FORSAKE | Kookjin

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Seokjin

Seokjin doesn't know how he maintained his sanity. It's only several days after that night that he realizes Yoongi had kept him from leaving that night by using his Alpha authority (and he only learned that because he had a lot of time to think about being holed up in the room).

He managed to avoid everything and everyone, despite hearing Mrs. Jeon bitch about what suddenly got into him whenever he would go to eat his once a day meal (it was a habit, starving himself whenever he was stressed or anxious, and unfortunately he couldn't bring himself to change given the circumstance). Since morning, Yoongi and Jungkook's friends were in the house, helping with the planning. Just hearing them reminded him of what everyone thought of him.

So, he only prayed for the time to go fast so he could leave the next morning. He was ready and packed, all he needed was to get his transportation set up, which he searched but couldn't find anything that he could afford. He looked at his bank account, the money he was paid for his previous assignment cut down due to his rent and bills, leaving him only 100,000 won. He wanted to cry. Not to mention that his credit limit is close to maxing out.

Wearing a simple outfit, he studies himself in the mirror. He looked decent. Decent enough to not display that he was dying inside. That he was going delirious. Out of his mind.

By the evening, when he walks out, the party is full of festivity, people are drinking and chattering, with Mr. and Mrs. Jeon laughing out loud, talking cheerfully. Yoongi finds him by the corner of the stairs, and wraps an arm around his waist and let's go with a squeeze, subtly putting on a show for the audience.

"Hey," the producer greets.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't feel like walking further either, wanting the staircase to support him a bit, but people get curious and come to greet him. Few recognized that he was a model and that he was supposedly Yoongi's boyfriend, and came to talk to him. The alpha left in the process, going over to other party guests, while he awkwardly made small talk as best as he could with his heavy heart as Yoongi's "former and fake" boyfriend.

He doesn't know how he makes it, but he guesses it was due to the alcohol that he lets himself go a bit loose. After dinner, everyone sings and dances after Mr. and Mrs. Jeon receive warm compliments from a few of their special guests.

Now, he is back in one corner in the garden, away from most of the audience, chatting with a few alphas, which he believes were Yoongi's cousins. Laughing, making jokes, talking about god knows what. He doesn't even register an arm around him, around his shoulder, as he relaxes into the wonderful scent and touch.

"Hey, what's all the fun about?"

Seokjin snorts as his mind conjures up everything that happened in his life–all tragic and laugh-worthy. Still, without realizing it, he sighs into the embrace, trying to take a sip of the wine, before it stops mid way. He turns to see Jungkook beside him, taking a sip of his wine. Why is he doing that? Blushing, he pulls away despite his omega protesting inside.

"I was just telling Seokjin about the time Yoongi's voice cracked when singing in our family talent show."

As if the retelling was funny, Seokjin let out another loud laugh again before shushing himself for being so loud. "Sorry," he whispers. He vaguely hears the group calling him "cute", but all he gathers is Jungkook's presence beside him. Why was the alpha here? The man, if possible, scooted closer, laughing beside him. "Yeah, that's why he only raps and produces."

"Jungkook is the singer in the family," one of them says.

"He's a handsome policeman and a talented singer. Hey, Seokjin, he can be a model, too. How about you get him in."