I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! Fast paced
Where Jungkook is straight, or so he thinks. All of his roommates are gay, in happy relationships, but... in love with him.
"Can't believe that brat just called us friends."
"I'd r...
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I make it down stairs without alerting the others, pulling a suitcase behind me. I wipe the tears off my cheeks as I throw my things in my car. "Just gotta get my phone," I whisper, heading back into the house. I reach out for the phone on the coffee table, stopping at the wallpaper.
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"Why are you dressed," I hear Jimin's voice, followed by sounds of agreement. "What's going on bub?"
"I'm," I whisper, cutting myself off. I wipe my face, turning off the phone and sighing, "I told y'all that I'm leaving." I pocket my phone, trying my hardest to contain the sob that is clawing it's way out my mouth.
"Did we not show you how much we need you," I hear Namjoon cry out. "I'd like to think we not only told you but we showed it as well! We made mistakes, but we are human! Stop punishing us for this one thing, it's selfish!"
I didn't expect to get angry, I thought I'd just cry when I got away. I did not expect to see red, but that sentence felt like an undeserved slap in the face. "SELFISH?! You don't get to call me fucking selfish when I finally do something for me! SEX IS NOT LOVE! I may not be experienced with it but I am not stupid. You all showed me nothing," I whisper the last part, before taking a deep breath and letting my tears fall. "It's not new for you all to tell me you love me, you have always said that. So, yes I'm leaving."
"You know that we don't just want you as a fucking toy! Damnit Jungkook," Taehyung shouts back, "HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO CHASE YOU?!"
"What," I croak out. "I have never asked you to chase me!" I spin on my heels to face them. They gulp, I guess it's because my cheeks are red and my face is wet. "I never asked. I COULD HAVE AVOIDED ALL OF THIS! YOU COULD HAVE AVOIDED ALL OF THIS! Why are you all flipping the script?! You think I'm not scared? I HAVE SEEN ALL OF YOU CHEAT ON EACH OTHER, AT LEAST ONCE IN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS!"
"We have changed," Jin scolds.
"NONE OF YOU HAVE! Taehyung and Jimin just stopped getting back at each other. I hear Yoongi and Hoseok fight a lot. And you and Namjoon pretend like you are perfect. News flash, I'm not a fucking princess, if y'all can cheat on each other and be assholes to each other what the fuck is stopping you from doing so with me!?"
"EVERY COUPLE FIGHTS," Yoongi yells, "WHY DO YOU WANT US TO BE PERFECT?!"
"I'm not asking for perfection! I am asking to be left alone so I can reflect. Yes, I want you all, I love you all. That doesn't change the fact that a bitch is in pain, it doesn't change the fact that this is dysfunctional. We are like a faulty grenade, bound to explode, yet the pin is still in. And I am so damn tired of risking our relationships trying to delay the inevitable event. If you don't want me when I get back, then okay, I don't expect y'all to wait for me again." I fish my phone out of my pocket, I grab Taehyung's hand and place it in his hand, "password is all caps, JNYTHJ. I left you all a video, was going to send it but I changed my mind."
I hurry up and go to the door, "can we at least get hugs," Hobi asked, "or will that be a no?"
"If I hug you, it's real." I quickly leave the house, and hop into the backseat of my car. "I'm ready Jung-Hyun."
"Alright little brother, are you sure about this? I don't think this is the way."
