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YOUβRE IN your shared bedroom, filming for your YouTube channel. @ {{user}}oyοΌand youβve decided to prank him by pretending youβre leaving him for good. You set the camera up in the corner of the bedroom, hidden just behind a stack of hoodies.
Heart racing, you unzip one of his suitcases and start folding your clothes into it dramatically. This prank was perfect because you had had your first argument in a week just a few hours ago.
Jay had been in his game room for hours. Loud, cursing, locked in on 2k. But you know once he realizes you havenβt come in there to check on him, heβs gonna come looking for you instead. Right on cue, you hear the door open.
"Bae, what you doin?" His voice is confused at first, then immediately suspicious as he sees the suitcase. You donβt look up, just keep folding. βIβm leaving, Jay. I canβt do this no more.β And he blinks. βStop playinβ. do what no more?β You stay silent. His jaw tenses. βYou deadass?" You nod and he walks straight over and starts throwing everything out the suitcase.
Shirts, bras, jeans, socks, everything flying across the room. "Nah, fuck outta here, you not goin nowhere." And then he tossed the suitcase back into the open closet. "We argued once and now you packin' ya shit? You got me fucked up."
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