Bts ff {{junglook}} Mafia's girl

drowning

Six weeks, six weeks since I've seen Jungkook, Three weeks since I was sent a security video of Jungkook telling all of his friends that he would make me fall for him, three god damn weeks since I was sent a information of how Jungkook killed my parents.

I lost my friends, I'm no longer part of my gang, they kicked me out, for not showing up or talking to them. I can feel myself slowly breaking apart. Memories flooding back into my head every time I close my eyes.

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I lean my head against the headboard, crying for the fifth time today. My phone, blowing up with missed texts and calls from Jungkook. But I don't care, I cant believe I fell for that, I cant believe my best friends would just give upon our friendship...

 "I need to get out of here"

I whisper to myself turning over on the bed. I hear the old train on the rails as it goes past the apartment window. I try to drown out any emotion that I felt so I could go asleep....

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Wheeling my suitcase out of the airport I stop and wait for a taxi. I have withdrawn everything out of my bank account and changed it into dollars, I'm moving away from all the problems and mistakes that have happened in Seoul, in South Korea. I've bought myself an apartment, bought a car. 

I look down at my phone, feeling the Vibration in my hand. 67 new missed calls and texts from Jungkook . I switch notifications off  as I get into the taxi. Never again do I want to see your face Jeon Jungkook, never....

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The noise of the door clicking as I turn the handle, Opening my apartment door I walk in. Trailing my hands along the granite Kitchen counters, I walk along the hall, down to my room, I leave my suitcase on the ground, jumping onto the bed, my eyes brewing with tears.

"What have you done to me"

I cry into my pillow, letting myself fall asleep.

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Jungkook

My hands grip onto the steering wheel, driving up the road to Y/n's shared house. She hasn't been answering any of my calls and texts and I have mixed emotions, anger, confusement, sadness. What happened, did I do something, It's been six god damn weeks I deserve an explanation.

I get out of my car, storming up to the door ringing the bell, it opens quick enough. Rose gives me an annoyed look while chewing gum, looking like a cow.

"Your bitchy girlfriend left two weeks ago, don't know' don't care, now go unless you wanna come in and talk with us and have some fun now that she is gone"

Rose pushes her arms closer together across her chest trying to get me to look at her non-existent cleavage. I take my gun out and push past Rose into the main living room where all the girls are watching Netflix......but no Y/n.

I shout at them forcing them to tell me everything that happened leading up to Y/n leaving.

"She locked herself in her room for two weeks, we heard her crying and tried to go in and comfort her but she didn't let us"

I heard Jennie call Y/n a bitch under her breath, I pulled the trigger, shooting her in the knee. She screamed in agony. I stood up and called for some one to bring them back to the house for questioning. 

"Before you all come with me I suggest you spit out the rest"

I shouted pointing the gun at them. Jisoo coughed getting ready to speak.

"She didn't come down to eat so we forced our way into her room, she was on her bed crying, we got in an argument about us barging in, we called her a bitch and said that she should just leave because we were never her friends, then that night she left, we don't care, you'll find more information by yourself"

Jisoo rolled her eyes, just in time my men walked in taking them away to their van and driving off down to my house.

I take this time to search Y/n's room, slowly I open the door, I can feel an off tension. I see the bedsheets messed around, tissues everywhere, I looked at the polaroid wall over her bed, half of the pictures missing, I look for the pictures of us together as a couple. Most of them aren't here, the ones left have me scribbles out or rips where I'm meant to be. Looking down at the pillow I see mascara  marks and stains all over the pillow, she's.........she's been crying......