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[48]

[Jungkook]

I held my torso that had a heavy feeling to it, like I was holding tons in my stomach, and slowly limped towards my bathroom. In front of my marble sink, I leaned on the counter and just looked at myself. My eyes were red and had a dark shadow under them that definitely showed that I wasn't getting enough sleep. My hair was sticking up in all directions since I haven't gotten out of my bed in the past day or two. But I don't really know. I lost concept of time when I graduated college.

Man, I look like complete horse shit.

I sighed and flinched when the pain suddenly stabbed me in my backside, "Holy fuck, that's..."

My jaw began to hurt at how hard I was clenching my teeth together, and for a second, I even thought that the lower portion of my face would break. I took deep breaths in and out, taking my mind off of the pain, or at least trying to. I used my right hand to turn the valve of the sink, cold water spewing from the faucet. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face, this being my process to wake me up.

I looked at my face in the mirror to see that I still looked like horse shit, but just wet. Ew.

I hissed in pain and held my upper arm with my wet hand as a sharp pain went through my body. I wanted to cry out. It felt like little scorpions crawling through my blood vessels and injecting me with poison that just continued to weaken me. My knees gave out and I was holding onto the counter for support but my arms slowly began to weaken along with my legs. Once my fingertips slipped from the marble counter, I fell onto the cold floor and just laid there in pain, not having the strength to move but not weak enough to pass out.

"W-What.. is this..?" I grumbled in between flashes of pain.

Then a wondrous scent filled my nostrils, immediately easing my pain a little, like my mother. But it was different. It wasn't a flowery scent. It smelt of.. summer rain. A fresh book and it's pages. A chestnut shell. Deliciousness.

Saliva began to form in my mouth at the scent and I gulped. This was familiar.. this alluring smell. This delectableness.

I pushed myself up from the floor slowly, my head spinning in many directions. I closed my eyes and tried to calm the primal feeling inside of me. The alpha inside of me.

I saw myself in the mirror once more but the bags under my eyes disappeared and my eyes were no longer red. It's this scent. I know it.

But what is it?

[Taehyung]

"The number you have tried to reach is  unavailable at—"

I sighed and put my phone in my suit pocket snugly. It's been the third time I've tried to call with no answer.

"It doesn't matter." I reassured myself, "I've gotta head to father's office anyways. I'll just visit Jimin after the meeting."

I exited my apartment, my keys, phone, and those horrid files being the only things in my possession, along with some money that I keep in my phone but that's not important. The stairs seemed harder to go down this morning, like my mind couldn't focus on the steps and instead my mind was racing with thoughts about those cruel, cruel files. I made it to the parking lot and went into my car, turning on the engine with my key. Once the car started, I put my hands on the steering wheel, holding it in my hands tightly. Instead of actually driving, I sat there in the parking lot for about five minutes just thinking about everything that's happened in the past 24 hours.

I shook my head once I thought about the consequences of being late to a meeting with my father and quickly drove to my father's office to attend this meeting.

[after the meeting]

Well that was a waste of my two fucking hours. Thanks, dad.

I already know that I'm one of the only AB successes in the whole world. You don't have to keep reminding me and reminding me.

I sighed exasperatedly and slammed a hand on the steering wheel, angry that two whole hours of my life were wasted on that fucker. I'm not gonna be some comercial guinea pig for the business' success. I value myself way more than that. I'm not just some fucking bitch who you can control like a remote controlled—

"HEY MOVE OUTTA THE WAY!! COME ON!!" A deep, livid voice screamed from behind me along with an offended honk and I immediately honked back.

"CALM DOWN, YOU FUCK!" I screamed back from my opened window and turned right so this person would calm the fuck down, "It's not even that fricken serious."

I sighed through my nose, releasing all of my anger before I pulled up to Jimin's house, not wanting to scare him in the slightest. As the demographic of my surroundings started to change, alphas turning into betas and betas turning into omegas, I knew I was heading in the right direction. I parked my car in front of Jimin's house and walked to his doorstep, lightly knocking on the door because I know that him and his mother wake up fairly late, "Chimmy?"

No response.

He's probably still asleep since he usually goes building hopping late at night. I knocked a little harder but the door cracked open before I could finish my second knock. The door's unlocked? They never leave their door unlocked, it's actually one of Jimin's pet peeves. I poked my head into the house, "Jimin? Where are you?"
 
The house was empty and silent, "Mr. Park? Euijin?"

I entered the house fully since the silence began to scare me. There's no way they could be sleeping after someone walked into their house, they're jumpy people. I went into Jimin's room to see that his room was still the same as yesterday, before we had the morning picnic. His little bed was made neatly and the clutter was in the same place.

"Jimin? Where are you..?"

[author's notes]

All my classes are cool.

I guess.

I'd rather be in lunch. Or my bed. My bed, of course. But eh, what can you do about it?

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Spanish is beating my ass though.