"Han," Jet called as he opened the car door. "Happy Birthday."
Han leaned back against the seat, sunglasses perched on his nose, a smirk forming. "Thank you, my little Alpha," he teased. "So, tell me, did you know for a long time, or did you only find out the day we met?"
Jet rolled his eyes, sidestepping the question. "Not important." His gaze flickered around the pickup area, checking for other cars. "Anyway, I got you a gift, and since it's your day off, I'll just hand it over and let you enjoy the rest of your day in peace."
Han raised an eyebrow, amused. "You seriously think you can just drop a present and run?" He took the box from Jet, weighing it in his hands before grinning. "Get in the car."
"Nope," Jet replied immediately, already turning away. "I'm tired, didn't sleep much last night from working."
Han let out a low chuckle and slid his sunglasses up onto his head. "Alright, you asked for it."
Before Jet could react, Han was out of the car in a flash, striding toward him. Then, without warning, he scooped Jet up in a smooth, effortless motion.
It took Jet a full second to realize what just happened. His body tensed as he scrambled in Han's grip, hands pressing against Han's shoulders, legs kicking lightly. "Han! Put me down! Right now!"
"No way," Han said, holding him securely in a bridal carry like he weighed nothing. "Since you're already here, you're celebrating with me. Can't have you running off now."
Jet's face burned, his arms still squirming in protest. "I—I swear, if you don't put me down—"
Han's grin widened. "Or what? You'll struggle harder?" He adjusted his grip, pulling Jet closer, and Jet was suddenly very aware of how solid Han felt beneath him.
"Damn it, Han! People are staring!" Jet hissed, voice lowering as he glanced around in embarrassment.
Han glanced around lazily. "Let them. It's their loss to see this view," With that, he walked toward his car and casually deposited Jet into the passenger seat.
Jet sat there, arms crossed, scowling. "Unbelievable."
Han shut the door, chuckling as he walked around to the driver's side and slid in. "You're making this too easy, you know?" He started the car, the teasing never leaving his voice.
They arrived at Han's home shortly after, and as they stepped inside, June, who had been passing by, stopped in her tracks.
"Jet?" she said, eyes widening.
Jet gave an awkward wave. "Hey."
June's gaze shifted between him and Han, who was standing a little too close, a little too comfortable. Livia soon joined, also looking equally curious.
"I'm guessing you want to know why I'm not alone on my birthday?" Han arched a brow. "Thought I'd spend it a little differently this year."
The two women exchanged a look, but neither said anything. Instead, they walked away, though Jet was sure they were whispering the moment they were out of earshot.
Han checked to make sure they were alone before turning back to the box in his hands. He opened it, and his teasing smirk returned.
"Really? Harñess? That brand? You're really showing off," Han lifted the luxurious collar chain, the metal gleaming under the lights.
"No, no! I'm not rich, okay?! I just snagged it at a good price!" Jet waved his hands defensively. "I didn't even know it was a luxury brand!"
Han chuckled softly, tilting his head. "Oh, I don't care about the price." His gaze slid to Jet, eyes sharp with amusement. "I'm just wondering why you bought me a gift at all."
Jet rolled his eyes. "Why else? It's your birthday. What else do you want?"
Han looked at the accessory in his hand before looking back at Jet with a slow, deliberate smirk. "Maybe you."
Jet choked on air. "Wha—"
Han ignored him, admiring the gift again. "Aren't you beautiful?" He glanced at Jet just in time to see him freeze, his entire face turning scarlet.
Han chuckled. 'Oh, this was going to be fun.'
Jet sat frozen, his brain short-circuiting from Han's words.
"Maybeyou."
He replayed it in his head, then again, and again. Was Han messing with him? No, he had to be messing with him.
Jet let out an exaggerated laugh, crossing his arms. "Wow, funny. Real funny," He leaned back against the couch, looking away. "You should be a comedian instead of an actor."
Han tilted his head, a tease coming along. "I'm serious, though."
Jet felt his stomach flip. His jaw tightened, and he forced a smirk. "Well, too bad. I'm not for sale."
Han hummed, setting the gift aside before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Really? You're not even a little interested?"
Jet shot him a glare, but Han's expression was unreadable. It wasn't exactly teasing anymore—it was something else. Something that made Jet's heartbeat feel annoyingly loud.
"I—" Jet hesitated before scoffing, shaking his head. "Don't mess with me, Han. You know exactly what you're doing."
Han's lips curled slightly, but he didn't deny it.
The air between them grew thick. Jet fidgeted, his knee bouncing. He needed to change the topic before he went insane.
"So, uh, what do you usually do on your birthday?"
Han leaned back, stretching his arms along the couch. "Nothing special. Just work, same as any other day. This year, though—" he glanced at Jet, a glint of mischief in his eyes "—I have unexpected company."
Jet rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Lucky you."
Han chuckled. "Very."
Silence settled between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable. For once, it felt… natural.
Jet exhaled, forcing himself to relax as he leaned back against Han's arm, which rested lazily on the sofa. Maybe Han was just messing around. Maybe he was overthinking things.
Still, that smirk on Han's face? Yeah… Jet didn't trust it one bit.
June and Livia exchanged glances, their eyes wide with excitement. For years, they had worked in this house, watching their boss remain distant and unreadable, never showing interest in anyone. Yet now, right before their eyes, he had done something unthinkable—something that sent a wave of excitement through them.
"The usually reserved, strict Alpha has finally found someone he's interested in," Livia whispered, barely able to contain her glee.
June covered her mouth, muffling a squeal. "I know, right? I can't believe it. I thought he'd never—"
"We need to keep watching!" Livia tugged at her.
—
Jet leaned his head back, tempted to drift off right there on the Alpha's arm. But he thought it'd be rude, so he forced himself to find something else to do.
Pulling out his phone, he started typing at lightning speed, words filling the screen in an instant.
Han, having given Jet a break from his teasing, glanced over and raised a brow. "Woah, little bookworm. What are you typing so fast?"
Jet didn't even look up. "For the books that you read, bookworm," he shot back. "I saw that massive bookcase in your room—stacked to the brim."
Han let out an awkward chuckle. Between the two of them, he was the real bookworm. He'd loved reading since childhood—a quiet hobby that kept him entertained for hours.
"You still haven't answered my question, Han," Jet's voice cut through the silence, low and teasing. "Where did you hear my name?"
Han grinned. "You already know."
Jet smiled but quickly turned serious. "Are you actually in love with me?"
Han froze, blinking a few times. "I—uh, no."
Jet raised an eyebrow. "You hesitated."
Han frowned. "How else am I supposed to react when you drop a question like that out of nowhere?"
Jet studied him for a moment, then smirked. "Alright. I'll believe you—for now."
Han huffed, shaking his head as he leaned back against the couch. "You're something else, Jet."
Jet grinned, stretching his arms over the back of the sofa like he owned the place. "I get that a lot." His gaze flickered toward Han, studying him. "You hesitated, though."
Han rolled his eyes. "You already said that."
"Which means I'm onto something," Jet teased, shifting to face him fully. "Come on, a handsome actor like you—don't tell me no one's ever questioned your preferences before."
Han sighed, rubbing his temple. "Of course they have."
"And?" Jet tilted his head.
Han hesitated. His lips parted as if he had something to say, but he shut them just as quickly. "I think I liked it better when we were talking about books."
Jet smirked. "Dodge all you want, Han. But I'll get my answer one way or another."
Han didn't respond, but the slight twitch of his lips didn't go unnoticed.
Jet's smirk widened. He was definitely onto something.
The day dragged on, slow and uneventful. Han had nothing planned for his day off, spending most of it lounging around and napping. Now, the two of them sat together in comfortable silence—Han resting his eyes, while Jet hunched over his phone, typing away.
As the minutes passed, Jet's vision blurred, the words on the page smudging into a hazy mess. He blinked, trying to focus, but exhaustion crept in from last night, dragging him under. His body swayed, tilting slightly—until his head found a resting place on Han's shoulder.
That strong pheromone scent Jet once disliked had somehow become comforting. It carried a sense of safety and protection, wrapping around him like a silent promise. Everything about Han still felt so familiar—almost like they were never apart.
The sudden weight stirred Han awake. He blinked, glancing down, and a small, amused smile tugged at his lips. Jet, fast asleep, looked softer like this—his usual energy dimmed by drowsiness, his breathing steady and warm.
Carefully, Han reached up and slipped Jet's glasses off, setting them aside. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in and pressed a quiet kiss to Jet's head.
Across the room, June and Livia clutched each other in silent excitement, eyes wide as they watched. The shift from teasing to tenderness had been seamless, leaving them in awe.
"Alpha and Alpha relationships are rare," June whispered, grinning. "But when they happen, they're beautiful."
Livia nodded, unable to tear her gaze away. "They're perfect for each other."
Han, too, slowly let his own eyes drift shut, his body relaxing against the sofa. With Jet's warmth beside him, he wished—just for a moment—that time would stop.