Alone.
That's what he was now.
Alone and fading. Full of regret and disappointment.
The mark on his neck ached, burned with an intensity greater than any other heat he had ever known. Even stronger and more wild than the one that had led him here.
He didn't want this. Didn't want to be alone. Didn't want to wake from a dream still feeling as though the arms that were meant to be wrapped around him were. Didn't want to feel like his soul was slowly dying at the other's absence.
Didn't want to feel any of it anymore.
...
There was a soft sound of knocking coming from the front door, and he almost answered without even thinking. Barely remembered his current situation and pressed himself upwards, peaking out the little hole to catch sight of who it was.
Only to find the other omega standing on the other side, wearing almost an exact replica of the clothing he had been the day before, hood once more pulled up to cover the stark blond of his hair.
He shouldn't get as excited as he did. Shouldn't feel his heart leap into his throat as he undid the bolt, and then the chain, and finally the lock, slipping the door open and letting the sunlight fall into the dark space.
"Hey!" He didn't know if the joy he felt was because it was Jimin, or simply because it was another human being come to temporarily cure his loneliness. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"Yeah, well, let's just say I felt sorry for a certain fool bunny and agreed to do him one more favor." Or maybe it was because he had never seen Jungkook look like that before. Had never seen him look so broken. So desperate. So anything. Because Jungkook was not an alpha who felt things. Not remorse and certainly not guilt.
Numb. That was the word Taehyung always used. Jungkook was numb. A necessary evil in the world of darkness they lived and operated in.
Except, apparently, when it came to Seokjin.
"Is he okay? Is it over? I mean, I know it's probably not but I -" He spoke rapid fire, his thoughts coming faster than he could control them. It didn't even really matter if it was over anymore. He wanted to go back.
"Should we really be having this conversation in the doorway?" The question was enough to draw him back into himself, eyes darting around to take in their current surroundings. He moved quickly then, sliding to one side and leaving enough room for the other to slip past him. Watched as he instantly seemed to gravitate towards the couch and the little nest he had built there. "Okay, first of all, damn that alpha really knocked you up so well he's got you building nest already."
"I couldn't help it." The weight of the combined blankets pressing down upon him hadn't been quite enough. But it had helped him to at least find some small amount of comfort. "It made me feel safe."
"I know it probably really doesn't feel like it, but you're safe here. The only people who really know about this place are me and Tae. Everyone else who's ever used it pretty much forgets the second they leave." But he hadn't. No, he still remembered each of them so incredibly well. Had all of those memories burned within the back of his mind.
"It's not that I don't feel safe." He supposed he did. Realistically he was aware that there were probably few places he was actually safer. But that wasn't the problem. Wasn't what had his nerves on edge and had him jumping at every single sound. "I need my alpha. And he isn't here."
"Oh sweetie." Jimin had come to rest on one end of the couch, carefully avoiding most of his nest. And he held out his hand now, beckoning him forward.
