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Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Sun, ocean, parties to the sound of the surf

Jungkook was tired of easy victories. Omegas fell at his feet, and each new meeting quickly lost its flavor. He wanted something different, more complex, more exciting. That's why he and his friend got a job at one of the best hotels in the country. Here, among the rich and spoiled guests, he hoped to find someone who would touch him to the quick.

The party on the ocean shore was in full swing: loud music, the light of garlands mixed with the reflections of torches, the smell of cocktails with white rum, laughter. Jungkook lazily slid his gaze over the crowd when he saw him.

An omega with bright blue hair, dancing barefoot on the sand. A light linen shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a thin neck, warm skin with a light golden tan, lips sparkling in a smile. He moved easily, freely, as if the wind was playing with his body, not the music. People gathered around him, enchanted by his grace.

Jungkook froze. Something inside him trembled. He was used to beautiful omegas, but this one was different. There was something incomprehensible, elusive about him. He didn’t try to please - and that was what attracted him even more.

“Who is he?” Jungkook blurted out.

Hoseok only chuckled: “It seems you’ve finally become interested.”