The next morning, Taehyung groaned as the persistent knocking on the door pulled him out of his fleeting sleep. His head throbbed, and his body felt like lead, but the pounding refused to stop. Muttering curses under his breath, he dragged himself off the bed, his footsteps sluggish as he trudged toward the door.
“Who is it?!” Taehyung snapped, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. He didn’t even remember when he had fallen asleep last night.
The events of the previous night played in his mind like a fragmented dream. After spending hours silently watching Jungkook eating one food after the other, his heart as well as his stomach grew heavy with emotions and exhaustion.
And once the dinner was over, the room service boy, evidently loyal to a fault, had handed over the camera to Taehyung without hesitation, bowing deeply as he explained how happy he was able to help Taehyung with something.
Taehyung had been caught off guard by the boy’s sincerity. Before he knew it, his instincts had kicked in, and he’d rewarded the boy handsomely.. a reward so generous that the young man had been reduced to tears.
Taehyung even had gone a step further, suggesting the boy resign from the resort and join his own team as his official hacker. The boy had agreed, stammering his gratitude between sobs.
And by the time Taehyung had returned to his room after settling all the events and collapsed into bed, the sky was already beginning to lighten. He doubted he’d even managed two hours of proper sleep before this incessant knocking started.
With an irritated huff, Taehyung yanked the door open. Standing there, arms crossed and looking utterly unimpressed, was none other than Jimin.
“What now?” Taehyung grumbled, turning on his heel and leaving the door wide open as he shuffled back into the room. “Can’t you let me have a moment of peace?”
Jimin stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. “What’s your problem, Taehyung? I seriously don’t understand you anymore.”
Taehyung ignored him, collapsing face-first onto the bed. He barely had the energy to breathe, let alone argue.
Jimin’s gaze followed him, his annoyance palpable. “You booked the entire resort? Are you serious right now?” He slapped a receipt down on the table for emphasis. “Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”
Taehyung made a noncommittal sound, barely lifting his head from the pillow. “Hmm.”
Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Hmm? That’s all you have to say? The manager just told me about it this morning. Do you know how hard it was to convince him to explain? I’m the one left cleaning up after your mess.”
Taehyung groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. He couldn’t care less about the logistics right now. All he wanted was sleep.
“Taehyung, are you even listening to me?” Jimin demanded, his voice climbing an octave. “Why would you book the entire resort?”
There was no response. Taehyung’s breathing had already evened out, his body sinking into the mattress as exhaustion claimed him once more.
Jimin stared at him, his mouth opening and closing as if debating whether to shake him awake or let him be. Finally, he sighed in resignation, dragging a hand down his face.
Picking up the receipt from the pocket, Jimin glanced at it, shaking his head. “Kim Taehyung,” he muttered under his breath, “No words.”
He moved to the window and peeked out at the sprawling resort grounds, muttering curses about Taehyung’s unpredictable behavior. His frustration warred with a grudging admiration.
