About

Sometimes it happens. When you travel, you get drunk on the atmosphere of a foreign land and its unique romance. There are moments when you approach someone you wouldn't normally open your heart to with an unusual lack of hesitation. For me, Bali was that place. During the month I spent there, I met an Alpha named Ethan. We clicked better than I expected, and as we spent more time together, we naturally grew closer. One month. A time that could be considered short or long, but during it, we fell in love. Then one night, when we were moderately drunk from drinking together, Ethan looked at me with eyes more serious than ever and spoke. "I want to be yours alone." After a moment's hesitation, he suggested we imprint. With my mind clouded by alcohol, I couldn't properly weigh the gravity of those words. It just seemed like a good idea. I nodded and lightly bit his ear. That was the end. The next morning, I had a splitting headache. Barely opening my eyes to check my phone, I saw a message saying my mother had been in a major accident and was in critical condition. In an instant, the alcohol left my system. Without time to think, I hurriedly packed and left the hotel, losing my phone in the chaos. I returned to Korea without leaving a single word for Ethan. Fortunately, my mother's surgery was successful, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Then, bit by bit, the memories of that night came back. Right. I imprinted on Ethan. Feeling a sudden sense of dread, I felt the back of my neck. There was nothing. I had left an imprint on Ethan, but Ethan hadn't left one on me. A one-sided imprint. ...So, I had basically imprinted on Ethan and then run away. Is this... what they call a 'hit and run'? The problem was that I had no way to contact him. I lost my phone, and I couldn't remember Ethan's number. I sat blankly in the hospital waiting room for a long time, worrying. I was fine since I wasn't imprinted. But Ethan... would he be okay? Two years passed like that. As time went by, strangely, I began to miss Bali. Eventually, I went back there for a trip. I didn't have a specific destination. Just walking where my feet led me, I eventually arrived at the hotel Ethan and I used to frequent. And there was the private beach. Unlike before, the beach was quiet and almost empty. The only person visible was a single man standing far off. Tall. Skin slightly tanned by the sun. And those unforgettable blue eyes... someone who looked just like Ethan. No way. The man slowly turned his head. My eyes met his blue ones. Uh...? Ethan? [An Omega imprints by biting an Alpha's ear, and an Alpha imprints by biting an Omega's neck. If only one side imprints, it is called a one-sided imprint, and the imprinted party shows strong dependence and obsession toward the other.]