Perfect

Wishful thinking

The room was enveloped in silence as Jin and Taehyung avoided each other's gaze. Jin stared blankly at Taehyung, gathering his courage for what he knew he had to say.

"I want us to stop, Taehyung," Jin finally spoke, his voice steady but filled with rage. "I'm done giving myself to you to be used in a degrading manner, alright? Now, if you've gotten your answer, you can leave."

Taehyung's expression shifted, he laughed as he stood up. "You think you're stable enough to leave me? Look at yourself, Seokjin," he retorted, " Who is it? Is it mingyu? " moving closer to Jin, but Jin pushed him away firmly.

"No," Jin screamed, his voice breaking, "It's you, and don't you dare laugh at me. I'm this way because of you. You've brought me to rock bottom, Taehyung. I can't do this anymore," he confessed, tears streaming down his face as he knelt on the floor, hiding his face from Taehyung's shocked gaze.

"I know you can tell that I'm in love with you, but you choose to treat me so poorly," Jin cried, his voice filled with desperation as he spoke this time.

"Last time we had sex, you left me naked on the couch and didn't even bother covering me up. You're ignorant, selfish, and I hate you so much," he confessed, wrapping his arms around himself as his body grew colder with each passing second.

"I'm so tired, Taehyung. I just want to rest now. I'm so done with hoping that maybe you'll come after me someday," Jin continued. He couldn't bear to look up at Taehyung,

"We decided on this, Seokjin. No strings attached. You wanted us to never cross lines, and I only did what you asked of me. You cannot blame me now," Taehyung's voice grew louder, defending himself,

"Even if we did, you had no right to dehumanize me the way you did," Jin's voice cracked as he confronted Taehyung. "You ignored me, spewed hateful comments in front of my face. Who the fuck do you think you are? You treated me horribly. My omega is in pain because of you. You don't even bother cleaning me up after using me, Taehyung," he said, his breath hitching as he stared directly at the alpha,

"That's what lovers do. But we're not lovers. You said it yourself. I don't understand why you're trying to blame me now," Taehyung replies, his tone filled with frustration,

"We're not lovers, but I'm still a human, Taehyung. You can't be mean to me like this. I'm not some prostitute you picked up from the sidewalk. But every time you have your way with me and then leave me there to rot, that's how I feel - like a fucking slut," Jin yelled, his voice rising louder than before.

He heard Taehyung growl in response.
"Why are you calling yourself names like that? Stop it," Taehyung retorted, frustration taking over his senses

"Please, just leave, Taehyung. I'm done with you. I never want to see your face again," Jin's words were filled with pain, but deep down, he wished Taehyung wouldn't go. A part of him longed for Taehyung to stay, to apologize, and for them to start anew, making love all night and leaving their past behind.

Taehyung pondered it all over again. Maybe if he stayed, they could work things out. Where had he gone wrong? Jin had made it clear they shouldn't get too attached, so whenever Taehyung felt himself getting too close, he pulled back. But somewhere along the way, he must have hurt Jin deeply without even realizing it, causing the omega to push him away.

"Fine, if that's what you really want," Taehyung finally relented,

Jin couldn't hold back his tears any longer as he listened to Taehyung's words yet he nodded silently, his breath catching in his throat as he waited for Taehyung to leave. The room felt suffocating as Taehyung glanced at the untouched food on the table and then at Jin's weakened form kneeling on the floor. With a sudden impulse, he turned away and left.

As the door closed shut behind him, Jin's facade crumbled completely. He broke down, his cries echoing in the empty room. On the other side of the door, Taehyung winced at the sound of Jin's pain. Biting his lip, he hurriedly left the building,

This wasn't how he had envisioned things unfolding when he arrived.

Taehyung made his way to Jungkook's apartment, He rang the bell, hoping that Jungkook would be willing to listen to him. He needed to unload everything that had been weighing him down, and there was no one he trusted more than Jungkook.

As the door opened, Taehyung looked at Jungkook's face, searching for any signs of dismissal. "Why are you here so late?" Jungkook asked, his tone curious.

Taehyung glanced inside and noticed Jungkook's naked form, " Do you have company?"  

"Yes," Jungkook replied, confirming Taehyung's suspicions.

Taehyung walked past Jungkook and into the apartment. "It's Jimin, right?" he guessed, noting the subtle signs. Jungkook visibly appeared confused by Taehyung's observation.

"Of course, you're not good at hiding, especially from me. It's not every day you see Jeon Jungkook get perilla leaves off for someone," Taehyung joked, trying to lighten the mood, but Jungkook didn't seem amused.

"Why are you here?" Jungkook asked again, getting straight to the point, " I needed to talk with someone, and you're the only person I can turn to," Taehyung admitted,

"And you didn't feel the need to talk to me before?" Jungkook chuckled, his tone laced with amusement. "Well, it was kind of a secret," Taehyung replied, his voice devoid of its usual energy. "You mean you and Jin hyung?"

This time, it was Jungkook's turn to look shocked. "Right, us. We were just getting down together, and now it's all over, and he's a wreck because of me."

"Because you treated him poorly. We watched him deteriorate, Taehyung, life being sucked out of him," Jungkook said solemnly as he made his way to the kitchen. Grabbing a few cans of beer, he tossed one in Taehyung's direction.

"Do you like hyung?" Jungkook questioned, settling down beside his best friend on the couch,

Taehyung let out a heavy sigh, his head hanging low. "How am I supposed to answer that? I don't even know myself. In the beginning of our... arrangement, I started to feel something, but like he said, we agreed not to cross lines. So, I decided to keep my distance, to stick to our agreement of just bedroom business. I guess somewhere along the line, I ended up hurting him a lot."

"What are you going to do now?" Jungkook asked, taking a sip of his drink and glancing at Taehyung.

"He doesn't want to see me anymore. I guess this is it," Taehyung muttered dejectedly.

The room fell silent after that, interrupted only by approaching footsteps. Jungkook knew there was no point in informing Jimin now. "Gukk? You left me alone in bed," Jimin complained, entering the living space. The omega caught sight of Taehyung and instinctively hid himself.

"I got drunk, so he offered me to stay, right Jungkook?" Jimin tried to clear the air, but Taehyung just laughed in response. "I already know about you both," he said knowingly.

Jimin turned to glare at Jungkook. "Not me," Jungkook raised his hands in defense. "Jimin, can you please check on Jin tomorrow and make sure he eats?" Taehyung requested. Jimin nodded in response. "Will he cut us off as well?"

"It's likely," Taehyung sighed. "Are you okay?" he chuckled at Jimin's concern. "Yeah, you should've heard his cries though," he mumbled, but the couple caught on.

"Let me crash on your couch today," Taehyung laid down. The echoes of Seokjin's cries lingered in his mind, and after a long time, he prayed.

He prayed that Seokjin was alright, had stopped crying, and hopefully had eaten.