Soul Mates | Jinkook ✓

9.0

Author's Note: More childhood trauma because I really had to put Jin through it this time. 

He spent the night in his old corner, crying as quietly as he possibly could. No one bothered to say it when he came crawling back, but he knew they were all thinking the exact same thing.

That no one wanted messed up people like them. Even their so called mates eventually turned their backs on them. And really, who could blame them? Those who walked in the light didn't deserve to be tainted by those dwelled in the darkness.

He waited until he knew Jungkook would be gone before going back to the apartment, cursing the fact that he had thrown out his suit case. He stopped by a discount store on the way and bought a cheap back pack, knowing that everything he owned would fit inside.

Entering the apartment felt strange. Like he no longer belonged there. In truth, he probably never had.

The dishes from the night before were still in the sink and he sighed softly before doing them, leaving them to dry in the rack. Jungkook didn't deserve to come home to a mess.

Going into the bedroom, he took in the messy state of the bed and made it as well, before carefully taking his things out of the closet and beginning to fold them, sliding them one by one into his pack.

He thought about leaving a note, but what was the point? Jungkook knew where to find him. At least until he could manage to find another job.

Locking the door, he slid the key into the gap beneath it, before heading off down the hallway.

Pretending to be normal had been fun while it lasted, but it was time to return to the life he was fated to.

...

Jin had still been gone when he woke up that morning, and he desperately wanted to go out looking for him. But the truth was he really didn't even know where to begin. So he had drug himself through his morning routine, praying that his mate would have returned by the time he came home.

Only to have his heart shatter when the first thing he saw was the key laying near the door, a gleaming reminder of what had been lost. Yet the dishes were done and put away and the bed was made. All of Jin's things were gone - exactly what he had come with. Only the Mario plush was still on his side of the bed and he felt himself crumble at the sight.

Fuck. He fucked up so fucking bad. Jin had trusted him with something from his past - which apparently was even worse than he had ever imagined - and he responded by looking at him like he was some sort of monster. Really, would he have mourned the loss of someone who had basically used him? Who hadn't ever really cared about him? Jin had told him his father had left them for another woman, that he had always been like that. And apparently his mother hadn't been much better.

That had only brought then upto eleven. There was still half of his life to go.

There was no note, no number left behind for him to call. But of course there wouldn't be. Jin didn't have a phone. His only hope was -

- Going to the fridge, he glanced at the paper that hung from it, with Jin's work schedule for the next week written on it, so that Jungkook would know where he was when he came home. He worked tonight, but it seemed too soon. Maybe he needed time. Or would that just make it worse?

Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck. He didn't know what to do.

But he knew who would.

...

"So let me get this straight. He tells you this - by the sounds of it - incredibly painful memory, and you basically do the one thing you promised him you wouldn't?"