Jeon Jungkook, a drug addict for life they say. When there's a new transfer student, Choi Y/N, things change for him. And not in the way he's planned for himself.
Y/N's life crumbles when her parents tell her she's moving. She leaves her boyfriend...
| may i leave you physically, but never mentally. | ( this has a lot of pov shifts bare with me 🧍♀️ )
Y/N POV Buzzing woke you up, from the side of your, no Jimin's pocket. You pulled out your phone, maybe you being awake scrabbled your thoughts but you had forgot to check the caller ID. "Hello?" You let out in a grown. Shuffling in Jimin's embrace, your hand went up and ruffled your hair causing it to get more tangled. "Honey is that you? We've been waiting a while now." You recognized that voice you hated dearly. You turned to look at Jimin sleeping peacefully, you hate doing this to him, even harder because he had done everything in his power to make sure you two had the best day yesterday. You pulled a random sharpie you had lying around, grabbing his hand softly and writing softly on his skin. 'I'm sorry for leaving you like this, i'll wait for you.' Writing a heart next to the word 'you' you got up fixing his hands, placing them in his lap. You remembered you were on the phone, keeping your voice low to keep Jimin asleep and unaware of what was happening, "I'm on my way." Hanging up, you clutched your phone harshly. Walking away from the sleeping man with regret, a tear fell from your face and landed down on the ground. Man was life taking a turn for the worst, and it was just beginning.
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Maybe you had imagined yourself with a suitcase before, but not like this. You and Jimin would finally be independent, and move out of your parents house and you'd both have a life of your own. Jimin would have rented an apartment or house and you'd live there for all eternity, but fate, or whatever that was had different plans for you. You sucked up your tears trying to pull your suitcase out of the doorway. Finally getting it to pull out of the small hole, the wheel broke off. You sighed, worst timing too. Life probably hated you right now and you were okay with that. Fuck you too then. You laughed, your mother always taught you not to curse and when you did do so, you were maybe thirteen at the time so she would wash your mouth with soap. Pointing an imaginary middle finger up at her while her back was turned you laughed to yourself again. You were, really weird. Maybe that's why Jimin loved you so much and you loved him. You remember the disturbing thoughts of the popular girl at school when she found out you and Jimin were dating. She had pulled you by your hair into the girls restroom and started beating you. That was probably the first time you saw him get angry at someone. Sometimes you really loved his psychopathic side of him, something you saw rarely but loved. You grabbed your suitcase lifting it and placing it in the back of your dads trunk. You opened the door, slamming it on your way inside. Your mom also taught you to never slam the doors. It was considered bad behavior. You had known asking your dad or mom if you could stay with Jimin's parents was an instant no. They both hated the pair of parents, because they were supposedly a bad influence on you.
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JUNGKOOK POV "April, do you have any more?" He asked the girl leaning against the brick wall, same as him. She shrugged, "Depends, how much you payin' me?" She tilted her head so he was in her view. Jungkook pulled a few crumbled bills out of his jacket pocket. "I've got 40, how much will that buy?" Jungkook no longer leaned against the uncomfortable brick wall, he stood beside April, his drug dealer-hook up. He wasn't really friends with her, but he'd occasionally call her up to have a smoke together or a drink, or maybe just even a hook up. Jungkook had clearly expressed this was a no string relationship but April didn't really seem to understand that, because a little in over a month of knowing Jungkook she'd fallen for him just like every girl in school had before her. Thankfully Jungkook never caught on. "Maybe a 4 pack?" She pulled out a single cigarette box, waving it around with her fingers. "I could give you a discount you know-" her voice cut off when Jungkook grabbed the box from her fingers opening the box in a rush. He pulled out the white stick, placing it between his thin lips. He pulled out his lighter from the behind of his jeans pocket, lighting the end that stood out of his mouth.
"Hand me the other boxes." Jungkook let out a puff of air, the stick now between his pointer and middle finger. April giggled before shaking her head lightly, her black hair shaking along with it. "I want a kiss first." Jungkook rolled his eyes at her response, finding it bland and un-amusing. He blocked her way of moving or shifting from the brick wall, his muscular arms had her trapped. One of his arms, the right one, his hand went away with the wall to make contact with her chin. April tried not to smile at the way he was acting. Rough. Jungkook slammed his lips onto April's. There was no passion in the kiss, neither love or feeling. Nevertheless, April tried her best to ignore it, ignore the aching in her heart, that was. Jungkook let out a breath of air as there lips disconnected. "Okay, now where's my stuff?" She sighed, pulling out the boxes and tossing them to the floor. "Good night Jungkook." And she stormed off. "What the hell..?" He stared at her figure fading in the distance, while picking up the thrown boxes off the floor and into his pockets.
Y/N POV "Y/N! We bought a house beside a kid who's the same as you! Isn't that wonderful?" No it really wasn't. You looked around the room pilled with boxes and whatnot. "I don't like it." You tossed your phone down on the table sitting in front of the already placed down sofa. Once your phone mad contact with the table it made a hard bolted sound. You tossed yourself onto the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. Your mom looked over at you with her mouth open wide. You lifted your back off of the couch, enough to grab your phone off the table. Ah right, Jimim. You unlocked your phone, scrolling thru an infinity of contacts and messages until you found "babiee❤️." With a shaky thumb, you pressed it. You two were so cringey, but his friends loved how you both were couple goals, and whatnot.
me ; sorry for taking your clothes me ; at least ill remember you right :) ??
he replied almost immediately as if he had been waiting for a text or call after leaving him alone.
babiee❤️ ; its okay i liked them better on you anyways
You sighed at the bland response, no emoji, no feelings felt from that text. You wished Jimin was here with you. Ruffing your hair a knock was heard against the door. "Ah that must be our neighbors!" Your mother dropped everything she had scurrying over to open the door. "Y/N get over here!" You could hear the irritation in her voice so you went up to greet them. You mumbled something underneath your breath as you neared your mother. "Y/N, this was the boy I was talking to you about! I think you two will be great friends!" Rolling your eyes you looked over to who she was pointing to a second ago. "Hi! I'm Jungkook's mom! He's really been needing a friend and I hope you'll become great ones!" You almost gagged at her enthusiasm. The so called Jungkook finally looked up at you. Brown doe eyes, black hair, thin lips and a strong jaw. He was a very beautiful one at that. He saw you staring and he smiled slightly, he waved at you, parts of his bangs going to the side as he did so.
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