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A day.

Twenty four hours, spent down through the grains of sand pouring into the bottom of the glass meant to keep track. A living memory of how much had been wasted. Had been lost.

A day.

It seemed like nothing. In the span of a life it truly wasn't.

But they had so much to make up for.

...

A sharp whimper rang through the near empty space, capturing his attention and making his resolve weaken. Because every single time he touched Seokjin, all he managed to do was hurt him more.

There had been no more petals. And he counted it as a victory. A testament that what he was doing was working. Was right. That it was better this way.

But it was so difficult to remember all of the things he should be doing when the other was calling out for him. Saying his name and he knew what he was doing. Didn't need any actual images to be able to see it within his mind.

His beautiful Seokjin, spread out on the soft surface of the mattress, naked and glistening in sweat and slick. Fingers buried inside of his own heat, desperately seeking out release. But it wouldn't be enough. Because his omega knew that there was an alpha near.

They're alpha. The one that had chose them. The one that had they had accepted in return.

Part of him thought about calling someone else. Because he wasn't strong enough to take this. Wasn't strong enough to keep saying no.

But he had made a promise. Had told Seokjin that he would take care of him. Would help him.

Would help him.

And here he was, hiding in the kitchen like a coward.

"Alpha." His entire body shuddered at the sound, and he grasped the edge of the sink, trying to keep his self control from breaking completely. "Please."

The omega was begging. His omega was begging for him. And he wanted to answer the call. Wanted nothing more than to stride into the bedroom and grasp those thick thighs and throw them over his shoulders and -

He was half way across the living room before he realized what he was doing. How many more petals would Seokjin release when they were done? Would the count actually be worth it?

"Alpha." It came again, and he knew that he couldn't resist much longer. Couldn't continue to hold out. He had to do something. Had to find some way to keep himself from giving in. Because all he ever managed to do was hurt Seokjin.

So he forced himself to back away. Moved into the kitchen and chose the outer most wall, letting his back hit the solid surface and slipped down, placing his hands over his ears as if that alone could drown out the sound.

He wouldn't cause his love more pain. He didn't think either of them would survive it.

...

Seokjin was in the shower.

He could hear the water running, a near constant downpour before it would suddenly stop, cut off and the sound of something be submerged would echoed off the barren walls.

He had been pacing. Back and forth across the expanse of the living room, trying to ease away the tension that quickly built within himself. He had been such a fool, thinking that he could do this. That he would be strong enough. That he was a good enough alpha. He wasn't. Not at all. And the more time that went by the more he thought about finding Seokjin someone who was.

But Jin didn't want anyone else. He wanted him.

It would have been easier if he would have just been willing to accept someone else. Anyone else. Taehyung or Namjoon.