Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

36

The award exhibition is today. And also the same day we celebrate Baek Eunha's birthday. Technically it's in three more days, but I won't be in Korea because our third world wide tour kicks off tonight here in Seoul.

Outside the exhibition the press had lined up for our arrival. I made hearts with my fingers as we stopped for pictures. It blinded me but I couldn't stop smiling. Many people waited hours to catch a glimpse of us so I made sure to brush all their hand together with mine as I walked. I hate when we cannot take photos or interact much.

Some of them had signs in the air that had 'Happy Birthday Toodles' or Kookie's Maknae. We were led inside the super awesome looking area that looks like Emerald city but platinum. Big balloons floating up and down at the very end is a wall filled with every award we've won, solo or together as a group.

"Kookie, look."

A buffet? Other tables full of goodies?? I pull my food monsters, Tae and Jimin over to a chocolate fountain. We simultaneously reach for a strawberry but dropped it once we got yelled at. "Mess up your outfits, I'll murder each of you," a stylist threatens from afar while standing with our other stylists. They're like the only ones wearing all black like a stage crew.

Jiwon is awfully silent today. She said near nothing while making adjustments to my wardrobe. When usually she talks more than a parrot.

Wait, if she's there...

I rushed across the room to pull her aside.  "Where is my young dependent?" I asked. Her brows furrowed as she sarcastically looked at her sides.  "Um your dependent is here?"

Hell no. She's the only thing wearing a sailor princess dress. I run back across the room to reach my bodyguard that happens to be alongside each of the other members guards as well. He saw me from a mile away and only put his hand on my shoulder. "I know you seen her." I tell him and he smiles half heartedly, pointing under the table that hold's literally every fruit in existence.

I go into a crawl in position and lift the table cloth. As expected, Baek Eunha sat crosslegged munching on chocolate marshmallows. "Hey."

"Ohmigod!" My head wacked the underside of the table after I realized Jin is sitting across from her also eating away the night. "Seokjin, what the hell are you doing under a table?"

"So you're not asking her the same question?"

"Are you turning three too?"

"At this certain time..?" He gestures to Eunha who nods aggressively. "Yes." She answers in between chewing and swallowing. "Baek Eunha, why are you hiding?"

"You said nay chocolate. I ask Jin and he said yay."

I raised my brow at Jin, "don't be a buzzkill Kookie. Eat some berries." He holds a strawberry from a plate set in between them. He brings it to my lips and made airplane sounds while I raised my brows higher. I couldn't refuse so I bit on to the fruit like a child. I smacked him on the shoulder because it was making me laugh while chewing.

"We need to get out of here."

Eunha nods, quickly her chocolate covered hands landing on her dress but I squeaked, "wait." Again at the speed of sound, my head wacks the table after my ass was slapped from the outside. "Ow!!" I grunted, backing out from under the table, Eunha's body firmly on my grasp I lift her to stand up.

It was Taehyung who slapped my butt.

"Daring of you to have a dessert party under a table without me."

"You're welcome to now." I say and grab napkins off the side and start cleaning Eunha's hands and mouth. She reached another snack though I firmly slapped her on the wrist. "Your tummy is going to hurt later, I know you too well."

She pouted and crossed her arms, stomping her foot once. "Don't start." I threaten. She flinched and nodded.

I smiled, feeling successful on stopping a potential tantrum. Gentle parenting is all me until she pulls one tiny stunt that tugs my hair the wrong way, a foot stomp. Those set me off to demo mode. 

"Any minute now," A member of the staff whispers in my ear. I nod and pick up Eunha, then pass her to Yoongi.  "Hold her for a second," I left before he could answer.

Jiwon is looking so depressed I cant ignore longer. Truth is I can't be speaking to her in events but now that everyone is distracted by Baek Eunha's upcoming birthday song I can approach her.  "Is there something wrong with your fit?" She asks like a robot following it's routine.

"Is something wrong with you? Why are you so quiet today, it's terrifying."

She sways softly, moving her neck like if she's trying to crack her neck.  "So I need to tell you," she fixes the collar of my trench coat to straighten it out.  "This is my final hour as your wardrobe stylist, as a BigHit employee."

I blinked, confused.  "You're quitting?" 

"I got an offer to intern for Salvatore, in Italy for a year. I technically stopped working on Monday, but I wanted to dress you all for the exhibition. I'm leaving tomorrow."

My smile faded almost immediately.

She is leaving? Jiwon touched my arm to automatically look at her, I can feel my tears welling up. Every thought of abandonment came back to me like a tidal wave. Of course when I care about a woman they leave. No, no, it isn't like that. Jiwon is not Joy. In a single night Joy made me feel like I could trust her because she was so genuine. Then she left. 

Now Jiwon who has been with me since debut times is also getting her ticket out. 

"Jungkook, I'm not leaving forever. Do you not want me to go?" Her grip on my arms tightened, feeling the same thing I am feeling.  "What? Of course I want you to go, this is what you want right?"

Her chin dips,  "I just don't want you to go." The corners of my mouth shook as I tried to smile a little.

At that moment the members began to sing happy birthday while the crew brought out a cake with fire sparkles on every layer.  I smiled at the sight but couldn't hide the tears that streamed down my cheeks. I look like myself when I was 'kidnapped' and trying not to cry. 

When I come back, may be I won't be the one fitting your outfits, but I'll be your fashion designers.

I laid in bed, on my side, fully awake. I'm upset for no reason. I don't need to be, its all in my head. Nobody else is going to leave, yeah? The sheer thought gave me goosebumps. I didn't even hear the door of my bedroom open. My bed dipped slightly as a bunny toy was thrown on to my bed, before Eunha climbed up. Since our first concert is here in Seoul, we could come back to the apartment.

"Hey, did you have a nightmare?" I say barely audible to her ears. 

She crawled over until she was basically sitting in front of me.  "Did you have bad dream? You sad." She asked so innocently. I shut my eyes to avoid weeping in front of her.  "Yeah, I did." I sniffed. 

Eunha began to caress my hair very softly, it made my whole body freeze.  "I have bad dreams too, they scare." Her little fingers feel cold to my scalp for the longest second. 

"Blackbirds singing in the dead of night..."

I gasped silently, feeling my cheeks and pillow get wet. How can she remember Blackbird? And she's singing it so beautifully.  "I cant remember rest. Feel bett—" Eunha chirped after I wrap my arms and legs around her like an anaconda.  "You're so friggin kind." I give her a loud kiss on her chubby cheek. 

"You made me feel better."