A WANDERLUST'S OMEGA (Jikook)

A wanderlust's omega

Jeon Jungkook loved the open road. The wind in his hair, the roar of his bike beneath him, and the endless horizon ahead gave him a sense of freedom and exhilaration that nothing else could match. His dark, tousled hair whipped around his face as he rode, and his sharp, piercing eyes scanned the landscape, taking in every detail. Jungkook wasn't your typical alpha; he had no interest in settling down or finding a mate. The mere thought of being tied down made him cringe. Instead, he channelled his energy into his true passion: wanderlust. His body was a canvas of tattoos, each one representing a place he had been. His chest displayed a majestic eagle, a tribute to his road trip across the United States. From the sprawling beaches of Thailand to the bustling streets of Tokyo, his body told the story of his travels.

Jungkook's appearance was as striking as his lifestyle. He had a lean, muscular build, honed by years of riding and exploring. His skin was warm, sun-bronzed bronze, speaking of countless hours under the open sky. His jacket was likely leather but was so entirely covered in patches and pins he had collected from places he had visited. His jeans were ripped, faded, and so worn; it showed that he often found himself in ravaged terrains. His look was finished off by heavy boots, with soles entirely worn out by miles of riding in ravaged terrains.

Jungkook sped down a winding mountain road, feeling a raging sense of freedom. The tall pine trees provided freshness to the air, and the sweet chirp of various birds provided a perfect background to the rumble of his big bike. He had left the postcard village of Hallstatt, Austria, where the iconic lake and the mountains surrounding it were being tattooed. Now, complex ink decorating his left forearm will remind him for good of that calm beauty he encountered.

As much of a surprise to him, perhaps, as to anyone else, for he never planned too much in advance, letting the road take him wherever it wanted. That was what made the journey so exciting: each turn of the road, each new horizon opening to view, held a promise of discovery, of adventure.

Little did he know, fate had a very different kind of adventure in store for him.

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Park Jimin was a spoiled omega from a wealthy family, and everything had always gone his way. With features so fine, skin so flawless, and a sense of style to die for, all the attention seemed to follow him wherever he went. His silky, silver locks framed his face peerlessly, and his large, limpid eyes were the color of a stormy sky and reflected every quirk of emotion that flickered across his face. His lips had always been soft and inviting, seeming perpetually bent to a wry smile, but tonight ended in a pout.

Jimin epitomized grace and charm, his own lithe body moving with elegance that belied his dissatisfaction. Now, when his parents arranged his marriage to business tycoon Cha Eunwoo, he was less than enthralled. Sure, Eunwoo was handsome, rich, and a force to be reckoned with, and he had that face—all chiseled and commanding in a way that filled up any room he walked into. But Jimin wanted more than a marriage of business convenience. He wanted love, passion, and romance. The thought alone of a loveless marriage made his heart sink.

But to rub salt into the wound, his friends had insisted on taking him to some out-of-the-way place for a bachelor party. The little town they picked out was typeset quaint, but definitely far from the luxury Jimin was accustomed to. Cobblestone streets and window boxes full of flowers seemed to cough up nothing in terms of smiles. Still, the one bright side was that it was a short trip, and then he would be back to his life of luxury and opulence.

For now, there were loud music and copious drinks. The bar was small and possessed a very down-to-earth feel with its wooden beams and stone fireplace. Old photographs and trinkets from years gone by adorned the walls. The lighting in the place was dull, warm, inviting—like it was somehow intimate and alive. Though Jimin's friends had been very rowdy, people could be found laughing and talking while dancing to the flowy liquor. The loudest of them all would be Seokjin, running a conga line around the bar with almost infectious laughter preceding everybody. Taehyung had that mischievous smile on, purely debaucherous in nature if anyone would care enough to sit down and watch him for a while. He was just too playful, challenging everybody to drinking games and winning at all of them. Hoseok was partying as per usual on the dance floor, only to suddenly unleash in some moves that had everybody cheering.