Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 4

"Let's get something straight, Jungkook.. Just because we kissed---"

"Made out." He corrected with a blank face.

"--Made out.. Doesn't mean we're gonna be a thing. Or are a thing. Things just got a little carried away."

"I'd say it got out of hand. Right. I won't let you kiss me again." He shrugged and left the room.

"What? I didn't-- Jungkook!" I groaned and shut the door.

I decided it would be about time to unpack.

Wait. Is--

"There might be a moving truck outside for you." I yelped and spun around to a boy with round eyes, and orange hair.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, is your name Camila?" He asked.

"That's me."

"Then it's for you. I already signed it for you though." He smiled a little bit.

"You do realize they might think you're Camila, right?"

"...Do I look like a girl to you?" He scoffed.

"Ehh...." I teased and left the room, skipping down the steps. More carefully this time.

Once I jumped to the bottom of the steps I looked at Jimin, whom was leaning back from the couch looking at me.

Not my face.

I looked down and gasped.

"Pervert!" I yelled and pulled the top of my shirt up to my neck, so it didn't go lower than my collar bone.

"Were you looking at her boobs?" Yoongi mumbled.

"Come on! They're right there!" Jimin groaned and flopped himself onto the couch.

"Damn latinas and their curves!" Andrea complained playfully.

"What are you two still doing here?" I looked at her and Yoongi.

"Yoongi had to charge his phone and get dressed-- Boys.." She rolled her eyes.

"Why did you change then?.. Is that a new bra?" I walked over to her and lifted up her shirt.

"CAMILA!" She screeched and squirmed.

"YOU CAN'T USE HIM--- IS THAT LACE?!" I struggled to get a good look at it then was interrupted by one of the boys clearing their throats.

I paused my actions and looked back at the wide-eyed boys with red faces.

"I was just-- She had a, uh.. Her tag was out." I coughed and looked around, letting go of her shirt so I wasn't flashing her bra at the guys.

"I'm gonna get you, Camila-Carmela!" She pointed her finger at me then lured Yoongi to her out the door to the Cafe.

"Please don't flip me off, please don't flip me off--" She popped back in the door and flashed me her middle finger before leaving again.

"Fuck you.." Jungkook looked at me with wide eyes and a gasp.

"You understood that, didn't you?" I sighed.

"Yeah." He sucked in his lips and chuckled.

"Although it would be better if it was me." He burst into giggles and covered his mouth, looking over at the orange haired boy.

"Korean, please?" I narrowed my eyebrows in annoyance and confusion.

"Oh.. He said he wishes you would screw hi--"