Taehyung groaned, rolling onto his back. “Jimin… wake up. My brain feels like it’s been deep-fried.”
Jimin
Jimin stirred, blinking blearily. “Why does the ceiling have a whale?”
Taehyung
“I think it’s a future thing,” Taehyung muttered, rubbing his temples. “Or maybe we’re dead.”
Jimin
Jimin sat up, groaning. “If this is the afterlife, it’s got bad taste in decor.”
They both sat in silence for a moment, trying to piece together the previous night. There had been a party-no, a family dinner.
Jimin’s aunt had insisted they drink, to “celebrate new beginnings.” There was laughter, a lot of toasts, and then… blank.
Taehyung checked his wrist. A thin silver band glowed faintly-a biometric bracelet, standard in this era. It pulsed with a new icon: two interlocked rings.
Taehyung
“Uh, Jimin?” Taehyung nudged his friend.
Taehyung
“Does your wrist look weird?”
Jimin
Jimin squinted at his own bracelet, then yelped.
Jimin
“What the-no, no, no, no! This is the marriage bond icon! Why do I have the marriage bond icon?!”
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