If someone would tell Kim Taehyung that his life would drastically change overnight because of his recklessness on that one, fateful incident, he'd probably laugh his ass off and tell them, "Yeah, right!"
But it did.
His life changed that night and...
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II | It Was A Circus Out There
After memories from last night came to him like a freight train of embarrassment, the first thing Taehyung did as soon as he woke up was to check if he was still fully clothed underneath the velvety blankets... or not.
Okay. Good. I'm still decent, he exhaled gratefully.
Though his clothes were obviously changed, he was still wearing his black lace boxer briefs and was now only in a white pure cotton shirt, boyfriend size, that modestly covered half of his legs.
He groaned as he touched his forehead, sitting on the bed with his head aching and mouth dry.
Fucking hangover.
He just wanted to bury himself under the covers and sleep throughout the day. Plus, if he could just erase what had occurred in the last twelve hours, he would have done so in a heartbeat already. For how could he face the nameless, gorgeous alpha who tended to him while he was drunk and wasted, and whose pheromones were everywhere around him?
He could even smell him on his skin.
But wait a damn minute. He really looks familiar. I just can't figure out where I have seen him before last night, Taehyung thought, his brows furrowing.
"Good morning," the said alpha greets him as he entered the room, his kissab- full lips curled up in a brief-dropping smile. "I knocked, but you weren't answering, so I thought you're still sleeping."
"M- morning," he croaked.
"Here. Drink this." Taehyung readily accepted the glass of orange juice from him gratefully. "Take this Advil. This will help to relieve your headache."
Taehyung took the medicine in his hand and put it in his mouth before drinking the juice in one go, mentally sighing in relief as his thirst was finally quenched by the fresh, citrusy liquid.
"Thank you," he murmured, looking up at the alpha in his ivory silk top and pants that did nothing to hide the hefty size of his package.
Taehyung blushed crimson, instantly looking away as soon as he realized where his blatant eyes were staring at, making the man smirk.
"I know you're worried about what happened last night, so let me explain. My name is Jin, and you are currently in one of my penthouses around here in Yongsan. I have decided to bring you here with me when you pass out at the bar. You didn't have your phone with you, so my security had to search for your manager's contact number. As soon as they got it, they called him to inform him of your whereabouts. Unfortunately, he was still in Busan at the time, so he asked us kindly to take care of you until he arrived this morning to pick you up. Yes, you puked in my car. I threw away your jacket, by the way, as you vomited on it, too. I'll pay for it, don't worry. Lastly, I can assure you that we didn't do the deed. I just changed your clothes before putting you to bed. I don't do non-consensual sex, Taehyung. I like my omega sober."
