When Jimin emerged from the villa, he saw that Seokjin and the others had returned to the garden, but none of them had sat back down.
Seokjin lifted his arms and stretched his waist, saying, “I’m going to bed.”
Jungkook’s appearance was like that of a university student with limitless energy. Initially, he’d wanted to grill the remaining skewers, but when he heard Seokjin’s words, he put down the skewer in his hand and said, “Then let’s go to bed.”
Hoseok and Yoongi were standing together, the latter whispering something into the former’s ear. It seemed like they were exchanging good nights.
Jimin approached Taehyung’s back stealthily, deliberately pressing close and softly exclaiming, “HEY!”
Taehyung turned his head and shot him a cold, apathetic look. Jimin was a little disappointed that he hadn’t managed to startle Taehyung. “Let’s head back too,” he furtively muttered.
Before Taehyung could respond, Seokjin had turned to them with a huge grin on his face as he said, “Your room’s already been tidied up. Tomorrow’s the weekend, so you don’t have to go to work, don’t rush off in the morning.”
Jimin said nothing, looking at Taehyung, and yet Taehyung only uttered a single word to Seokjin: “Okay.”
Dismayed, Jimin obediently followed Taehyung up to the second floor bedroom.
It was their second time staying the night at the Kim house, and Jimin’s sentiments about sharing a bed with Taehyung had changed considerably. The lights in the bedroom had already been turned off, but Jimin was resting on his stomach, looking at his phone. The fluorescent glow of his phone screen illuminated half of Taehyung’s face, and he could see Taehyung laying face up, eyes open, having not yet dozed off.
“Stop playing with your phone,” Taehyung said suddenly. Jimin turned to look at him.
“You’ll damage your eyes,” Taehyung said inflectionlessly.
Jimin played his phone face down on the pillow but maintained his original posture. “Taehyung.”
“Mm?”
“If you don’t mind it this late at night, can I ask you a personal question?”
“I mind.”
“Mm—sorry. So… have you ever been in rut?”
Alphas’ ruts weren’t voluntarily, but were induced by the pheromones of an omega in heat. This was basic physiological knowledge, and even Jimin knew.
Taehyung didn’t immediately answer his question, but after a long stretch of silence, he finally said, “I’m almost thirty. I’m an alpha.”
Jimin nodded to show that he understood. “And your partner?”
Taehyung turned to look at him, his hair brushing against the pillow audibly.
Jimin didn’t wait for his response before he continued, “I was just thinking how alphas could be lured in by omega pheromones, and regardless of whether they liked that omega or not, their rut would be induced. Actually, I feel kind of sorry.”
“You feel sorry?” Taehyung repeated in the dark.
“Yes. For example, you don’t like dogs at all, right, but you’re injected with this drug for inducing heats in dogs that forces you to mate with dogs. In hindsight, won’t you feel sorry?”
“Jimin.”
“Mm?”
“Apart from chickens and dogs, are there no ordinary humans in that world of yours?”
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Park Jimin, a Beta, awoke after a car accident discovering that he couldn't remember anything from the last six years. He didn't remember being the top perfumer in the world, the death of his grandfather and, most importantly, he didn't...
