desk. Despite his calm and unassuming exterior, Hoseok's sharp intellect and efficient work ethic are highly valued by Yoongi, who appreciates Hoseok's consistent performance and meticulous attention to detail.
But there was something else about Hoseok that was hard to ignore—his scent. It wafted through the air, a sweet blend of vanilla and bergamot that seemed to wrap around Yoongi like a warm embrace. It was intoxicating, a siren's call that made the Alpha's heart race and his eyes glaze over with desire. It was as if the very essence of the Omega was designed to sway him, to make him forget the boundaries of their professional relationship and give in to his baser instincts. Yoongi would often find himself leaning closer, his nostrils flaring as he tried to catch a deeper whiff of that alluring aroma.
Yet, he remained steadfast in his resolve to maintain professionalism. Each time the scent grew too strong, he would mentally count to ten, reminding himself of the respect he had for Hoseok and the importance of their work. They had a project to complete, deadlines to meet, and a company to run. His frenzy was a silent battle, a private dance between his instincts and his self-control. He knew that acting on his desires would not only be unprofessional but could also potentially ruin the harmony of their office dynamics.
Hoseok's alluring scent of vanilla and bergamot often distracts Yoongi, stirring his alpha instincts. Despite the temptation, Yoongi strives to maintain professionalism, recognizing the importance of their work and the need to preserve their office harmony.
As the days rolled into weeks, Yoongi noticed that Hoseok's scent was becoming more potent. It was subtle at first, a hint of something extra, but soon it grew to be almost overpowering. His Omega's pheromones were on the rise, a sign that his heat was approaching. Yoongi's grip on the chair arms tightened as he watched the telltale signs manifest—Hoseok's cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink, his movements growing more graceful and fluid. The way his hips swayed when he walked away from the office had a mesmerizing quality to it, as if the Omega was unknowingly taunting the beast within him.
The Alpha knew he had to tread carefully. Heat was a sensitive time for Omegas, and the last thing he wanted was to make Hoseok feel uncomfortable or pressured. Yet, the temptation was stronger than ever. Each time the Omega's scent filled the room, it was like a physical tug at his soul, urging him to claim what was rightfully his. He found himself daydreaming about the feel of Hoseok's soft skin under his calloused hands, the sweet sound of his whimpers, and the warmth of their bond. Yoongi clenched his fists, fighting the urge to follow him, to provide the comfort and care that was his instinctual duty during this vulnerable period.