Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ Lᴏᴠᴇ || ❀ TH×JM ❀

Pᴀʀᴛ-45

"Get up, hoes!"

Jimin scrunched his nose, whining at the sheer volume of the voice tearing through his fragile state of exhaustion. His body felt like lead, weighed down by the sheer misery of their never-ending journey. First, the long-haul flight that had drained every last drop of his patience, then the bus ride-two grueling hours under the unforgiving sun, crammed against a sticky leather seat with no proper ventilation. And worst of all, he hadn't even had time to put on sunscreen. His skin would protest, he knew it. He could already feel the phantom burn creeping over his arms.

At the very least, he could try to shield himself by curling into a ball, tucking his head into his lap, and covering himself with his flimsy shirt. But of course, he couldn't. Because fuck Kim Taehyung. That man had already claimed Jimin's lap as his personal sanctuary, snuggling against him like some oversized kitten seeking shade. Jimin huffed but didn't move him, instead twisting himself into an awkward position, trying to stretch his shirt over Taehyung as well. If only one of them could survive this torture, then it had to be his brother.

The universe finally decided to show them some mercy. The bus screeched to a stop, signaling the end of their suffering.

"Rise and shine, Taehyung-ah. We are finally free out of the hell," Jimin murmured, his fingers tangling into Taehyung's tousled hair as he ruffled it in an attempt to wake him.

Taehyung groaned in protest, a lazy flicker of one eye before he immediately squeezed it shut again as the blinding sun struck his face. "Are we?" he mumbled sleepily before burrowing deeper into Jimin's stomach, making himself comfortable.

"Yes, we are. I can see it with my own damn eyes-the resort," Jimin exhaled, his weariness momentarily forgotten as excitement replaced the exhaustion weighing him down.

That did the trick.

Taehyung stirred at once, stretching like a cat before grabbing Jimin's hand and hauling both of them upright, helping him climb down carefully. As soon as they climbed down the bus, they wasted no time darting past their friends, skipping towards the resort's grand reception lobby. They had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with their so-called "friends" who had abandoned them to roast under the sun for two straight hours. No seats? No sympathy.

Well, technically, it was Jimin's decision.

And Taehyung, as expected, had agreed without hesitation.

At the reception, Jimin drummed his fingers impatiently against the counter, waiting for their check-in to be processed.

"Two people-Kim Taehyung and Kim Jimin, correct?" The receptionist glanced at the list, confirming their names.

"Three people, actually," a sharp voice interjected. One of the supervising teachers stood behind them, arms crossed with an unimpressed glare.

Jimin and Taehyung shared a look before shaking their heads in sync, subtly trying to hint at their financial constraints. They had a budget, damn it.

Taehyung groaned under his breath, and Jimin sighed, patting his brother's arm in an attempt to pacify him. "Don't worry, baby. We'll just book a private suite later with our money," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

It was a foolproof plan. And they were rich as hell, they could afford a separate suite and let the third person take the room for himself. A complete win-win situation.

At least, that's what they thought.

Because, of course, fate had a twisted sense of humor. Their third roommate turned out to be none other than Baekhyun.

Their sweet, unsuspecting friend.

Jimin groaned, leaning dramatically against Taehyung's shoulder. "We can't just ditch him," he muttered.