Seeking Alpha
Authour: Charmander
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 17873
Ship: Jimin×Jungkook
Summary:
It was meant to be a "fuck you" to the dating world as Jimin knew it. He was done with dating, fed up with alphas, so he put a message out to the world to say so. How could he have predicted the sweetest alpha ever to respond to it?
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This is it. Jimin’s final straw.
This alpha, sitting across from him at this very moment, blabbing on and on about how many reps he can do and how much his clients love him. He is the final straw. Jimin can’t do this dating thing anymore. He can’t use these fucking apps for find a mate anymore, he can’t meet anyone at a bar or a club, he can’t even deal with the alphas at his workplace anymore.
Too many inflated egos there.
Too many inflated egos everywhere. It doesn’t matter who the alpha is or where they work or how they look, they all think they’re superior and he can’t fucking stand it. They really don’t even have anything to gloat about. They’re not funny, they’re not interesting, they’re not intelligent.
The guy before this one didn’t even understand Jimin’s joke about the mirror factory. Needless to say, he left the date right then and there, and he’s about to do the same to this one. If he has to hear about deadlifts one more time, he’s going to fucking lose it.
If he hears the words—
“And then my bros said—”
Jimin stands up so fast his chair clatters back on the floor, the patrons of the restaurant all looking at him with wide eyes. He takes a deep breath, licks his lips, and pushes a smile onto his face despite his sudden urge to commit a homicide.
“I’m sorry,” he says, winded by his own rage. He sounds like he’s been running a mile. “I have to go. It’s an emergency.”
The alpha blinks at him, dumbfounded—god, this guy is so beyond not memorable that Jimin’s already forgotten his name. “W-What? What kind of emergency?” he looks at Jimin’s phone where it sits on the table, like he’s expecting to see someone calling him or texting him with bad news.
Jimin just snatches it up, his smile sort of crazed, head shaking because he’s just so fucking tired that he’s lost for words. “It’s a personal emergency. Like, a mental health emergency. I actually think I’m about to have a mental breakdown and I’m not fucking kidding right now. I can’t do this dating thing. I can’t go on anymore dates with anymore alphas or I’m gonna fucking lose it.”
He purses his lips, fists clenched into tiny balls in front of him. He breathes in deep, swallows hard, and glances around the room before locking eyes with the alpha again.
“I have to fucking go.”
And he turns on his heel, spinning away from his date and storming out of the restaurant, face burning with a heated anger, his fingers already dialing away on his phone. He presses it to his ear, head ducked down against the cold winds as he waits for his friend to answer. He can feel winter inching closer and closer, biting at his cheeks as he shivers. He didn’t dress warmly enough for this bullshit.
“Hello, boo,” comes Taehyung’s voice from the other end of the line, “how was your date?”
“I’m not doing this anymore, Tae,” Jimin immediately snaps. None of the irritation is directed at Taehyung, honestly, just the world. Jimin is just sick of alphas and dating and mating and bullshit. And maybe it’s directed at his friend a little bit because he is the one who keeps telling Jimin to give it one more chance, just because he found his dream alpha after two shitty dates. “I am not dating another fucking ignoramus like that— I’m losing it. I am actually losing it. I’m not—”
