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Jungkook has been sitting on the couch for the past two hours waiting for Namjoon to come home from the office.He promised ten was the latest he’d be back but now it’s a little past midnight. He would be fine with this if the circumstances were different.
He would be fine with this if he didn’t have a picture of Namjoon with jimin on his lap kissing the other as if his life depended on it. He had gotten the picture from Namjoons assistant, who he occasionally would text to see if Namjoon was in the office so he could surprise him with lunch.
When the message came in the form of an image and not the usual text, he opened it quickly. Only for him to stare at it for 15 minutes just sitting on the couch in shock. He figured the late nights were just work. He always had joked that he wouldn’t be like the middle aged woman whose husband cheats at work and uses the working late as an excuse type of person.
Because Namjoon would never do that, he wouldn’t do that to him. But as he looks at the picture on the twelfth minute, he realizes that he did do that to him.
It’s 12:15 when he hears Namjoon unlocking the door, shuffling to slip his dress shoes off and into some slippers. He’s walking towards the kitchen when he realizes Jungkook's still awake.
“Baby, what are you doing up so late, don’t you have an early class in the morning tomorrow?”
“Today.” Jungkook says. “It’s today now. You said ten.”
Namjoon pauses and turns to Jungkook to Answer back, “there was a bit more work than I expected, so it took longer. I’m sorry kook-ah it won’t happen again hmm.”
Jungkook knew he should have expected this lie. He knew he wasn’t going to get the truth, but he was hoping for something better than “more work” as the excuse.
“I didn’t know that making out with Jimin was what you considered more work.”
Namjoon feels his heart drop to his feet.
“You...wha... how do you...I was going to to tell you I swear. This was the last time that that was going to happen.” Namjoon makes his way over to him, his footsteps rushed in order to get to me quicker. Forcing his comforting scent and trying to get what he thinks to be is a reassurance of the situation, that he thinks he has under control. But Jungkook knows Namjoon better than he knows himself. And he knows right now he’s beginning to panic just a bit, but still trying to seem calm on the outside.
Jungkook stands up before he can touch him, just barely an arms length away. His robe slipping a bit down his shoulder at the quick movement exposing his collar bone and making him feel vulnerable, like he shouldn’t be exposing himself to the person he thought was his forever. He straightens his ruby red silk robe back up and hugs himself to find some type of comfort for what he knows he’ll need after he’s confronted this issue.
“You know, it’s really un-fucking-fair. This whole SITUATION is unfair to me Namjoon. You know that jimin is one of my best friends, and for you two too go behind my back and do this to me... it’s so unfair. I felt like I hung the stars for you Hyung. I did so much to keep this together. I worked on myself for YOU, even though I felt like who I am as a person is okay. I was comfortable with how I was, I was comfortable with just my white t-shirts and black skinny jeans, I was fine with all the piercings in my ears, I was fine with the tattoos. But I dressed the way you wanted otherwise you felt like I would embarrass you in front of your parents. I’m not embarrassed by who I am hyung, it’s always been the other way around. Hmm, why do I do so much just to be in your good graces, or get a simple compliment from you for doing things that YOU want. Why can’t I be enough? Why am I not enough? If you didn’t want an omega like me, you shouldn’t have pursued me and lead me on this long. You didn’t have to go and sleep with my best friend for me to get the hint. I trusted you, I gave everything that I am to you. And for you to just.... to just...”
At this point he just feels so choked up the realization that he gave namjoon his entire being, and the other just returned it back to him in pieces.
“..do this to me. I hate you. I hate you so much. I hate that I still love you even after this.”
He’s on the floor sobbing now, his legs so weak. No, just his whole being is so weak right now. His inner omega crying at the betrayal of his alpha. His vision is blurry but he can still make out namjoon, bending down in front of him, deciding if he should comfort him or not.
Namjoon reaches out to comfort the omega but jungkook pushes his hand away, as if the thought of it just touching him repulses him.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me after you’ve touched him like that too.” The words falling from his lips like a poison.
“Kook-ah... I... I’m... I’m so sorry. I never meant for it to go this far.” Namjoon says voice barely above a whisper.
“Meant for what to go this far?! Us?! Jimin?! The sleeping behind my back for months?! I had a feeling Namjoon. I was waiting for you to be honest with me... but looks like you can’t even be honest with yourself. I know Jimin is better than me. I know. He’s smaller, and cuter, and he’s so talented. He’s my... he was my bestfriend so I know what he’s worth, but apparently I’m not worth that much to him or you.”
Namjoon interrupts him, his voice strained as if he can’t get all the emotions he wants out, like he can’t convey the message just right.
“Kook, kook,” Namjoon grabs him by the shoulders, his hands gently sliding up to cup his face. ”That’s not true. It’s not. Your worth so much baby, your.. your everything, your my galaxy, we can work on this, right?” His voice sounding distant or maybe Jungkooks just muting him out now. Tired from having to go through something he thought was unimaginable.
“Hyung I'm tired.” Namjoon caresses his face so gently it makes him want to start crying again. “You can sleep baby. It’s okay, we can talk later, we can work on this and fix everything later,” Namjoon tries to say reassuringly.
Jungkook lifts one of his hands to place over one of namjoons on his cheek. “No Namjoon-ah, I’m tired of THIS, of us, I’m tired of being something I’m not just for you. I want out.”
Namjoon looks at him so crestfallen. “You..you want out? Out of the house? I can go stay with Yoongi for a few days, if that’s the case. I can give you space kook-ah.. I can do that.” Namjoon knows he’s not talking about space though.
“You know that’s not what I mean Namjoon.” The panic for Namjoon comes in full force now , he’s never planned for something like this to happen so he doesn’t know what to do. And him not having a plan in order scares him even more, but that comes nowhere near a sixth as Jungkook leaving him.
“Please don’t,” Namjoon whispers. Jungkook sighs, he looks at the face that promised him forever and, “I want out of this relationship Namjoon. I don’t want to do this anymore [a/n i don’t want to be the reason why]. Clearly there’s not room for me if you had to go... if you...,”Jungkook swallows hard his throat feeling like sandpaper.
He pushes the hands away that have fallen from his face to his knees gripping pleadingly. He stands shakily proud he’s able to do that even if he feels like he’s been drained of everything he’s had. “I’m done. I think I should move out since your name is signed on the lease. I’ll gather a few of my things, and I’ll come back for the rest in a few days. But after that I don’t want to hear from you or Jimin Hyung.”
Realization dawns on Namjoon that he’s really about to lose everything... his everything. “Kook please,” he says with tears in his eyes. “Please don’t just leave like this, please don’t leave me like this,” the tears finally making their way out, and making him look awfully pitiful yet beautiful.
Namjoons alpha is hurting like no other pain he’s felt before, he can feel their bond unraveling everything they had intertwined. He feels everything and then....
there’s nothing.