Everything sucked for Seokjin.

His dorm wasn't so much of a safe place anymore, it felt. Though it engulfed him along with his bedding, it felt so wrong to wither into the bed and mope around like he was.

The alpha in him was such a damn baby. He hardly even knew Jungkook personally but it still hurt, the rejection. The stupidity of his own actions.

Bun was who he was so worried about, though. Jungkook.

He felt so attached to Bun in a way and it was his own fault, just like upsetting Jungkook was his fault. It's all his fault.

Jungkook wouldn't even let him apologize. He had the chance to do so before Jungkook had left him standing there, but he couldn't form words because all he could worry about was the fact that the bunny was upset with him.

It hurt him. Scared him.

At some point, he felt like a toddler being scolded. He'd never been scolded like that before, and especially not by anyone younger or definitely not on campus. Nobody had ever talked back like that.

Jungkook had a right to do so.

And Jungkook had never seen Seokjin's alpha in action, the wolf refusing to be aggressive near the bunny or force him to stay, so he didn't fight back. He didn't want to scare Jungkook. But he never wanted to upset him either.

"Fuck."

He turned in his bed, sighing as he saw his best friend giving him a weird look from his own bed. "You good hyung?" Yoongi asked, laptop being pushed from his lap. "You've been in bed for like- three days now."

Seokjin only hummed. "My rut is coming soon."

"Your rut isn't until next week," the cat hybrid noted, catching his slight lie.

His rut was coming soon. As if things weren't bad enough, he was going to have his first rut since he met Jungkook— first rut since his wolf found a potential mate— and he'd be mopey the entire time, most likely.

"I heard from Hoseok," Yoongi continued, "Told me you had an argument with that bunny hybrid? What was that all about?"

It was noticeable, the way Seokjin cringed into his blanket. "Don't wanna talk about that."

Rejection is very stressful for werewolves. The sadness, the shame, the fear of not being enough, just like a heartbreak but worse.

Seokjin's rejection was his own fault.

He should've told Jungkook. Should've never been rude to the bunny in the first place, just because he thought he was a big and bad alpha. Sure, Jungkook had ran into him and he totally wasn't watching where he was going when he did, but it turned into such a foul outcome.

Now, he feels like a child for ever making it such a big deal. Then, he didn't care. Then, Jungkook was just a freshman with no name. He was nothing to Seokjin.

Now...

"I think I messed up," the wolf mumbled to his best friend.

Yoongi simply glanced at him, then his eyes trailed off to the wall. "You sure you don't wanna talk about it? You know I won't judge you."

He knew that.

"I'll tell you because I trust your thoughts and opinions," he started, and Yoongi nodded in return. "I met someone online a few weeks ago— maybe a month or two, I don't know. I didn't know their real name or anything. We talked every day and it was so good. So fun... He's so nice."

Yoongi's eyebrows had furrowed by the sudden turn of conversation, but Seokjin sighed the more it sank in.

"My wolf and I really liked this person, honestly. I know it sounds weird, but hear me out... I didn't just— I don't just like him. I only recently accepted this, but my wolf really wants him. Like a potential mate."

"Wait. Are you talking about the bunny? From the coffee shop?"

Seokjin pursed his lips together for a moment. "I met Jungkook on the first day. We don't get along, you know? He doesn't like me and I was rude to him- like- quite a bit."

"Oh, no—"

"I didn't know it was him until recently!" he continued, groaning into his own hands. "I'm such an idiot. After I found out, I kept sending him flowers and shit without him knowing who I was. The reason he was mad the other day was because... well, he figured it out."

Yoongi frowned, his full attention onto the conversation. "You met someone online and you like them— How did you figure out it was him anyways? Why didn't you tell him?"

"He wouldn't have stayed my friend if I had told him, Yoongi. I'd rather stay his friend online than not at all."

"Well, I guess that's... But were you still being rude to him? Isn't that like— I don't know, not what you wanted?"

Of course he didn't want to be rude to Jungkook. Spending days of seeing Jungkook from afar sucked. He saw the younger's smile when he was speaking to Hoseok— he'd heard his little giggles in their voice chat so he'd imagine that voice with that smile.

He wanted to be the reason Jungkook smiled and he wanted to see it up close. Wanted to make Jungkook happy as Kim Seokjin.

"He's such a brat sometimes," he sighed. "He even told me— well, my online account— that he was purposely trying to get a reaction out of me me. Seokjin. And I thought he'd maybe recognize my voice or something, so I acted like more of an ass on purpose, you know, in return to what he did, so he'd never think it was me."

The cat hybrid had his dark eyes set on him, lids hanging low. "I said I wouldn't judge you, but you need to hear this. You sound like an absolute idiot, not gonna lie."

At that, Seokjin rolled his eyes. "You think I don't know that?" He pulled his blanket over his head and groaned yet again. "He wasn't supposed to find out. Like— ever."

"Can't you just be nice to him?"

"Ugh, I can't now! He totally hates me, Yoongi. He even..." He pushed the blanket off and reached to the corner of where his bed met the wall, where the slightly mashed, now unfolded card was. "He did this."

Yoongi eyed it with furrowed eyebrows. "Is that the card Hoseok was telling me about? He threw it at you or something?"

Of course Hoseok told him every detail possible.

"He balled it up, threw it at me, then told me to leave him the hell alone. How could I possibly fix this? He doesn't want to see me. What am I supposed to do? Tell him no?"

"Well, no..."

"Well." He frowned at the card, then turned over in his bed, pulling the blanket back up to his face. "That's why I'm going to die right here in this bed. Good luck in life. Tell Hoseok I'll miss him."

A soft chuckle left Yoongi. "What about Namjoonie?"

"Tell him I'll see him in hell for all the times he bit me growing up."

"Okay, will do." The dorm went silent for only a few seconds before Yoongi decided to speak up again, "And what about the bunny, then?"

As if Jungkook would care if Seokjin rotted away right here, right now.

He doesn't care half as much as Seokjin does. Not even a quarter as much. Seokjin never expected him to, either. He screwed himself over.

"Tell him I'm sorry."

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