My Love is a Star (BTS Suga Fanfiction)

118. Make-believe

YOONGI's POV

"Damn you, Jeon Jungkook. You just wait. You haven't seen the worse of me yet."

I revved the engine a couple of times, matching the rage that was burning me alive. Once I drive this bad boy out the gate, there is no turning back. What I feel now isn't some childish jealousy. I am not jealous, to begin with. Jealousy is when you want something that's not yours. Therefore, this is me being territorial, protecting what's already mine.

I am coming back with Rozie, that's non-negotiable. Jungkook and I being in civil terms, that I can not promise. He should have known that there are boundaries that should be left uncrossed. Whether he did it on purpose or not, that's the least of my concerns. I come to claim ownership of what's mine if I haven't made that clear enough in the first place.

My hands were both fired up with wrath and disdain and so I wait no further. I shifted the gear to drive and began swerving the car down the curb, but before I even reach halfway through, someone suddenly popped right in the middle of the road. I quickly stepped on the brake, putting the car to an abrupt stop. If it wasn't for my expert driving reflexes, I would have sent this idiot flying down the lane.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, hammering my hand hard on the hooter. I was fuming. Of all the possible times to come across a moron, why the fuck now?!

I might be drawing too much attention already by all this noise I'm causing, but this lunatic does not seem to get that my blaring horn implies Get the fuck out of my way.

I blasted at him some more but the dumbass just stood unnerved, not even flinching at my urgency. Anger prickled my skin. My temper was already intractable.

"Michin saekkia! (Crazy bastard!)" I exasperatedly rolled my window down, really aggravated by how my patience is being tested at this very critical point in time. I was hanging by a thread, trying to convince myself that I'd be serving some jail time if I do entertain the irrational ideas floating in my head.

I would have been out of Gangnam by now. God damn it!

"Bikyeo." (Get out of my way!) My good manners have been flung out the window and I don't give a shit. Don't make me drag you to the side with my bare hands.

"Get out of the car." The man replied, demanding in a stern voice.

What?! 

His face was shaded by the shadow of the gingko tree nearby. His voice was familiar but I was too furious to put up a guessing game in my head. Not going to lie but there was so much command in his tone that I find very distasteful but intimidating at the same time. I despise it. Nobody's ordering me around here.

"The fuck do you think you are?! Neo juggo sipeo?! (You want to die?)" I threatened unwaveringly. My foot was itching to step on the gas wanting to run this motherfucker over.

This guy has the guts to be domineering with me. I have no room for toxic masculinity. I'm saving all my energy for the long drive so I could get my ass to Busan and this sick fuck is holding me up. 

"Ya! Nan i jenjanghal sigan-i eobs-eo. Gileseo kkeojyeo." (Hey! I don't have time for this shit. So, get the fuck out my way!) My voice shook as I brimmed with hostility.

"An deullyeoI? (Can't you hear me?) I said, get out of the freaking car." He remained unfazed despite it all. I was appalled by his aggressiveness, but he's no match for me. No one tells me what to do. I am the boss of me.

"Fine. I warned you." I hissed, revving the engine again, ready to put this psycho into the silence he deserved. 

However, the loony was up for the challenge. He began stepping toward the light and as soon as he was in full view, he slammed both his hands onto the hood of my car.