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Jimin felt the sun’s gentle warmth on his face. He could swear that the hotel curtains were closed last night when he walked into the room. Instead of getting up and closing the curtains, Jimin pulled the covers over his head to try and sleep more. Yesterday he came with his older brother Minhyuk to a rich friend's birthday party at the most expensive hotel. Jimin found the party dull as he only recognized the birthday girl, Hana (or was it Haeun, Jimin can't recall her name), who was flirting with many guy friends, including Minhyuk. Not wanting to be a third wheel, Jimin left Minhyuk and went drinking alcohol, the strongest they had, to loosen up and have a good time. Imagine having so much money yet the party was so boring. The last thing he remembers is going to the dance floor and the rest is blank.
Right as he was about to drift off to sleep once more, Jimin suddenly felt a hand on his hip, causing him to instantly awaken. At that moment, Jimin realized that he was not only naked but also not by himself. He is as naked as when he was born, with a stranger sleeping behind him.
He glanced around his side of the room to check if he had walked into the wrong room or if the stranger had entered his. His side lacked decorations, with only white walls, a dull picture in the corner, navy curtains, and a desk topped with a large mirror.
In addition, there was a chair positioned in front of the desk with a blue bag resting on top of it. Jimin's eyes grew larger realizing it was his bag.
Fuck, he invited someone into his room last night.
“No, no, no, no, no!” Jimin's heart was beating so rapidly that he thought it would stop at any moment. He started cursing the moment he decided to drink knowing that he wasn't the heavy drinker. Jimin felt the urge to vomit, no, he absolutely had to vomit!
“Mn.“ The stranger moved closer to Jimin’s back, extending his arm to embrace him firmly. Jimin's heart rate increased and he could feel the sweat forming on his forehead. His nausea was intensifying as he could still taste the lingering alcohol in his mouth. He was desperate to vomit.
Without hesitation, Jimin quickly moved the arm with his strength, leaped off the bed, and sprinted directly to the bathroom. As he emptied his stomach, he heard the stranger stir and exclaim, “Why am I naked!?”
He then heard the stranger’s steps coming to the bathroom. Because the door was open, the stranger was immediately greeted by the smell of vomit and the messy sight of the toilet.
„What the hell is going on? Who are you?“ The stranger asked his voice low and weary. Jimin finally recognized the voice's owner. He grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe his mouth and turned slowly to confront the man he had spent the night with—the very person Jimin couldn't stand.
Kim fucking Taehyung.
“Park Ji-” A wave of nausea interrupted Taehyung. He leaned over the sink and vomited everything he had consumed the night before, leaving his stomach feeling completely hollow, as if the last bits of his soul had escaped. It felt like he had been run over by a truck, and he grasped the edge of the sink for support.
“Seems like I'm not the only one who drank too much.” Taehyung slowly turned his head toward Jimin who was still leaning over the toilet. “I can't believe you threw up in a sink. Nasty!”
“Shush it, Park. You occupied the toilet and I had no choice.” Another wave of nausea hit him after that sentence and he threw up again. He already feels bad for the hotel staff that will have to clean this bathroom.
He turned on the faucet to clean the sink with the water as much as he could. He also took a bit of the cold water and splashed it on his face, cleaning around his mouth, waking himself while thinking about what exactly happened last night and how he ended up in a bed with his enemy.
Feeling a bit better and with a calm stomach, Taehyung turned toward Jimin, who was currently throwing up, to say something when he saw the bite mark on his neck.
In that instant, he felt his blood freeze, as if a heavy weight had settled in his stomach.
Aside from that mark, Jimin's entire body was covered in bite marks. Taehyung checked the mirror in front of him and saw how his neck was filled with hickeys. He noticed a scratch mark on his left shoulder.
Not knowing how to react, he just let out a scream.
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After dressing up and drinking the hangover medicine, they both settled onto the sofa, each occupying opposite ends, keeping their distance. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, and the tension was palpable, almost as if it could be sliced through. Jimin clutched a plastic bottle of cold water he had discovered in the small fridge nearby. He sipped it slowly, careful not to disturb his stomach.
“How did this even happen?” He quietly asked, taking a sip from the water bottle while looking at the wall.
“I don't know.” Taehyung glanced at his long nails, thinking how he should cut them later when he went home. “How did you even get in my room?”
Jimin turned his head to look at Taehyung,” Your room? Every room is the same, Kim. This one happens to be mine, so it's you who entered mine!”
Taehyung moved his head to the opposite side, waving his hand dismissively. “Please talk less, your breath is killing me.”
“Wha-"Jimin's eyes widened in disbelief, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words. “Can you please focus on important matters at the moment!? He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. For a brief moment, he considered whether to hurl the water bottle at Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung saw the way Jimin was looking at him. “Don’t you dare!”
“Relax, I won't. Otherwise, it would be considered animal cruelty.”
Taehyung squinted at that, but he chose to brush it off for now.
“So…” He took a deep breath,” Seems like a lot happened last night.”
Jimin nodded. “Judging by the,” he gulped before continuing,” marks we left on each other's bodies - something big happened.”
He hates not being able to remember what happened. Hopefully, Minhyuk didn't see him. Since he wasn’t in this room, he may be in someone else’s. If Jimin can slip out without bumping into his brother, he might make it home before him and have time for a shower to wash away the scent of alcohol.
And hopefully, no one sees the bite mark on his neck.
While thinking about it, Jimin unconsciously ran his fingers on his neck.
“Are you listening, Park?” Taehyung's voice broke his deep thoughts.
“Huh?”
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I asked how we are going to fix this mess, but you were busy daydreaming as always.”
Jimin gritted his teeth.“What's that supposed to mean?”
Taehyung got up from the sofa, saying, "It's nothing, really—just nothing." He headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for himself.
“Finish your sentence, stupid Kim!”
Taehyung put a finger in front of his face.”Shush it, Park. My head still feels heavy and your squeaky voice is ringing so loud. I need to think in peace.” At that moment a water bottle flew in his direction, but Taehyung managed to move before it could hit his head.
“Why don’t you step outside and clear your head?” He grabbed the water bottle from the floor and tossed it at Taehyung, who was heading for the door once more. “You coward! You’ve messed up my life, and now you’re just trying to escape!”
Taehyung reached for the doorknob and leaned away to dodge another hit from the water bottle. " Are you trying to kill me? No wonder your parents are ashamed of you.“He stepped out and shut the door just in time to prevent Jimin from slamming it behind him.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Jimin banged on the door before sliding down to the floor. He looked around the luxury room, thinking how his life was ruined because of one drunken mistake. Jimin was always careful, planning everything for his future that would satisfy himself and especially his parents, and yet…everything was thrown out the window.
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When Jimin opened the entrance door it was quiet. His mother is one who usually welcomes him and his brother but today she wasn't there. Jimin sighed in relief. He loves his mother but today he's glad she's not here because wherever she is, his father is there too. And Jimin doesn't want to deal with him.
Not wanting to call for his mother either, Jimin quietly went toward the stairs to go to the bathroom. He should have known that the luck was never on his side the moment his foot stood on a creeky part of the floor.
“Park Jimin.” It was his father's voice that came from the living room. Jimin winced at hearing his name from his father's mouth - like a superior that he shouldn't ignore.
His father, Park Kangmin, was reading newspapers on the sofa when Jimin appeared before him, his stance straight. “Yes, father?”
Kangmin lowered his newspapers,”Do you know what time it is?”
Jimin didn't know. He took a glance at the wall clock,”11:35.”
“You should've know that even without glancing at the clock.” Kangmin said it without looking up at his son. “Where is your brother?”
“I don't know..um..maybe he stayed at the hotel longer.” The way Jimin said it sounded more like a question. Their parents knew that he and Minhyuk went to a friend's party, but they have no idea what happened, and Jimin hoped it stays a secret.
“Hyung, you idiot, where are you!? I'm about to be in trouble!” Jimin thought while waiting for his father's reaction. It is no secret that Minhyuk is the favorite child, while Jimin, being the first male omega in four generations, is not. Jimin never hated Minhyuk. They never asked to be born, it's their parents’ fault for treating them differently just because they are different subgenders.
Kangmin put the newspapers on the table and stood up,”We have lunch date with the Jung family, get ready because we're leaving in an hour.”
“But Minhyuk hyung…”
“You will come in his stead. Minhyuk will meet them some other time.”
Jimin wanted to protest and say how it isn't fair that Minhyuk doesn't have to come when, when they we're younger, Jimin always had to come to lunch or dinner dates with other families by force. To keep the peace, Jimin just nodded and went upstairs to take a shower.
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“Hey, where are you going?” Taehyung stopped in his tracks when he heard his older brother's voice. “I'm going to take a shower.”
“You're lucky mother and father aren't home.” His brother wiped his wet hands on a cloth. He was washing the dishes when he heard Taehyung's footsteps. “Go wash yourself and come to eat — and you better show up in 20 minutes or I'll drag you down the stairs by your hair.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes, but decided not to argue with him. He took a quick shower — only 10 minutes, which is super quick by his standard — and came back into the kitchen.
His older brother, Seokjin, is a popular cook that specializes in Italian cuisine. He loves to eat and ever since he was four he showed a liking to cooking. When he came of age, his father, Kim Mansu, wanted him to become the next CEO of their family business, but Seokjin was able to escape that fate by mating with his highschool sweetheart — Kim Namjoon, a very rich and, now, famous CEO.
Taehyung, however, doesn't have that luck and is forced to take his brother's place.
“What is this, spaghetti?” Taehyung was eying his nicely prepared plate. “Is this carbonara?”
Seokjin smiled proudly,”A special kind of carbonara with Korean touch — my newest recipe and you're the first person to try this.”
Taehyung took a bite, carefully chewing when the taste hit his taste buds. His eyes widened and he took another bite. The texture of spaghetti is different, but nice and even though the meal looks simple, it is rich in flavor — his brother is truly a magician in cooking.
“No wonder Namjoon hyung fell in love with you,” Taehyung said while chewing his last bite. “10/10, put it on the menu!”
Seokjin sat across Taehyung, ”Thank you.” He smiled looking at his younger brother eating, it always filled his heart because Taehyung was known to be a picky eater. His smile soon got replaced with a serious expression.
“There is something we need to talk about.”
Taehyung stopped eating and looked at Seokjin. “What is it?”
“I was on the phone with our father a few days ago and…”Seokjin was playing with tablecloth, he didn't know how to deliver the next words. “He doesn't like how you're always out, partying and doing who knows what, instead of preparing to inherit the company—”
“Yeah, I'm a disappointment in the family, nothing new— “
“Listen,” Seokjin cut him off with a stern look and sharp voice, ”Father was pissed that you spent millions on that trip to Dubai and he decided to give you an ultimatum.”
“An ultimatum? Hyung I'm 23, not 15!” Taehyung groaned.
“You have no choice but to inherit the family business, and to do that you need to find a mate and have an Alpha heir or father will take away your cards, car, and expensive clothes.”
Taehyung shrieked, jumping from his chair, “I'll become poor!?”
Seokjin crossed his arms, leaning back on the chair. “I could help you find and buy an apartment, but you'll have to pay me back.”
Taehyung frowned. “Geez, thanks hyung.” He was about to leave the kitchen but turned around to face Seokjin,” Your new recipe sucks.”