The Coffee That Spilled
KTH Corp, 12th Floor Conference Room
The long glass table gleamed under white lights. Executives sat in crisp suits, eyes occasionally darting to the man at the head — Kim Taehyung. Silent. Controlled. Commanding without a word.
Off to the side, Jeon Jungkook sat tucked in a corner seat. Coffee steaming beside his laptop, notes open. He typed fast, heart faster.
Jeon Jungkook(Beta)
*Keep up, Breathe, Don’t mess this up.*
Taehyung’s eyes flicked toward him now and then — brief but sharp. Measuring.
Jungkook’s wrist nudged the cup.
Coffee spilled, fast and unforgiving. It splashed onto his shirt and notes.
Silence. Chairs stiffened, papers stopped rustling.
Jeon Jungkook(Beta)
(panicking): I—I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up, I—please, just
He stood, fumbling for tissues. His hands trembled. The humiliation was suffocating.
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
*Didn’t speak. But he stood, calm and controlled*
He walked around the table, pulled out something from his blazer. A pristine white handkerchief, initials K.T.H. stitched in silver and placed it in front of Jungkook.
No eye contacts, No words.
Jeon Jungkook(Beta)
(breathless): Sir…?
Taehyung simply returned to his seat.
Executive
(clearing throat): Shall we continue?
But Jungkook’s heartbeat didn’t.
He stared at the handkerchief, Soft fabric, Clean scent, and that single flash of eye contact.
Outside the Conference Room
Jungkook rushed down the corridor, handkerchief folded tightly in his grip.
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
It’s just fabric. No need to overthink it. ❄️
Jungkook turned, startled. Taehyung looked calm, bored even.
Jeon Jungkook(Beta)
Why... did you give it to me?
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
You needed it. ❄️
Jeon Jungkook(Beta)
(softer): You could’ve let me panic.
Taehyung’s eyes lowered to the cloth.
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
You can keep it. I don’t reuse anything. ❄️
He turned just as the elevator dinged.
Then someone came out of the elevator.
Black shirt half-tucked, sleeves rolled, holding a protein shake in one hand and a sly grin in the other.
Jackson (Alpha)
(Taehyung): There you are, heard someone had a dramatic little morning.
Jungkook still looks a bit flustered, holding the cloth.
Taehyung… expression unreadable.
Jackson (Alpha)
(Jungkook): And you must be the new assistant. The one who made Mr. CEO actually stand up mid-meeting? Iconic
Jeon Jungkook(Beta)
(Chuckled nervously): Sorry, that was… not my best moment.
Jackson (Alpha)
(flashing a grin):Oh, don’t apologize, watching Taehyung do something like human is always refreshing.
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
Leave ❄
Jackson (Alpha)
Rude, I came to give you this week’s security file and apparently witness the birth of a soft spot.
Jungkook looked between them, confused but amused.
Jackson (Alpha)
(Softer voice): I’m Jackson. Director of Foreign Ops. Friend of this grump.
Jeon Jungkook(Beta)
*Shook it gently.*
Jeon Jungkook(Beta)
Jeon Jungkook, Secretary… apparently chaos-inducing.
Jackson (Alpha)
(Mumble softly): Hmm I like him already
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
*Jaw flexed.*
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
(flatly): He has work to do.
Jackson (Alpha)
(teasing): And you’re suddenly concerned about his workload?
Jungkook blinked. Jackson winked.
Taehyung turned away with a sigh, walking toward his office.
*Jungkook stares at the cloth.*
*Why does it feel like this was more than a handkerchief?*
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
(muttering): Why the hell is he still smiling?
Taehyung sat behind his desk, pretending to read. But his eyes kept drifting through the glass to Jungkook, who was now smiling faintly at something Jackson had messaged him.
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
I should’ve ignored it. But the way his hands trembled...
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
I hate watching people drown quietly.
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
*He shuts his eyes* This isn’t concern. This is control... Right?
Kim Taehyung(Alpha)
That handkerchief better not still be in his damn pocket and better he stop smiling like that.
He shut his laptop with a little more force than necessary.
Author
Some gestures don’t need words and some silences scream louder than voices ever could.
Comments