Omega Jimin and Alpha Jungkook are always best friends so far they remember. Jimin falls in Love with Alpha who is always supportive of him. But destiny is written with cruel hands.
Plot
Dear diary,
Today Jungkook threw me this great surprise party...
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The soft beam of the desk lamp illuminated Jimin's dismal dorm room, casting long shadows across the floor. His textbooks lay open on his desk, their pages crisp and untouched, a stark contrast to the clutter of coffee cups and crumpled papers scattered around. The steady hum of the room's old heater was the only other sound, creating a cocoon of quiet that did nothing to soothe the storm raging in Jimin's mind.
The day's challenges from contending with Alpha entitlement to navigating demanding classes had left him emotionally drained, a palpable weight on his shoulders.
He stretched, rolling his stiff shoulders as he let out a weary sigh. His wolf’s familiar voice echoed in his mind, a constant presence that both irritated and comforted him.
You need a break. Staring at books isn’t going to make you any smarter, pup.
Jimin smirked, leaning back in his creaky chair. "Smarter than most, though," he whispered to himself, pulling out his phone. Just as he was about to hit the send button on that text to Jungkook, the phone buzzed in his hand, the screen flashing with a name that hadn't crossed it for many years:
**Dad**.
His heart stumbled. It wasn’t that he and his father never spoke... they did but their conversations since he'd left for good had been brief and to the point. His father’s expectations had always loomed large, casting a long shadow over Jimin’s every decision, though he wasn’t resentful. Yet, he often felt that he had to be more responsible, more successful, and more like Yeonjun.
With a deep breath, he picked up the call, his thumb hovering over the screen.
"Jimin-ah," his father’s deep, steady voice came over the line, its formal tone barely masking the emotion beneath. "How are you doing, son? All good at the university?"
Jimin smiled despite the exhaustion pulling at his features. He leaned back against the desk, the wooden edge pressing into his back. "I'm good, Dad. Classes are tough, but nothing I can't handle."
There was a pause on the other end, and Jimin could almost picture the careful expression on his father's face, his brows furrowed with concern. "Good," his father said finally, his tone softer. "Your brother's been asking about you, you know."
A pang of warmth spread through Jimin’s chest at the mention of Yeonjun. His brother "the golden child" had always been the shining star, but despite the comparisons and the shadows they cast, Yeonjun had never let it affect their bond. Jimin loved him unconditionally and had always looked out for him since they were kids.
"How's he doing?" Jimin asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Still stealing the spotlight everywhere he goes?"
His father chuckled, the sound rare but genuine. Jimin could almost hear the affection in his voice. "Of course. That boy could talk his way into just about anything." He paused, then added in a more defensive tone, "We're having a huge party for his birthday next weekend. All who are anybody will be there. He's been looking forward to you attending."
