BTS Texting FF [Yoongi]

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A/N: Ok b4 we start this filler chapter, I wanted you guys to know that I am going to be writing a Hoseok fanfic based loosely around my life (i'll add more about my future, and i'll be older than i am irl basically) because he seriously does not have enough fanfics. Please go read it, it's called Dear Sunshine.

ALSO I AM MAKING THIS STORY CONNECT TO "MY LITTLE DEALER" BC I'M BORED LMAO, YOU'LL SEE IN A FEW CHAPTERS WHEN THIS IS OVER.

Chae's PoV

Fuck. It's Mark. 

After I asked him a few bogus questions about pizza, I got the fuck outta that phone call, and started packing. 

I really don't want to leave.

But I have to.

If I haven't mentioned before, Mark's dad is the leader of a gang, and they could very easily make me a slave for life. 

So yeah, fuck me right in the asshole.

Currently, I'm all packed up, even the last scent of my perfume is gone, fixed by dirty laundry and Jin's Febreze that they left behind. I already miss Yoongi. It's been less than 3 hours, and I miss Yoongi. Only a few more steps.

Step Two: Delete my kakao, and all texts with Yoongi.

Ok that was easy.

Step Three: Move out of Minah's apartment.

I wasn't even moved in yet, so I'll just tell her to ship it to my parents' place.

Step Four: Call Mark as myself.

I'll leave that one for later.

"Chae?" Minah had picked up the phone, thank god.

"Yeah babe it's me. Please ship my shit to my parents' place, imma stay with them because of your crazy ex. This is gonna be hard, but pretend I never existed. I'll send you money for rent and stuff, but don't tell the boys. Delete any messages with them and me."

"Okay. You are officially batshit crazy."

"I'm not, you know Mark, he's gonna make his dad pull some crazy ass shit. Just-" I sighed, "Just fucking do it before I come and strangle you, arasso?"

"Ne. I'm doing this for you, babe."

"I know."

"YOU WILL CALL EVERY DAY!"

"FINE JESUS JUST CALL ME WENDY OR SOMETHING!"

"OKAY TTYL"

"BYE BITCH" I hung up before she could yell at me for calling her a bitch. kekeke

I hopped in my Toyota Corolla and started driving down to Busan where my parents were. I'll call Mark when I get there.

I sat, silently in my car for 6 fucking hours to get to Busan. That was bullshit on it's own, not even counting the calls I was getting from Yoongi, no doubt wondering what the fuck happened to me and why I wasn't answering. So, I pulled over.

It rang.

"Hello?" I stated in a British accented english.

"Oh sorry wrong number..." He spoke in broken english, and I don't think he knew it was me.

"Oh, it's no problem. I hope you find who you're trying to reach." He grumbled a response and hung up. Lil hoes are always easy to trick.

Well, I guess that was the last time I was going to hear his voice.

*sigh*

It's okay.

At least he's safe.

He'll be better without me anyways.

I love you, Min Yoongi.