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j.jk | 1 | Never Again

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Summary : Be wary of what you're wishing for.

𝕹 𝖊 𝖛 𝖊 𝖗  𝕬 𝖌 𝖆 𝖎 𝖓  

〖Music | BGM : Someday, My Cinderella Will Come ◎ Instrumental / Piano ver | Kagamine Len | Play on Loop〗

Coming home late from work did nothing but agitate him more. He's been doing tons of practice for the upcoming concert in few days time, and he certainly has been stressed out for the past following days.

He really doesn't have any time for nagging.

"Where were you?"

Nagging that came from no other than his girlfriend, [Y/n].

Closing the door shut with an audible groan, Jungkook faces her. A look of annoyance etched onto his visage as he gave her a lopsided scowl.

"Practice." The girl stares at him, dumbfounded yet with sarcasm.

"Jungkook, it's an hour past midnight." He rolls his eyes at her statement, throwing his bag somewhere on the couch. "Your point?" He hums out loud as he shrugs his jacket off.

Jumbled words flew out of [Y/n]'s lips, but she made one statement clear enough for him.

"I was worried. I didn't know what happened, you weren't answering your phone and—"

"Well I'm here now, aren't I?" He tried his best to make it sound gentle, but it apparently sounded a whole lot harsher than he intended.

Almost as if he didn't care.

"You needn't call me, I thought you knew I always come home late." He adds up, not sparing her a glance as he continued his way to take his pajamas from the wardrobe.

He hears her let out an aggravated sigh and from the corner of his eyes, he sees her sitting on the bed. Hands across her [c] locks.

"I know but I told you, I was worri—"

"Well I don't need your worry. I am capable of being by myself, I know how life works around."

He was beyond pissed by now.

Goodness, all he wanted is a good night sleep. Yet here he finds himself retorting back to constant reasons [Y/n] has ready for him.

"Jun—"

That's it.

"Why are we even having this argument? It's the same every night, isn't it?!" He exclaims, slamming the doors of the wardrobe shut as he turns around sharply to narrow his eyes at her.

You can only stare at him in shock.

Your fists clenched, your gaze hardened.

"Are you trying to say that you're tired of me?" Your question was simple, and he furiously nodded his head, effectively taking you off guard.

"Yes!" Jungkook groans, "Every single fucking night, [Y/n]! For fuc—you're not my mother, stop nagging!" He shouts, clothes clenched tightly in his fists. All he sees now is red.

You gape at him, heart dropping.

"Well I'm sorry for worrying my ass over you!" You retort, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him glare at you.

"I don't need your worry! I'm tired of you. In fact," he stops to take a deep breath in. His action making you suck in your anxiousness.

"Get out of this place! I don't want to see you ever again! My life's already such an ass, I don't need you wrecking it all over."