Perfect

Love me again

It had been two days since Seokjin had run away from Taehyung. The guilt and fear had driven him to leave, but the pain of being apart was something he hadn’t anticipated. His manager, knowing how vulnerable Seokjin was, had rented the room next to his, responding to Taehyung’s relentless calls and requests to keep an eye on him. Every thirty minutes, Taehyung would text or call, asking about Seokjin’s condition.

Seokjin sat on the bed, staring blankly at the untouched meal in front of him. His manager watched him, concern etching deeper lines into his face.

"Are you not going to eat?" the manager asked gently, breaking the silence in the room.

Seokjin blinked as if coming out of a trance. His voice was distant, almost mechanical. "I need clothes. I don’t have any here. And... I need to nest with all my stuff at Taehyung’s apartment."

The manager frowned, sensing something beneath Seokjin’s calm facade. "Are you going into heat?" he asked cautiously.

Seokjin shook his head. "No, I don’t think so. But I feel anxious and uneasy... It might be because of the bond. I can’t shake off this feeling." He paused, "Can you please get my things for me? I... I need them."

"I'll ask a staff member to get your things. You did tell me to avoid Taehyung, right?" the manager replied with an awkward smile. He wasn’t sure if Seokjin was truly getting better or just pretending to cope. Although Seokjin had been uncomfortable most of the time, it wasn’t as bad as the manager had heard others in his situation go through. Still, he sighed, wondering if Taehyung’s plan would even work.

Pulling out his phone, the manager quickly typed a text to Taehyung, updating him on Seokjin’s condition. He barely had time to put the phone down before it started buzzing incessantly.

"Why does he want to nest? Is it getting worse? Should I come? I'm on my way," Taehyung’s voice came through the phone, laced with panic.

"He's alright, Taehyung," the manager said, trying to calm him down.
"Don’t abandon your plan just yet. I’ll let you know if things get out of hand. Just bring his stuff over for now."

There was a brief pause on the other end before Taehyung replied, "Alright, I’ll have it dropped off." The line went dead with a click, leaving the manager staring at the phone in his hand.

"Who were you talking to?" Seokjin’s voice cut through the silence from behind.

"No one," the manager replied with another awkward smile. He gestured toward the uneaten food on the table. "Finish your meal so I can call the room service."

On the fourth day, Jin was completely distraught. He lay in bed, whimpering softly, clutching the blanket that was heavily scented with Taehyung's scent. Jin buried his face in the blanket, his thoughts spiraling as he clung to it like his life depended on it, which it did.

"Am I wrong?" he whispered to himself over and over. He hugged the blanket closer, trying to find comfort in it, but it only deepened his sense of despair.

When the manager entered the room, the air was thick with Jin's distressed pheromones, nearly suffocating in their intensity. He approached cautiously, "Are you feeling any better?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Jin groaned in response, too drained to even lift his head.

His manager sighed, "I can see you're not holding up well, Seokjin," he began, "I still don’t understand why you’re doing this to yourself. Taehyung clearly denied those accusations and publicly declared that you’re his mate. So why are you so determined to ruin your own life? Do you really plan to suffer like this until the bond breaks? Because the bond won’t die unless one of you does."