Perfect

Nobody gets me

The next morning, Jin stirred on the couch, feeling every ache and discomfort from the awkward sleeping position. As he slowly blinked his eyes open, he registered the chilly air against his bare skin. It dawned on him that he was completely undressed, with no attempt from Taehyung to cover him up.

Letting out a groan of discomfort, Jin gingerly pushed himself up, his muscles protesting against the movement. He winced as he stretched, trying to alleviate some of the stiffness. The memories of the previous night flooded back, accompanied by the throbbing headache. He had a photo shoot for Calvin Klein scheduled for today, and he knew he couldn't afford to be in such a sorry state.

With a sigh, Jin rubbed his temples in hopes of easing the pounding in his head. But amidst the physical pain, his heart felt heavy. After Taehyung had finished last night, he hastily pulled on his pants and left without a second thought. Jin watched him go as he always does, the same question lingering in his mind,

"Why does he treat me like this?" Jin whispered to himself, his voice thick with emotion as tears welled up in his eyes, He sniffled, unable to hold back. Before he knew it, he was having a breakdown. It had become a routine for him now.

Feeling worthless and discarded aside weighed heavily on Jin's heart, eating away at him bit by bit each day. He had fallen head over heels in love with Taehyung, so when the alpha suggested they have casual sex, Jin had eagerly agreed, thinking it was his chance to have part of Taehyung to himself, a part that he can call his. But now, looking back, he wished he had turned away, said no. The pain he put himself through wasn't worth the shot,

All Jin wanted now was to distance himself from the situation. Gathering himself up from the floor, he stood up and wiped away his tears. Lighting a cigarette, he hoped it would offer some relief from the anxiety swirling inside him.

"I don't think I can keep doing this," Jin whispered to himself, trying to comfort the part of him that still held onto hope for Taehyung's love. It was a feeble attempt to brace himself for the inevitable hurt to come.

Jin skipped breakfast again, feeling overlooked on set as he sat in the makeup chair waiting for his cue. With thoughts of Taehyung consuming his mind, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, wondering what he lacked. He had money, looks, and a degree. Why couldn't Taehyung see him as his omega?

"Jin, you're up next," a staff member called out, snapping him out of his thoughts. Rising from his seat, Jin shook off the intrusive thoughts. When he was on set, he felt most like himself. Despite the sacrifices his job demanded, he loved what he did. He had worked hard to reach his current status as a model.

Understanding well the stereotypes that came with being an omega in his profession, Jin paid them no mind. As a staff member removed his robe, revealing his naked form, Jin instinctively covered his chest with one arm. The other model, an alpha, approached, eyeing him curiously as they prepared to begin shooting.

Jin had to shoot in nothing but in an underwear and get into intimate positions with the other model, mingyu. He is a popular Alpha model.

"Can we hang out after this?" Mingyu asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. "We could have some fun together."

Jin smiled politely. "I'll pass," he replied, declining the invitation.

"Guys, no talking," the photographer interrupted, directing Mingyu to put his arm around Jin's waist and pull him closer. "Rest your face on his nape," he instructed, capturing the shot.

As the session wrapped up, Mingyu spoke up again. "Not just for fun, but for a date. I've been waiting for you to give us a chance," he confessed.

Jin shook his head gently. "I'll have to decline. I'm already in a situationship. But we can still be friends if that works for you," he offered, smiling at the alpha.

"Well, I suppose I'll stick around," mingyu remarked as the photographer called an end to the session. Mingyu kindly wrapped his jacket around Jin's body. Perhaps if Taehyung wasn't taking up all the space in his head, he would welcome such a gesture.

"You're really beautiful, by the way," Mingyu complimented, causing Jin to blush. It had been a while since someone had complimented him in person. Shyly, he looked away before replying, "Thank you. You're quite handsome as well," he added with a small smile.

" Alright, then I'll see you around," With a nod, Mingyu bid Jin farewell. As he walked away, both of them couldn't help but feel discomforted, knowing that their conversation might have been recorded for behind-the-scenes footage. It's better to have such conversations in private.

After a draining day at work, Jin trudged back home, his stomach growling loudly. Despite the hunger burning him, his thoughts were consumed by Taehyung. Would Taehyung come to see him again today? Should he text him? Jin quickly dismissed the idea. He had decided in the morning to distance himself from Taehyung and his friends. That's why he had purposely ignored their group chat all day. He wondered if anyone had noticed his absence, though it didn't really matter to him. Despite being part of the group, it never truly felt like his own. It was Taehyung's to begin with.

Collapsing onto the couch, Jin found comfort in the lingering scent of Taehyung that seemed to hang in the air around him, his omega thought of the alpha as his, he's the only person he had been having sex with for a year now. In the beginning, Taehyung was nicer to him. It's almost as if he caught onto Jin having feelings for him and decided to distance himself from the omega.

If Jin could just manage to stay away from Taehyung for one day, maybe he could make it through another. He desperately needed to keep himself occupied, but his schedule for the week was clear. Nothing ever works in his favor. With a heavy heart, he shuffled over to the kitchen, his thoughts were a mess, the hunger was tugging at his consciousness, but no, he couldn't allow himself to eat,

Pouring himself a drink, he found himself feeling the drink burn his insides. Before he knew it, he had finished the entire bottle, yet he still felt as sober as ever. "Nothing works," he whispered, tears stinging his eyes as looking at an empty bottle in front of him,

As a last resort, Jin reached for the sleeping pills he had tucked away in a drawer. He hated relying on them, but giving into his circumstances, he swallowed two pills with a glass of water. After a while, he collapsed onto the couch and closed his eyes, allowing the pills to lull him into a sleep. Finally, he could find some peace, forget about Taehyung, and the hunger, and everything on his mind that wouldn't let him stay awake in peace.