That night, Jimin didn’t fall asleep until late. Nobody switched on the lights in the bedroom, so the two talked in the dark. Jimin slept in Taehyung’s arms, too lazy to leave, but neither did it cross his mind to do so. It was clearly not their first time spending the night together, yet the vibe tonight was different.
Jimin had touched the most important secret at the depths of Taehyung’s heart, yet instead of getting angry, Taehyung showed a seldom calm, his temper not once flaring up throughout the night.
Under such conditions, Jimin’s sleepiness gradually washed over him; one second he was talking to Taehyung, and the next, he was fast asleep.
And because he had fallen asleep, he was naturally unaware of Taehyung kissing his brow, nor did he know that when Taehyung was the only one awake in the room, his eyes stayed wide-open, trained at the murky ceiling until the early hours of the morning.
Jimin was first to wake the next morning. He opened his eyes to the sight of Taehyung clinging to him; the man himself was still sleeping.
The sun was out, its rays squeezing through a narrow opening between the blackout curtains, casting a streak of light across the bed.
Jimin’s immediate thought upon waking was that he was late. He hastily moved to sit up, but in the next second, he suddenly remembered that it was a Sunday. All his muscles instantly relaxed as a result, and he laid back down, studying Taehyung’s face.
For all that had happened, compared to Namjoon’s apathy, Jimin was more concerned about Seokjin’s palpable indifference towards Taehyung. According to Namjoon, Seokjin loathed him—so when facing Taehyung, did Seokjin treat him as the child of his biological brother, or the child of an alpha he despised? Jimin couldn’t fathom it. Neither could he position himself as Seokjin and figure out what the man was thinking.
He was only certain of the fact that Taehyung’s feelings had been severely hurt, so he couldn’t help but feel bad for him, because in a sense, he and Taehyung were both parentless children, though he’d been fortunate to have been raised by a grandpa who loved him and had received enough love as a child, so he dared and wanted to love.
Dared to love? Jimin stilled, wondering if this only meant that he felt sorry for Taehyung, or if he loved him.
Every nook and cranny of the room was pervaded with the scent of Taehyung’s pheromones. Since Jimin was still pressed close to the man, he could smell it oozing from his skin, and because every breath he drew was coloured with the scent, his thoughts drifted to his Xishui Hall.
He prodded Taehyung awake with his hand, exclaiming spiritedly, “Let’s go work overtime!”
On Sunday, the only workers in the company were security.
Jimin and Taehyung holed up in the lab, with Jimin at his workbench, making final adjustments to the semi-finished Xishui Hall.
Taehyung, who had likewise donned a white lab coat, accompanied him nearby, making no sound.
Jimin’s expression was one of deep focus. At noon, he didn’t raise a word about lunch, so Taehyung didn’t bother him.
He kept on until 5 p.m., when the sun gradually set in the west. The sunshine streamed in at an angle through the window, illuminating a portion of the workbench.
Jimin grabbed a marker and firmly underlined a series of figures on the whiteboard, which determined the exact measurement of the osmanthus flower oil. When he lifted the prototype of the fragrance on his workbench and brought it under Taehyung’s nose, his hand slightly trembled, and he merely gazed at Taehyung expectantly without uttering a word.
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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...
