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."

"I'm average, you've just had shitty friends your whole life,"

"I gotta pack my stuff. I'll go to your's in a bit," I utter, "Okay, see you soon Kookie,"

I hang up the call and put my phone onto my bed. I begin to pack my stuff.

♡

I hug a tub of 45p vanilla icecream to my chest, crying whilst I lick the ice cream off of a big serving spoon.

Jimin sighs, "Com'on Kookie. Don't cry over him. He was a dick,"

"He was my dick! He always stayed with me and now he's gone!" I sob scooping up more ice cream onto the spoon.

He wasnt your dick. That coctail sausage between your legs is your dick, Namjoon was just a controlling prick,"

"Cocktail sausage? It's bigger then yours dickhead,"

"In your dreams."

"You're tiny compared to me, ask Tae," I mumble trying to fit the whole spoon in my mouth.

"Tae only ever saw my dick once and he'd be on my side,"

"He would not. Why can't Tae protect me from Namjoon?" I whimper changing the subject again.

"Because the only thing that can protect you from Namjoon is getting the fuck away from him,"

"I don't wanna get away from him. I barely even remember being able to function without him,"

"Well that's gotta change," He stands up and holds out his hands, "Gimme the ice cream. You gotta pull yourself together,"

"Noooo," I swat his hands away with the spoon hugging his blanket around myself.

He groans reaching down to take take the tub from me, "Go away!" I whine squirming around trying to protect my icecream.

"Don't get that on my sofa or I swear Jungkook," He says trying to reach for it.

I whimper letting myself fall onto the floor with the icecream.

He gets his hands on the tub trying to pull it from me, "Why!?"

"You need to get yourself together! Give me the ice cream,"

"I don't wanna get myself together!"

"Well you need to!"

"Why!?"

"You're acting like a child!"

"I'm acting like a sad person!"

"Which is ridiculous!"

"Is not,"

"Fine you be a sad sap but youll regret it,"

"Why would I...?"

"Because I have my ways,"

"What do you mean?" I mumble incoherently clutching onto the blanket for comfort.

"I happen to be owed a favour by someone who can influence you easier than I can. And I know he can stop you mourning the loss of a complete douche,"

"Is it Namjoon...?"

"No you pillok,"

"I don't care then,"

"Fine I'll give him a call,"

"Fine," Jimin leaves the room with an evil chuckle.

I pout taking another spoonful of ice cream as I wait for him to come back.

Jimin p.o.v

I step into my room dialing Taehyung's number, I look in the mirror sorting my hair as it rings.

"Hello, one sexy mother fucker speaking," Taehyung hums picking up the phone.

"So you know you owe me a favor?" I ask not bothering with any small talk.

"Yeah...?"

"There is a dumb ass on my sofa eating ice cream and moping about how Namjoon kicked him out. Make him feel better, "

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Jungkook. Im talking about Jungkook. Come make him feel better,"

"Namjoon kicked him out!? Why!?"

"He found out that Jungkook was working out and that he got a job offer as a stripper,"

"He got a job offer as a stripper? When? How?"

"Yes. The other week. And I put in a good word for him,"

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"You weren't together then,"

"We were never together, wait how am I supposed to fix him?"

"Well he's your boyfriend. Be coupely with him,"

"How'd you know we're dating? Besides, you know I can't do coupley stuff,"

"Jungkook texts me every second of his life. He told me when he got on the bus. And you better sort him or youll be dating a dead guy,"

"How though!?"

"Snuggle him. Kiss him. Compliment him. I don't care just do something,"

"... Does snuggling feel good?"

"Of course it does."

"How?"

"It's comforting. Like a better hug,"

"I don't really hug, I don't get it,"

"He likes hugging."

"You think I'll like it though?"

"I do. It's nice. Now get your ass down here before I end his life,"

A/n. How often should we update this?