Jungkook's POV
(Y/N) couldn't sleep, so we stayed up watching movies in the living room. I stroked her hair as she laid her head on my lap.
My phone lit up on the arm of the couch, I picked it up and read the text. Anger bellowed inside me.
I patted (Y/N)'s head.
"Jagi? Can I get up? Just going to the kitchen to get water," I whispered.
"Okay," She sat up.
I walked into the kitchen, calling the number. Thankfully the movie was too loud for (Y/N) to hear me.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Stop texting us!" I whispered harshly. "I know who you are, now. And I'm sorry for what I did. But it's over now, it wasn't meant to happen."
"Jungkook...," She whimpered.
"Goodbye Lisa," I hung up with a deep sigh.
I leaned against the counter, staring down at my phone.
I need to fix this.
Oh yes, don't forget to vote, my frien!
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