Fate has a design for everyone. There is no escaping it. No changing it. You must follow the path that has been set out for you. No matter how difficult it becomes.
It took two years and countless hours of therapy for him to realize all of his mistakes. Apparently he had approximately the emotional capacity of a tablespoon, which according to his therapist, was not enough.
It made sense, really. All he'd ever had to deal with were ordinary problems. The kind that people of privilege had to deal with. But it had left him incapable of having the empathy to deal with the vast amount of trauma that came along with someone like Seokjin.
In his defense, he handled it how he had been conditioned too. Theoretically, you shouldn't live for someone else. It put an unfair amount of pressure onto that person. But honestly, all Jin had really expected of him was a normal human response, and he'd even been incapable of that.
Jin didn't expect too much out him. He just wanted understanding and acceptance. To not feel like he was broken.
Namjoon had been right. He should have left him alone the first time.
...
'Still alive despite you'.
Honestly the level of pettiness contained in Park Jimin was astronomical. Size wise, it made absolutely no sense. Someone that small should not be able to contain that much saltiness, or hold a grudge for that long.
It was just expected by now. Jimin would send him an email - on what he was pretty sure was some alt account, because he never once answered any of the messages he sent back - on the first and third Monday of the month without fail. Normally that was all they contained. Just letting Jungkook know that his mate was still alive.
He knew it was a form of torture, to know that his mate was alive and for that to be the only information he had. And really, he deserved to suffer like that. He did. He suffered so much.
Sure on the surface his life looked great. He had a fast paced job in I.T. where he had been promoted twice within the last two years. Had recently gotten a new apartment three times the size of his old one. Had purchased a car. For anyone who didn't know better, he was living the perfect life. He went on dates. Ended up in the beds of countless people.
But his entire heart was missing from his chest because without even realizing, it had left along with Jin. Cradled deep inside of his own chest, kept safe from the damage that Jungkook would have done to it.
He was about to close the email when something near the bottom caught his attention. Jimin had sent along an attachment. Something he had never once done before. Part of him didn't want to open it. Realized it was probably just more pettiness. But his fingers moved over the mouse before he could stop them, downloading and opening the picture file before his brain had even caught up.
What he saw took his breath away. A whole new form of torture that he really hadn't expected even Jimin to be capable of.
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Still alive despite him indeed.
...
The worst thing was how he didn't even have anyone to tell. Maybe he deserved that.
No, he did. He deserved that.
He had sent Jimin back a message pleading with him for something. Anything. Even just a 'he's okay' would suffice at this point.
Clearly he was, the photo was proof of that.
He looked so good. Healthy in a way he hadn't before. Happy. God he hoped he was happy. Even just a little. He would gladly be lonely for the rest of his life if it meant Jin could be happy.
...
'He asked me to send the picture.'
Oh. Okay. Apparently the master mind behind his torture had actually been his own mate. That was. Fine. Everything was fine.
'He wanted me to ask for a picture of you, because he doesn't have one. I told him he was being fucking stupid but he just laughed at me.
He laughs now, Jungkook. I just thought you should know that.'
Cool. Cool cool cool. Seokjin wanted a picture of him. By all accounts it didn't make any sense. Then again, he had seemed like a sentimental person, grasping and holding onto what pieces he could.
It wasn't like Jungkook could talk. He still slept with the Mario plush he had left behind every single night.
He went above and beyond just to take this one single picture, going so far as to take a shower and style his hair perfectly. Picking out an outfit that wouldn't scream how his entire social life consisted of sitting on the sofa playing video games and going out and getting laid. In the end he even went out to his car, just to make it seem like a spur of the moment thing.
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The first and only time he had ever truly put in effort when it came to his mate, and it only happened about two years too late.
