How To Be An Alpha

Step 2

Taehyung woke up with a loud groan, his alarm blaring into the void that was his room. He snoozed his alarm, throwing the sheets over his head so he could begin to pretend that the sun wasn't shinning through his window.

A week had passed since his visit to the doctor and with it, an entire week taking, what he had ended up calling, "alpha pills". In all honesty, he didn't think they worked that well. There was no change whatsoever in his physical appearance as well as in his hormone count. He knew he wasn't the one at fault since he had Jimin to pretty much shove down the medication down his throat every morning and night.

The thoughts were keeping him awake during his five more minutes of sleep as he threw the blankets off of him and huffed. His eyes fixated on the white roof above his head, thinking on the consequences of whatever the results of the pills ended up being. For the past week, his mind had been going in circles in an endless loop of anxiety that threatened to consume him more than his upcoming finals.

Feeling the symptoms of a headache, Taehyung groaned even louder. He couldn't afford to have a headache today, so he jumped out of his bed, making a beeline to the bathroom and clearing his mind.

As he stood under the warm spring of the shower, Taehyung forced himself to think of everything that did not have to do with his busted hormones and instead made a mental list of everything he needed to focus on that day.

He had a morning class in an hour. Afterwards, he promised Jimin to get lunch before heading for his new job. In the evening, he needed to do some grocery shopping. It was Jimin's turn to cook dinner, so he needed the elder to send him a list of things he had to buy. Honestly, Jimin always did the cooking. Despite living with a family of omegas and betas, the art of cooking was never something Taehyung learned to do. He was proficient with every other housework area as long as it didn't have anything to do with the kitchen.

Without even realising it, Jimin was banging on the bathroom door, yelling for him to hurry up. The two shared an apartment that seemed to be too small for the both of them sometimes. Being on a regular broke college student budget, neither had ever accepted any sort of financial support from their respective families and were adamant on living together by their own means.

After wrapping himself up in a towel, Taehyung unlocked the door, letting Jimin walk in. "I swear to god, what the hell took you so goddamn long? There's no time for me to shower now."

Taehyung chuckled, attempting to apologize with a toothbrush stuck in between his teeth.

"Whatever, I'll just take one at Yoongi hyung's after lunch. Move, I'll at least brush my teeth." Taehyung thought that Jimin was the cutest person on planet Earth. Even when he was all grumpy and pissy, he just had the urge to squish his cheeks at any given moment, which annoyed the older to levels he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

The two of them rushed out of their apartment, thanking whatever entity up there that campus was not far from their apartment complex. They had to thank Jimin's mom even more for forcing them to join any sort of sport's club back in high school. The track team didn't seem as bad now.

They got to class with two minutes to spare and an absurd need for two shots of espresso. That was a lot to say given the fact that the two hated espresso, Taehyung more than anyone. He just detested the taste of coffee, but right now, he would take anything that would kick his exhausted self back in track.

Perhaps he really did need that extra boost, since by the time he noticed, class was already over and he had probably spent the last hour drooling over his blank notebook.

"Yah, Tae. Wake up. Class finished already. Let's go for some food." Taehyung mumbled something over his wet notebook, before shooting up in his seat, looking lost for a moment.