Asian Hip Hop/R &B One Shots

Junoflo ☻ Angst pt1

"You're over reacting Sam "

Y/N huffed with arms crossed, leaning on the door to your shared restroom as you tried to talk to your irritated boyfriend. 

"IM NOT OVER REACTING! IF I WANTED MY  NIGHTSTAND CLEANED THEN I WOULD HAVE DONE I MYSELF. BUT NOW THAT YOU 'CLEANED' THEM, I CAN'T FIND THAT FUCKING PAPER AND ITS DUE TODAY. WHAT TYPE OF ARTIST WILL BIZZY AND TIGER SUNBAE THINK I AM?"

"I  don't know, babe. I was just trying to help you! I don't get to see you a lot anymore so I thought  it'd be nice for you to come home to a clean room." You tried to remain calm has hard as possible.

"I NEVER FUCKING ASKED FOR YOU TO HELP Y/N. NEXT TIME, JUST STAY OUT OF MY SHIT, He said as he slammed the door shut, leaving you flabbergasted. After a good minute in shock, you snapped out of it and slipped into bed. You thought that if you give him the night by himself, he'll get over it. 

But oh, were you wrong. Once you woke up the next morning, there was not sink on the bed. no wrinkles on the right side of the sheets. You got up and made your way to the kitchen, where you saw Sam in his clothes, munching on a banana, putting on his shoes. 

You tried to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he pulled away, looking at you in disgust as He continued to tie the laces of his Converse.

"Juno, come on. I was simply trying to help and I said I'm sorry. "

However your apologies made no difference in his attitude. He sped to the door to avoid your look, bringing a breeze as he slammed the door.

You were in your last year of school and you were living in hell. People would constantly pick on you since you were dating the oh so famous Junoflo.

You had just finished Business Law and was walking home. Normally, Sam would pick you up but you doubted he would pick you up since he hasn't pick up any of your calls.

Then you heard the familiar sound of heels clicking and hung your head, only to be pushed up again by Na-young and her 2 satanic friends behind her. She scanned you from head to toe and said

" What's the matter, trash can? Did your sugar daddy break up with you?"

Suddenl, you mustered up some courage. You rolled your eyes and boldy said

"He is only ONE year older than me Na-Young"

She gasped and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Since when did you start talking back you little shit?!", she exclaimed as she shoved you back against the wall.

You made your grip tighter on you bag, only yo have it snatched away by the 2 other girls. You tearfully watched as they dumped everything out right in front of you.

"Your only relevent because Sam is living that young, rich and famous life. Know your place next time, bitch."

She released her grip on you and walked away, with her 2 minions following suit. Your tears started falling like a stream as the sound of her hells started to fead. You began to messily stuff all of you papers in your bag, and once finished, ran all the way home.

You immediately walked past the living room and ran upstairs once you got home, not even noticing Sam sitting on your couch. You slammed the door and slid down the door frame, releasing sobs covered by your hands.

Sam nearly fell as he jumped off the couch, hearing the echo of your muffled sobs. He then started to regret his actions, thinking he was the reason for your tears. He made his way to the door and knocked softly.