Soul Mates | Jinkook ✓

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"There's my baby. I was starting to get worried."

"I'm sorry, Kookie. I was out with Jimin and Taehyung." Another one of the unmentioned sins he had started committing in the dark was video chats. Nightly Skype calls between him and Jungkook that would sometimes last for hours. Dragging his phone around the house had become like second nature. He'd even gotten a portable charger, just so he wouldn't be tethered down.

"It's okay pretty boy. Jimin's still being himself, huh?"

"I know he's just worried about me. That I'll get hurt again. But -"

"He's just looking out for you, Jinnie. I broke you. Even I don't understand why you're giving me another chance."

So far they had stayed away from what happened before, silently agreeing to as fresh of a start as they could possibly get. But the wounds of the past had turned into the scars of today, and sometimes there was no way to get around it.

"You did." Jungkook had broken him, it was true. "But in your defense, I was already cracked when I came to you. It was never going to take much."

"But I should have been the one holding you together. Putting tape and glue on the cracks. All I did was make it worse."

"I won't lie and say you didn't make it worse. But some of those cracks were so big and so wide I don't think anything could have fixed them. One of the things my therapist helped me see is that maybe I needed to shatter. I had tried holding it all together for so long and I was just... I was so ready. If it hadn't been you it would have been something else.

But here's the thing, just because something shatter's doesn't mean it's rendered useless. It just means it needs to become something else.

So I changed. I learned to start viewing the pieces that had broken off as things I didn't need to hold onto. And to start shoving all of the things I did onto the biggest portion and use it as my foundation. As it turns out, even broken things can regrow."

"When did my mate get so wise?" It was impossible to keep his voice from cracking, despite the way he tried to hide the tears that were currently threatening to fall behind his arm, thick black fabric shielding his face from the camera's view.

"You can thank Namjoon, actually."

"Wait... Namjoon is your therapist?" When he said he volunteered to be Seokjin's therapist, he didn't actually think he was serious.

"Yeah, it was a little awkward for me at first too."

"How did that even happen?"

"It's - did Jimin ever tell you what happened? After I left and you sent them to find me?"

"Tae told me a little but... fuck, Jin, you're gonna hate me."

"If you're not ready yet then we don't have to talk about it right now. We can wait until you are. Even if that time never comes."

"No I am. It's just -" Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to try and gather his thoughts, before slowly lowing his arm away from his face, using it instead of push himself upwards. "After you left, I spent so much time thinking I was the victim. God, it was so fucking pathetic. I just walked around thinking about how unfair it was. Why did I have to get such a broken mess of a mate anyway? How did I deserve that?

What's worse is I did exactly what you said. I spun it into a sob story to anyone who would listen. You should have seen all the sympathy it got me. First my mate was defective then you turned all my friends against me."

It hurt. It hurt so incredibly much to hear those words coming from Jungkook's mouth. Of course he had done those things. It only made sense, really. Who wouldn't have?