“Ah?” Seungmin’s question caught Jimin off guard. He felt that acknowledging this question wouldn’t be the best idea, but so was ignoring it. He racked his brain for a response, but as he did so, Taehyung, who was resting on the sofa, suddenly twitched, and a low groan escaped his mouth.
“He’s about to wake up,” Seungmin said. “I should go.”
Right on time, Jimin thought. “All right then, take care.”
As he watched Seungmin leave the room, he heard Taehyung let out a low groan. Crouching down by the sofa, he noticed Taehyung’s lips moving, as if he was saying something.
“What was that?” Jimin moved his ear closer.
Taehyung repeated: “Min.”
A burst of crimson flooded Jimin’s face.
He had no idea why he was blushing—it was just that one word, coming out of the inebriated alpha’s mouth in his deep and low timbre, sounded sticky and ambiguous. Along with by the dense, emotion-packed pheromones emanating from his body, for the unprepared Jimin, it was like a head-on collision.
“What? Don’t just call me that.” Jimin could no longer stand this, but he held on and pinched Taehyung’s mouth.
Taehyung opened his eyes. Under the effect of alcohol, his gaze was scattered, but his eyes remained clear. He stared at Jimin, and after a moment, said, “Why are you here?”
Jimin averted his gaze, refusing to meet Taehyung’s eyes. “Didn’t you ask me to pick you up?”
“So you came?” asked Taehyung.
Jimin didn’t immediately respond after hearing this question, because he smelled the scent of Taehyung’s pheromones in the air growing exceedingly stronger. He’d smelled countless alpha pheromones before, so he was well aware that this one in particular signified an alpha’s lust. Compared to other alphas, however, Taehyung’s pheromones were clearer and richer; if Jimin were an omega, he’d surely have gone weak at the knees by now.
But he was a beta, who would only blush when grasping the biological information Taehyung wanted to convey. To conceal his unease, he deliberately put on a stern expression and said, “Why are you in rut in a place like this?”
Taehyung didn’t speak. As a beta, Jimin had yet to realise the dangers he could possibly face at this very moment. He only said, “There are no omegas here.” As far as he could remember, alphas would only go into rut if lured by omega pheromones.
“What omega?” The alcohol had caused Taehyung’s voice to sound faintly husky.
As soon as Jimin remembered the fact that Seungmin had just been in this room, he immediately felt faintly upset. “Did you forget about that omega you fended off drinks for earlier?”
“Which omega?”
Jimin gave him an odd look. “You don’t even remember what happened tonight?”
After examining Taehyung’s face, Jimin realised that Taehyung probably wasn’t genuinely asking questions. Taehyung’s gaze never strayed from Jimin’s face. The corners of his eyes were flushed a pale crimson, and it was as if this bit of colour had melted away the indifference on his face; for a split second, he appeared stubborn and passionate. Him not knowing which omega they were talking about may not be due to the fact that he didn’t remember, but because he didn’t care at all.
Despite the fact that the room was devoid of omegas, the alpha was in rut.
It was at this moment that Jimin began to raise his guard. When he made to stand up, Taehyung suddenly grabbed hold of his hand. His grip was strong, and Jimin couldn’t pull away.
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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...
