How Could It Happen? (A Jungkook FANFIC)

9 || Nineth Chapter - UNBELIEVABLE

{YOUR P.O.V}

I wonder who was this boy whose mother had told me about. More or less my age and good, eh? We'll see.

-Jungkookie, come here! The girl has arrived!- His mother cried.

"Did I hear right?! JUNGKOOKIE?! SERIOUSLY?" I thought. My eyes widened as I looked at the door through which her son would come out. I could not believe. But it was really him, Jeon Jung Kook. I would have to seriously live in the same house as Jungkook? I could not stand it, no.

-Ne!- I heard his answer, convinced. I heard him get up from the chair and walk. His hands in his pockets, looking down. When he looked up and we looked at each other.... He was petrified. Both did not believe what we were seeing.

-Ya! YOU! AGAIN!- He cried, pointing his finger at me.

"Aish, this bastard..." I thought, as I looked away and bit my lips, making a face in pain. Jungkook looked shocked his parents, still with his finger pointing at me.

-Are you serious? Omma? Appa?! JINJJA!!?- Her parents looked at us smilying.

-Oh, so you already know each other?- Smiled at me, his mother. I nodded, keeping the pained expression.

"A bad luck after another one...." I thought.

-We are in the same class, omma....- said only Jungkook, without another word. Her mother smiled.

-Come one Jungkook, show her your room! - His father encouraged him.

-She already saw it.- He said, in a firm voice.

-Jinjja? Have you already been here? - His mother was astonished.

-Yes.- Merely, Jungkook. Then he turned his face and without being seen, and, acting like I could be the only one to see his face, he turned to me and smiled with a smile "Joker style" on one side. Her mother told me to follow him, and so I did.

-This is your room, pabo ya.- He showed me my room and threw my bag that had taken on the bed. I gave him a grimace and he left the room. But it was a nice room. Big enough, with a comfortable bed, two wardrobes and a spacious desk. It was more beautiful than mine. Not bad. But the only fact that it was close to Jungkook's one or that we were under the same roof, unnerved me so much. Just unlucky.

{JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V}

Only now mom and dad had told me that there would be a girl, the daughter of a friend of Dad, to stay here. The idea that it was a girl as my age got me excited but I was nervous at the same time. Actually, no, it bothered me. I did not want no one came to stay at our house. That someone came earlier than expected. I did not hear the precise moment when she arrived, but I was just called by my mother.

-Oh, welcome, dear! - I heard my father.

-Now I call my son ~!- Now mother. No, I didn't wat to be called, but I was.

-Jungkookie, come here! The girl has arrived!- Mom was full of energy. She seemed to be happy for the newcomer. I interrupted my moment of thoughts on the desk and stood up. Not to ruin the surprise, I looked down until I came right in front of her. I looked at her and... God. It was really Ahn Minjang? It COULD NOT BE POSSIBLE.

-Are you serious? Omma? Appa ?! JINJJA !!? - I felt betrayed by my parents for allowing an element of this kind of stay with us. But they could not know, actually.

-Oh, so you already know each other?- Mom smiled at us.

-We are in the same class, omma ....- I said, only. Mother was still smiling. She was bothering.