Strippers Boyfriend - Vkook

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I walk into the apartment still smiling since the bus stop, "Namjoon you here?"

"Yeah, why?" He asks moving in front of me, "Wanna get a takeaway? I'm in the mood for a curry," I say with a smile.

He shakes his head, "How long did you think you could hide it?"

"Hide what?..." I say my smile dropping, "Working out, dancing, being a fucking stripper,"

I swallow a lump in my throat, "It's not what you think...."

"Really? Cause I think you completely disregarded the rules of you living here and just did whatever the fuck you want,"

I look away, "n-Namjoon... You know this is all I ever wanted..."

"I don't care Jungkook. I saved you from that shit and in return you disrespected me,"

"I meant no disrespect and I didn't nead saving, "

"Good 'cause I'm never helping you again, have fun selling your body, living on the streets fucking whore,"

"Im not a prostitute! I just followed my dream. What's so wrong with that?!" I say my voice cracking.

He rolls his eyes not bothering to respond, "Pack your stuff,"

"Namjoon- Hyung please dont do this to me!"

"You should've thought about this before you disregarded my final warning,"

"Please. You cant kick me out," I hold his arm desperately.

"Don't touch me," He shoves me away harshly, "This is your fault Jungkook, take responsibility for your actions for once,"

"Namjoon please," I mutter my eyes stinging with tears, "Stop begging, it's pathetic."

"I'll do anything. Just please let me stay. We've been friends for years..."

"And now, thanks to you, we're not. Well done, you managed to fuck up the last good part of your life,"

"Don't say it. You dont really mean it," I whisper, "We both know you've had plenty of chances, I'm done with you you gay piece of shit,"

I move past him my head down, He ignores me, leaving to go to his room.

I go into my room closing the door behind me, a small sob falls from my lips.

I slowly crawl over to my desk taking my things off of it before reaching for my phone.

I dial Jimin's number bringing it to my ear, "Jimin...?" I mumble once he'd answered the phone.

"Kookie? Whats wrong? Are you crying?"

"Namjoon kicked me out..." I stutter trying to stop crying, "That fucking dick. What did he do that for?" Jimin says softly.

"He found out about the job offer and Taehyung helping me work out,"

"Beat his ass he is such a dick. Oh my god I hate him,"

"Can I come over?"

"Of course you can, grab some belongings and come staight over,"

"Thanks Jimin," I hold back a whimper shoving as many of my personal items and some clothes into a backpack as I can fit.

"You're welcome just be sure to be tidy," He says grinning, "Shut up, I'm the cleanest person you know,"

"Still though. I want a tidy place ok?"

"It'll be tidier by the time I leave,"

"Good," Jimin hums. I wipe my nose on my sleeve, "You're a good friend Jimin."