His Alpha Surgeon| JIKOOK |

Sinfully Beautiful

Jimin sat in his classroom, gazing blankly at the whiteboard as his teacher explained the intricate details of the skeletal system. But his mind was far away, still caught up in the events of the previous day. His fingers clenched the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white. His anger and restlessness bubbled within him like a pot ready to boil over.

He had always been fascinated with the werewolf body and how it functioned. It was what had driven him to pursue a career in medicine. But today, even that passion failed to hold his attention.

Jimin's clothes were rumpled and his hair unkempt, evidence of his sleepless night. Dark circles marred his usually bright and lively face. He looked a shadow of his former self.

He couldn't help but dwell on his situation. His father, Mr Park Sun-Kyun, was one of the wealthiest men in Korea, and Jimin had been raised in luxury. But unlike most of the kids in his social circle, Jimin wasn't a spoilt brat.

He took after his mother, an omega who had been an orphan before his grandfather had arranged her marriage to his alpha son. It was a marriage of convenience, a way to garner public sympathy and distract the media from their business troubles.

Jimin's father had never been affectionate towards his mother, and their marriage lacked the most crucial ingredient of all - love.

The memory of his mother's tears and the sound of his father's harsh words echoed in Jimin's mind. He felt trapped and suffocated by the weight of his family's expectations.

To escape his father's overbearing influence, Jimin had chosen to live in the university hostel, despite his alpha father's disapproval. It was a constant source of tension between them, but Jimin refused to back down.

As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, Jimin couldn't help but wonder if his life was truly "fucked up" beyond repair.

Jimin's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and anger as he thought about the constant scrutiny he faced from the media. One wrong move could potentially bring his father's "business" crashing down - a business that he had never been interested in.

He shifted in his seat, his clothes feeling constricting against his skin. Jimin had always been stubborn about staying in the hostel, and it wasn't just because it was part of the university's policy. It was because he needed space to breathe, to concentrate.

The weather outside was gloomy, with dark clouds threatening to pour down any minute. But Jimin didn't mind. He was happy to be away from the suffocating environment of his "home" - if it could even be called that. It was a cold, sterile place, filled with expensive marble and crystal that only served to amplify his loneliness.

He longed for his mother and his alpha brother Yoongi. They were the only ones who truly understood him. But even their presence couldn't erase the constant pressure he felt to maintain a certain image.

Jimin was always on edge, his every move scrutinized by his father's loyal band of followers. Even when he was at home, he had to be careful about every little thing he did or said.

That's why Jimin was grateful for the occasional parties that his department held. It was the only time he could let loose and have fun with his peers. But even then, his father had imposed strict rules - no alcohol, no dancing. Jimin had to sit in a corner, sipping on a mocktail and watching enviously as his friends danced the night away.

Yesterday, however, his father had taken things a step further. He had called Jimin in the middle of a clinical surgery class and when Jimin didn't answer, his father's goons had barged into the classroom, causing a ruckus.