The King's Swan | Jikook |

Chapter 46: When I'm Ready

Jimin searched and searched, but he couldn't find a remedy for his nausea. He realized that this was something he had to bear with for another morning until he was able to talk to Taehyung about this. In Jimin's mind, he strayed away from believing this had something to do with the elixir failing him, so he tried to avoid seeing the son of the well-known doctor. Fearing the truth of what Taehyung would tell him.

Jimin applied a fragrance that blocked out the scent of his alpha, but no matter what, the scent was stronger than before. Jimin finished the bottle completely and still carried the strong scent of his alpha. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, Jungkook's bold scent was still there. As the omega stood in his room, he inhaled the scent of his king still spreading all around him, feeling sorrow weigh his shoulders down. How could he forget the arguments they shot at each other? It was an labored thought that never took a break.

"I-I tried everything... Why is it still here? Normally it wouldn't stick out too much... is it because I miss him?" Jimin spoke to himself and rubbed his puffy eyes. The swan didn't want to think too much about his situation and only longed to find someone he could speak to. "I need to see Taehyung... but he can't know about my symptoms. Who knows if I could die the next week because of this?!" The beautiful boy asked curiously, tugging the sleeve to his sleepwear and looking at the ribbon he had of his alpha.

With the scent of Jungkook filling Jimin's nose again, he began to notice that the ribbon was beginning to lose it's fragrance. Jimin's sore eyes locked onto the folds of the ribbon hugging his wrist as a tear escaped his eyes. Just the thought of leaving his alpha the day before still struck him down heavily. No matter how happy or calm the swan was, the simple thought of the moment was still fresh to his mind. But he couldn't stop crying for more than a second before breaking down again. Realizing that his issues were able to cut so deep into his skin, it left a scar embedded into his soul.

"Jungkook... I want to run to you... but I don't know what to say as of right now... you deserve so much better yet you chose me. I-I... I will see you when I know I need to. As of right now, I don't want to harm you," Jimin whispered and pressed his wrist against his mating mark where he felt the kiss of the soft fabric ease the smallest pains he had over his mark.

Seeing Jungkook at the moment wasn't going to help any of them. They needed to learn their own issues and understand them apart. If they tried to learn it together, they would interfere with each other, distract each other and cause so much destruction. Jimin knew better to keep his distance until he was ready, but the back of his mind kept thinking of his alpha. His body yearned for his king and he couldn't help but to wonder how his partner felt through this depressing moment.

Servants eventually stepped into Jimin's room with his request in the early morning to clean up his mess. Jimin was embarrassed to let his servants know of his condition, but the swan only hoped no one else could know. He was offered tea and a medical infusion after to soothe his nausea, but even the tea was too much for his sensitive senses. When the sun rose that morning, Jimin requested that his morning meal was to be served to him in his chambers. He refused to eat in front of anyone else just to avoid growing nauseous from anyone else's scent. By now, he began to realize that any scent of another alpha other than Jungkook's, was bound to make him feel sick. Since he spent a while crying in his father's arms, it was strong enough to make him feel nauseous in the early morning.

Jimin sat in front of his low table that carried the bowl of his morning meal. The omega gazed at the hot bowl of porridge (Juk) and couldn't help but to tilt his head at the sight of it. He knew this wasn't going to be enough for him, his appetite was bigger compared to before and could only tilt his head to face the servant who stood in his room to tend to his needs.