"you say it's because of my age, girl, but age ain't nothing but a number"
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a story of which a mother of two finds herself entangled with her son's best friend, jungkook.
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A loud ring of a cellphone, pulled me out from my deep sleep. My eyes fluttered a little as I woke up, immediately being hit by a golden hue casted from the window.
I heard a deep grunt behind me as the phone continued to ring. With one arm still enveloped around me, Jungkook used his free arm to reach out to grab his phone that was on the coffee table by his bed.
"What?" Jungkook deadpanned through the phone.
"JK, man, you have got to help me." Treyvon said. Though his phone wasn't on loudspeaker, I could hear Trey's voice clearly because of how silent his apartment was. "I got women problems."
Jungkook audibly kissed his teeth loudly, once he found out the reason Treyvon was calling at ungodly hours. My ears subconsciously perked up, trying to eavesdrop while still trying to act like I was asleep.
"Bro, it's like 8 o'clock in the morning, that shit can't wait?" Jungkook asked seriously.
"Nah, this shit is serious, I think I got an erectile dysfunction." Treyvon suddenly blurted out and I couldn't help but physically cringe at this newly gained information. Unwanted information, might I emphasize.
"Gross." I whispered under my breath at the sound of my son talking about body parts I didn't need to hear him talk about.
"You just turned twenty. I can assure you, you don't have erectile dysfunction. Leave me the fuck alone, Trey—" Jungkook deadpanned about to hang up but Treyvon plead repeatedly for him not to hang up.
"Listen, man, I asked my dad about it but hes an old man, he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about. But you? You're experienced, you're young— you'll understand what I'm going through." Trey tried to plead his case. "Just hear me out, man. This could be life or death!"
"Talking about your dick at 8 in the morning is life or death now, Trey?" Jungkook deadpanned.
"Yes. Now listen up. You know the shordy I went to see yesterday?" Treyvon asked.
"Nah, I don't know her because you won't tell me who this mystery chick is." Jungkook replied sourly.
"You bet I'm keeping her hidden. I'm hiding her like she's the damn Krabby Patty secret formula— Why would I tell you what local thot I'm smashing? That's embarrassing. Plus, this town is small. If you haven't fucked her, you most definitely know someone who has. Or knows someone who knows someone. I got dignity and pride, ion need to know whose been where I've been." Treyvon huffed. "But that's not the point, man. I go to her crib, I got the rubber on me, she in some sexy-ass lingerie, she got candles n shit but— check this, I didn't even get to touch her."
"Alright?" Jungkook simply said, not understand where this was going. Silence ensued. "What's the problem?"
"I just couldn't get hard. just sat there, talking to her for hours. Willingly. And I got nothing in return. No head. No handy. Nothing. But I still sat there regardless. I think somethings wrong with me. Give it to me straight, it's some type of erectile dysfunction, right?—" Treyvon sounded stressed and I listened to Jungkook scoff a little.
