"you say it's because of my age, girl, but age ain't nothing but a number"
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a story of which a mother of two finds herself entangled with her son's best friend, jungkook.
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"Buffalo wings and sweet potato fries, my favorite." Destiny hummed enthusiastically, her big brown eyes beaming at dinner I made. "Thanks, mommy."
"No problem, baby. Anything for my star." I chuckled playing with her long braids as I placed multiple kisses on her forehead.
"Yeah. Your star who cried in front of the whole school like a bitch." Treyvon teased Destiny mockingly and that's when Destiny began to grunt as she threw her spoon at him.
"Treyvon stop. Stop. You know how anxious your sister gets in front of crowds. Stop teasing her." I snapped as he had a playful smirk quirked on his lip while his sister frowned.
"You know, I'm just playing, D." Treyvon chuckled. "You did aight."
"Mhm. I did so 'alright' you were recording me and cheesing like there was no tomorrow." Destiny huffed.
"Was not." Treyvon glared, my 20 year old grown ass son retorted to his younger sister. And he really expected me to allow him to move out and do grown things when he still bickered with a literal 14 year old.
"Was to!" Destiny riposted.
"Was not! Bruh, mom forced me to record!" Treyvon argued back.
"Was to! You liar! I saw you going around telling people 'that's my sister', just say you liked my performance and go!" Destiny said sassily.
"Chile..." I grunted as I simply walked away from the two mid argument. I couldn't even tell if it was a serious argument or a playful argument, either way, I didn't want to be involved so, dishing up a plate, I upped and left Jungkook's apartment's kitchen and made my way to his bedroom.
I knocked on his door gently but he didn't respond. I knocked a little harder but still no response. Uncertain of whether to just burst in or not, I took my chances and finally pushed his door open to see him laid on his king sized bed, with a blunt hanging out of his lip. He was in a white vest, his tatted sleeves on show and gray sweats, headphones sat on his head, hence why he couldn't hear me.
"You told me you were going to sleep." I said sassily, quickly closing his bedroom door behind myself, to stop the weed smell trailing into the kitchen.
"I was." Jungkook said, taking his headphones off. "What? This for me?" His eyes glistened, staring at the food I dished out for him. Taking a deep breath, I placed his plate of food on his desk and took a seat by him on his bed. I leaned over and snatched the blunt from his lips, stubbing it out on his ashtray on the coffee table positioned right next to his bed.
"Really, JK? You smoking weed now?" I cocked my brow at him, in disappointment. I watched as a smirk quirked on his lips.
"Now? Miss Carter, I been smoking weed. Since I was like 17. I thought you knew this." Jungkook chuckled, finding this amusing but I had a solemn expression still on my face.
