Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 5

"Jungkook?" I looked over hesitantly. 

"What?" He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I.." I sighed and fumbled with my fingers, tugging at the hangnails on my fingertips.

"What is it??" He groaned.

"I.. I'm hungry." I looked at him, thinning my rather plump lips.. Or attempting to thin them.

"Why don't you say anything??? I was waiting for you to say something! Damn, I thought I'd starve to death!" He whined and ran off.

I widened my eyes then chased after his disappearing figure.

"Jungkook!" I yelled, getting lost in the crowd of strangers.

I bit my lip and watched his light brown hair blend into other hair colors. Coming to the cause of, losing him. I lost him.

"Fuck!" I yelled, earning looks from multiple shoppers passing me.

"Jodido infierno !" I yelled and looked around me, looking at nearby signs.

"Where did we come from?" I sighed.

"Shit..." I mumbled and got out my phone, then suddenly remembering I don't have his number.

"Shit." I repeated and tilted my head for a quick second.

"Andrea..." I clicked her name and called her.

I tapped my foot in annoyance, impatiently waiting for her to pick up.

After 5 minutes of calling and redialing, she finally picked up.

"Por qué no cogiste el teléfono? Estúpido !" I yelled into the phone.

"English, please!!" She complained.

I took a deep breath before repeating myself, "Why didn't you pick up the phone, prick?" I sarcastically smiled.

"Sorry! I was busy with Yoongi!... Oh he's so cute.. Hi..! You're so cute! Stop it, don't say that! Yes.. You are!!! Oh my god, you're so precious..." Her voice faded and began talking to someone else-- Yoongi.

"Andrea!" I snapped.

"What? Yes! I'm here. Sorry." She mumbled and I could hear her whispering Hi  again in her baby voice.

"Suck his dick, will ya?" I groaned in frustration.

"..."

"Andrea?"

Nothing.

"Andrea, you hoe!" I screeched, not in the playful way.

"Hey!!" She whined.

"Bye. I'll find my own way back." I rolled my eyes and hung up. I can't deal with her right now.

Sometimes she can be... A big fat slut. No offense, of course.

"La asesinaré, y luego arrojaré su cuerpo a una zanja." I casually said then bumped into someone.

"Camila--"

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!?" I yelled up at the revealed person, Jungkook. Obviously.

"Sorry." He lowered his eyelids.

"Where's my food?" I crossed my arms. 

"Come on." He grabbed wrist gently then lead me to the food court.

"I could've been raped, Jungkook." I added another unlikely possibility. Although it was fun to make him feel bad.

"Again, sorry." He sighed.

"Maybe captured even." I suggested and took a sip of my Sunrise Sunset smoothie.

"I get it." He lowered his head and dropped a little french fry.

"Maybe sexually harrassed--" I took another sip, "With kpop hip thrusts." 

"What?" He raised his head and widened his eyes, as well as knitting his eyebrows together.

"You know? How those super sexy guys just like--" I stood up and impersonated them with a racy facial expression.

"I'm pretty confident you'd like that." He peaked a smirk.

"Yeah. I would, I won't lie."

"Joderlos bien.." I chuckled evilly and smirked with devilish eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing." I shrugged and took another sip.

"Is that all you're going to fill your stomach with?" Jungkook asked.

"Oh, no, this is nothing. I'm getting two other ones; Kiwi Quencher, Paradise Point, and Sunny Day." I smiled innocently then gulped down the smoothie after taking the plastic lid off of it.

He smiled at me then looked off at the Cafe we bought from.

"Tropical Smoothie Cafe, right?" I asked and licked up the residue smoothie off my palm.

"Mhm." He hummed with a nod.

"Cute." I smirked.

"Me?" He smiled.

"Him." I snickered and saw a short asian-african man with a beanie.

"I like his hat.." Jungkook watched.

After he took off his beanie, he revealed side-shaved head and volumized hair on top.

"Nevermind. Don't get that hair, Jungkook." I groaned at the hairstyle.

"What hair?" He asked.

"The pineapple hair." I lowered my head and shook it around as if I were saying 'duh'.

"Oh. If you don't want me to, I won't."

"Stick with the cute, uh.. " He paused in his motion, only seconds from placing his red lips onto his water bottle, waiting for my statement. 

His facial expressions were like a rabbit, eyes slightly wide, lips parted, head perked, and listening to every sound.. Except any sound that would come out of my mouth.

"Your.. Fluffy hair." I forced a smile, although it looked sarcastic and confused.

"Thanks?" He chuckled an eye-smile and bared his white cute teeth.

"I like your hair, too." He smiled.

"I never said I liked your hair." I raised my left eyebrow.

"You said 'cute', though." He smirked.

"Whatever." I shrugged, "Thanks." I looked back with a shy smile.

"It's very lushious!" He said flamboyantly then leaned over the table to grasp a strand.

"So long." He exclaimed.

"That's what she said!" I burst into laughter.

"Why--"

"It took me 40 minutes to learn that in Korean.." I snorted and wiped a tear from my eye.

"So, Jungkook. Does it really look like I wear a corset?" I asked out of nowhere.

"W-Why do you ask?" He furrowed his eyebrows, simply uninterested in bringing up an insulting topic.

"Well, if I do this.." I pulled my shirt to the left, defining my curve.

"Holy--" He widened his eyes.

"It's not obnoxiously curvy like plastic or anything.. But, I don't see a lot of girls here as curvy as dark skinned girls... Or any dark skinned girls.." I mumbled and sat back down, feeling my eyelids gain a heavy weight and lowered halfway.

"I mean, now that you say that. I guess it doesn't. You just look really.. Really  fit." He chuckled, his cheeks now a light shade of pink.

"Flattered."