|| I'm Not Sorry - DEAN || If you said you don't see me now Watch me go on and act a fool Hear me when I say I'm sorry No, I'm not sorry I'm just getting started And my life's a party So I'm turnin' up _______________________ ♣ ♢ ♛ ♢ ♠
[Jungkook's POV]
It's been about a month now.
I've gotten myself tatted up. I got tattoos on my right hand, a sleeve on my right arm and also some on my chest. Just because I felt like it.
To soak up the pain, I had been back in my old habits. The habits that had always help me get through shit. I couldn't waste any more time on some bitch that never loved me. I had to get back to business.
I've been drinking every night, at the clubs and making my money.
I was at a strip club with the boys, except Taehyung of course. He was a good boy.
The three of us sat at the usual VIP area of the club, stone as fuck. Having hoes throw themselves on us, made me forget about missing her.
Women were all over us, and sitting on our laps, as I take a puff from the blunt in my hand. But I could care-less about these women, they were nothing but objects to me.
I was too busy focusing on blowing smoke rings out of my mouth. I don't usual smoke weed, but these past weeks, it became like my daily in-take of vitamins.
"I was so high yesterday. When I got home and parked my car, I accidentally threw my keys out in the garage and went to sleep on the living room floor, when the couch was right there." I said, bursting into a laugh. "This morning I was going crazy, losing my damn fucking mind, looking for my car keys."
Jin and J-Hope were already laughing, before I had even finish what I was saying.
Then I passed the blunt to J-Hope, who was now on the floor laughing hysterically. I couldn't help but laugh again.
Everything was just so funny to me. I could hear Jin laughing, sounding like windshield wipers.
"Bro, don't even..." J-Hope chuckled, wiping the tears in his eyes, as he sat up on the floor. "Last night at the club, that fine girl I was with started looking like a fucking teletubby to me. I couldn't focus on any shit she was saying."
J-Hope burst into a tearful laugh, as he once again fall onto the floor. Jin and I, laugh along with him. For some reason J-Hope always ends up on the floor.
"Nah bro, I was so high last night, I kept seeing things in the house, and ended up getting a panic attack." Jin said, giggling. "You sure, you don't got any ghosts in the house?"
There was a short silence.
But soon J-Hope and I bursted into a loud laugh. We couldn't help but die of laughter, clapping our hands, at Jin's experience of being high from last night.
We were most definitely fried out of our minds, that night.
"Are you saying the people we killed are haunting us now?" J-Hope chuckled, his face was going red.
"I was high as fuck. But I don't know man, it seem real to me." Jin laughed then went on and on talking about some shit, I can't even understand. But I just laughed anyways.
I swear I think I'm seeing things too.
"You're already fucking baked bro." Jin said, as he sees me rolling another blunt. "You'r eyes are literally bloodshot right now."
"Nah, I'm fine." I chuckled. "J-Hope—" I look back onto the ground where he was, and realized he had passed out.
No wonder, it's been quiet.
I felt on overdrive. I needed another blunt. I pulled my lighter out of my pocket and lit the blunt. After two puffs from the fat blunt, I hand the blunt towards J-Hope.
"Here bro." I said, handing the blunt to J-Hope on the floor. "Bro here, it's your turn."
"Bro, nah...you're too fried." Jin said, as he laughed. I laughed with him, even though, I didn't know what he's laughing about. But then I looked back down and realized J-Hope is passed out.
I completely forgot.
I really had my hand out towards J-Hope for a long while, waiting for him to take it already.
I bursted into a loud laugh. I couldn't stop laughing, as I cross my arms over my aching stomach. This was probably the funniest night of my life.
I was feeling the effect of the drug take over my body. I was feeling so happy, so relaxed and mellow, as if I didn't have no stress in the world.
This is what I've needed. These past weeks all we had done is go to business meetings, and some instances had turned into a shoot out. Luckily enough, we were all fine and managed to gain money out of it.
Now as I turned my focus on the woman on my lap, who I forgot was even there, I suddenly grabbed her face and kissed her. I aggressively made out with her, touching her in every spot, woman want to be touch. Then brought her to the back room to finish it off.
This is all what I ever needed. My money and my hoes.
I live my life like this, because it's all I ever really knew. I was going to turn it all away for some girl who ended up playing me at my own game.
I may have not given her everything she deserved, but I was making money, allowing her to live lavish in my mansion. So she should have been appreciative.
I was too busy these past weeks making good money. I had no time to be thinking about that lying bitch.
I could care less if she was with her man now. Who ever that fucking man is, he can have her.
I'm out here with my hoes. I can get any woman I wanted. They were willing to drop down on their knees for me. So why should I be thinking about some dumb bitch.
I should have known. Women in my life have come and go. But money had never once left my side.
This is why I plan to never ever take my focus out of this business ever again.
I had ordered my men to keep finding y/n's whereabouts. And once they do. They need to immediately bring her to me.
I will make her pay. Make her suffer. Make her regret for ever leaving me.
I thought I was sorry for what I had done to her, but I don't think I was ever sorry, after all.
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