Phone Call

Don't Tell

"Tell him."

"No. Kookie can you please just stop."

Jungkook had been constantly bothering me while he could.

"Nana-"

"Stop calling me Nana, dammit."

"No."

I groaned and quickly walked to the pantry to find the disposable cups.

"Jungkook I swear I will punch you in the throat if you don't leave me be on this."

He stepped close to me and exposed his neck. I flicked his throat and he coughed.

"Nana, please." He begged after he recovered.

"Kookie, please." I mocked.

We stared at each other waiting for one of us to break.

"Leena~ Do you have ice cream?"

"Yes, Taehyung." My eyes did not leave Jungkook as I answered.

"O...kay?" Taehyung left the room silently.

"Tae wants ice cream."

"And I want this conversation to be over, Jungkook."

"Well I guess we can't all have what we want." He smirked before taking the cups and walking to the living room.

I huffed in irritation before turning around and stopping.

Shoot I forgot the cups.

I went into the pantry and looked up on the shelf where they usually sat.

"Mommy, where are the cups?" I yelled.

"What do you mean? Jungkook just brought them in?" She yelled back.

"No he didn-"

Yes he did.

I clenched my hands together. My fingers gripped my hands tightly but they still shook. I crouched down.

"They were just cups." I murmured to myself.

There was a shuffle of feet and I looked up at a wide-eyed, worried Jungkook.

"Leena."

"I'm fine." I whispered.

"You're not."

"They were just cups."

"Nana."

Tears filled my eyes and I sighed at they fell down my cheeks.

"Don't tell Namjoon. Please Jungkook."