FORSAKE | Kookjin

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A/n : New chapter in their life begins. 

Thank you everyone for the lovely comments. I love reading all of them, although I don't get to respond (I respond by writing more and more for the plot for you guys, haha). And so, I hope you enjoy this chapter as an appreciation for all of your loveliness. It's a bit long. Enjoy!

Seokjin 

He closes his eyes, trying his brain to forgo all the things he saw. His phone rings again minutes later, vibrating.

Yoongi did call two times in the duration, leaving him a message asking if they could talk–that he was sorry. Seokjin scoffed, considering the other man had done everything besides talking the past several days.

But now, there's an unknown caller. Calling him once. Then twice. It wasn't his manager, that's for sure. It wasn't anyone he knew, but it could have been a spam call. Or, probably his bank, which he did not want to deal with now. Annoyed, he swipes the phone, trying to decline, but his fingers hurt from the injury, a slight bit of blood leaking from his cuts preventing him from touching the screen properly. Out of frustration, he accidentally manages to swipe to answer, freezing when the person on the other line calls out his name.

"Seokjin?" It was Jungkook. Why was the alpha calling him? He was hurt, which he couldn't explain, he was hurt why Jungkook had kept it a secret. Why couldn't they just tell him and get over with, so he could have left long before? It was obvious no one liked him. And to have the very person who implied things about his character is laughable.

He stays quiet as the alpha continues to say his name.

"Seokjin? Can you please just tell me where you are? I will come and pick you up."

He doesn't respond.

"Please, I just want you to be ok, please just talk to me?

He scoffs internally. The alpha wanted him to be okay? What a ridiculous thing to say.

"Seokjin, please. Can you tell me where you are? I will pick you up. Please, I just want to make sure you are okay."

"Why does it matter to you?" he asks. Letting out a shaky breath, he speaks, "Why, why do you want to know? What's it to you? Didn't you all have enough? How much more do you want to insult me?" he says softly, slowly,ignoring the curious glance from the driver.

"Because–" Jungkook begins, then lets out a curse, "because you're hurt. You're hurting. You were bleeding, too...and...and you left your things here."

He did leave everything there, and he worries how he will get them back, knowing that his manager would never agree to splurge extra money on him. "I...my manager will have them picked up." A ridiculous lie, but it's the only way he can save a bit of face. He cannot return to that place anymore. To see the faces that consistently punctured his state of mind, leaving him feeling breathless and confused. He hears Jungkook let out a sigh.

"How about, how about you tell me where you are and I will bring all your things there? Does that sound good?"

It does. But he's not sure he wants to see the alpha.

"I will just bring your things and return them to you. That way your manager doesn't have to set up a long trip to get it shipped back. It might get lost in the way too."

He listens, breathing in and out, glancing at the front, where one of the signs say that the train station is 5 km away.

"I know you are hurt. And it's not fair for what you just learned or saw. And I am really, really sorry about that. I am. But please let me help you."