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Keona was stretched across the bed, bonnet on, when her phone lit up with a DM notification. She clicked it and froze.
TheShadeRoom had posted a fresh clip. King Von, hoodie low, chains catching the light, a drink in one hand. And some chick glued to his side. Her arm was wrapped around him like she owned him. He didn't push her off. He was laughing, talking right in her ear.
The comments were ruthless:
"Ain't this man cuffed??"
"Keona better than me, chile 💀"
"Von look single af lol."
Keona sat up, jaw tight, and screen-recorded the whole thing. Her thumbs flew.
Keona → Von (10:44PM):
You out here clownin me?? TF is this??
Von → Keona (10:46PM):
Bruh... that's nuthin. She a fan. Ion even know her.
Keona → Von (10:46PM):
Cap. A "fan" all in yo ear? On yo hip like that? You look real comfortable.
Von → Keona (10:48PM):
Man stop reachin. I was bein cool, dawg. I'm not finna slap no random girl inna club.
Keona → Von (10:48PM):
Nah Von. You was bein friendly. Don't sugarcoat that shit.
She tossed the phone down, heat crawling up her neck. By the time Von walked through the door at 11, the whole apartment felt like it was vibrating with tension.
He kicked off his shoes, chain still on, hoodie halfway unzipped. "Aye," he muttered, glancing at her.
Keona stood up immediately, phone in her hand like a weapon. "Nah, don't 'aye' me, Von. You on TheShadeRoom lookin' single as hell while I'm at home lookin' stupid."
Von exhaled hard, pacing. "Bruh, you doin' too much."
"Too much?!" She cut him off, stepping closer. "You let some random chick hang on you like that while cameras everywhere. You think that's respect? You think that's love?"
His jaw tightened, eyes sharp. "I TOLD you what it was! She grabbed me. I ain't touch her back. Why you tryna turn nothin into somethin?!"
"Because you don't give a damn how it look!" Keona snapped, voice firm. "You think I'm about to sit here and play wifey while the world watch you play friendly? Nah."
Von's temper spiked. "Man, y'all females swear y'all perfect. You actin' like I cheated on you in yo face! It was a picture, Keona. A fuckin picture!"
"And that picture tells everybody I'm a damn joke!" she shot back. "You embarrassin' me, Von. Point blank."
He stepped right up to her, chest heaving. "You sound dumb as hell. I'm out here fightin' real battles and you worried about blogs."
She laughed bitterly in his face. "Don't spin it. You worried about lookin' like the man in the club more than you worried about me."
The words hung in the air like gunpowder.
Von stared at her for a long second, lips pressed tight. Keona grabbed her phone, her fingers moving fast.
Keona → Von (11:32PM):
I'm good off you💯
The text whooshed out. Von's phone lit up instantly. "Keona, stop playin wit me," he said, voice dropping. "Don't do that. Don't act like you gon leave me over some goofy shit."
But her face didn't flinch. She turned away, sat back down, and put her phone on the nightstand.
When Von pulled out his own phone to call her, the ringing cut short. He tried again. Straight to voicemail. He typed out a quick message.
Von → Keona (11:35PM):
Answer yo phone.
Von → Keona (11:37PM):
Deadass Keona quit playin.
The bubbles turned green.
Von stared at the screen, fury rising in his chest. For once, it wasn't the streets, or ops, or drama in the club that got under his skin it was the one person who knew exactly how to make him feel powerless.
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King Von Imagines
FanfictionLLKV I noticed there weren't a lot of imagine books dedicated to him so I decided to write a few of my own. I am taking requests, but let me know your opinions! REQUESTS ARE OPEN
