Against the Script

Chapter Twenty-One: Flushing Out Fast

***Trigger Warning:  This chapter continues scenes from the previous chapter but it is less direct or triggering.  Still, wanted to warn for sensitive individuals. *** ((HUGS))

Yoongi:

Yoongi exchanged glances with Jaenam as they watched the filming.  He watched Jimin run off crying, and watched a hormonal Jungkook flushed, being humped in turns by the burly alpha men.

"Um..." Yoongi looked around, heart pounding. "Cut! Let's cut there!" He said, realizing no one else was going to call it.

Jaenam and he locked eyes. "I will go to Jimin, you go to Jungkook," the intuitive personal assistant said, and the film professor nodded, and strode to where Jungkook was putting the silk robe on and wiping tears off his face.

"Jungkook-ah?" The omega was flushed and looked spaced out.

"I feel weird." He said slowly, "that was... that was weird, filming that scene." He shook his head and Yoongi led him out of the farmhouse by the hand.

Jimin:

Jimin sat on a rock wall in the woods a little ways off set, and cried quietly while his brain attacked him.

You are letting him fall in love with you, and you haven't even told him the truth about how fucked up you are mentally—emotionally. If you really love him you need to be honest with him. Jimin sobbed, arms around himself as if he fought himself, body wracking.

I love him but I can't think about all that. I don't want to be that fucked up person to him. I don't want to say all those things, think those memories out loud. I don't want that to be real, for that to be who I am.

It's who you are, Jimin-ah, whether you keep it locked up tight inside, or not.

"Jimin-ah?" Jaenam called, dancing over to him through the sparse woods. His eyes narrowed with concern as he took in Jimin's emotional state. Jaenam drew near, put a lithe arm around Jimin's neck, and pulled him close.

"I know it's an upsetting scene." Jaenam said, scent and hands comforting. "But I think you need to come back, and you and Jungkook need to finish up and get out of here." He looked pointedly at Jimin.

Jimin's bleary eyes focused on him, and, taking in his meaning, Jungkookie is going into heat, widened, and started to walk back immediately, wiping his eyes so Jungkook wouldn't know how upset he was.

He saw the omega, scent so thick around him, it was almost visible, like an aura. Jungkook was sitting, trembling, in a director's chair on the front porch of the farmhouse. Yoongi was next to him, head bent, trying to talk to him, softly.

When Jimin approached, Yoongi locked eyes with him.

"I think you and Jiwoo need to film these last few scenes without Jungkook, he's ready to flush out any minute."

Jimin observed his hormonal—he swallowed, unsure what to call Jungkook, even inside his head—and yet you call him yours.

Jimin glanced through the next few scenes, pages of the script flipping, and crouched next to Jungkook.

"Do you want to get these last few things on camera before we break for the week? And then we can leave Jiwoo with the footage and get out of here?"

"Yes," croaked Jungkook, "let's be quick and get out of here."

Jimin nodded, smiled, and stood up.

"Let's get these last couple scenes with Jungkook-ssi, and then he needs to get out of here for the day." Jimin called to the crew.