bts texts ✉️ (1)

Possessive (Jungkook #9)

Jungkook: How are you?

You: Sorry, got a new phone. Who are you?

Jungkook: Stop pretending.

You: I really got a new phone.
Unless you're my ex-boyfriend, please introduce yourself.
Wait, Jungkook?
Get the fuck out!
I'm not getting another phone again!

Jungkook: I'm really sorry, Y/N. At least let me apologize!

You: I know full well that if I let you in to apologize you'll lure me with your pretty words and I'll let you into my little heart again.

Jungkook: She came on to me!

You: You didn't say no!

Jungkook: I was drunk!

You: I don't care. I'm blocking your number.

Jungkook: You can't just leave without a word! You can't just pack up and leave our house and my life!

You: This isn't the first time! Stop being so self-centered!

Jungkook: Where are you going now, then? To Eunjeong's? Or to freaking Jimin's?

You: Neither. I don't want you to be able to find me. I'm taking a train out of the city back to Busan or something.

Jungkook: What?!
You can't go there alone. Your parents are dead!

You: You can't decide what I can or cannot do, Jeon Jungkook!

Jungkook: Where are you going?

You: You don't need to know.

- You have blocked this unknown number -

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It was a rainy night, and you were pissed drunk in some bar for the third time that week when you arrived Busan on that damn train which cost so much and cramped your muscles.

You were pole-dancing with some ladies you had met in the last couple of days at the bar, familiar enough with them to be okay with dancing like that in front of them.

It was loud. You were drunk. It was perfect.

You were even giving a small show to the onlookers that sat on the bar stools, all of them businessmen looking appreciatively at you and your new friends' bodies, twisting this way and that around the metal poles along with the music.

It was all good, and it got even better when a new customer entered the already-packed pub with his face unshaven and expression miserly. "Oh, my dear, dear ex-boyfriend! How lovely to see him here!" you cooed drunkenly to one of the girls with you on the raised platform with the poles. You walked towards him confidently in your stilettos, nearly falling to your death from tripping on thin air, before meeting Jungkook halfway (he had lunged forward towards you as soon as he'd recognized you) and being caught neatly in his arms as he fell to a crouch on the floor with you in his grasp.

"Y/N," he said down at you.

You looked up at him. "Nae?" you grinned lazily at him, trying to poke the area between his furrowed eyebrows curiously (but missing entirely because your eyes were crossing).

He caught your hand before you stabbed him in the eye with your painted nails. "Don't you ever dare walk out on me like that again."

What little defiance you had left made a reappearance, and you struggled in his hold, "Listen here, you cheating bastard-" you were pitifully interrupted by his cold stare.

"And don't ever dress like this in front of any man alive."