Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 8

"Camila~" I heard a sing-song voice awaken me.

I opened my left eye and yawned, greeted by half of Mrs. Jeon's face.

I opened my right eye and her full face was shown.

"Morning Mrs. Jeon.." I smiled.

"Please-- Call me Imo." She chuckled and smiled lightly.

"..Imo.." I laughed then sat up, stretching and yawning

"Well, come downstairs. I'm taking you and Jungkook to a little party. My co-workers insisted on meeting you." She eye-smiled, wrinkling the corners of her eyes beautifully.

"It's at 12:00PM." She stated.

"What time is it now?" I asked.

"About 11:30." She said blankly, waddling into my bathroom and grabbing the dirty clothes into a basket.

"Woah, it's late.." I yawned and stepped out of bed.

"Well get dressed, there's some breakfast waiting on the table for you. And after brunch I'm giving you a dress I bought for you to wear." She smiled widely at me before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

I sighed and went to my dresser, grabbing a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a loose black t-shirt.

I slid on my combat boots then left my bedroom. 

"Hi." I heard Jungkook say as I sat down.

"Wow look at you, very fancy." I teased, secretly admiring his outfit.

He paused with slightly wide eyes and his cheeks full of yogurt and strawberry bits.

Okay, I'm getting tired of describing his outfits.. But.. I'll tell you. 

Boy, his hair today. He didn't have his fluffy hair, his forehead was revealing (Which lemme tell you, it was sexy as hell and perfecto), he had black loop earrings, a dark blue shirt with one button, and the shirt was tucked into black pants that defined his strong thighs and thin waist.

"It is?" He looked down at it.

"Yeah, looks good." I shrugged and took a sip of my orange juice then a bite of my eggs.

"Sorry if there isn't any cereal or french toast." Imo apologized.

"What? No, I can eat anything you give me!" I laughed.

"Oh.. That's great!" She laughed and ran back upstairs to get her makeup on.

I stared at Jungkook without him knowing, not the creepy way but the admiring way. His face was more beautiful than me.. Not that I was.

But, oh man..

I could just--

"Why'd you do that?" He looked at me with wide eyes after I uncontrollably poked his nose.

"I don't know, I just felt like it."

"Why my nose, though?" He eye-smiled.

"It's just pokeable.. I like touching noses. They're like rubber. Like you could bite them. Not eat them, but just nibble on the nose. I don't know, I just-- It's weird, I like to touch noses." I cleared my throat and felt my cheeks heat up.

"It's like poking your boobs. Feels weird." He narrowed his eyebrows and rubbed his nose.

"Woah, woah. That's a big difference!" I set down my fork.

"No it's not, it's the same thing." He tried to reason, stupidly. 

"Want me to poke your dick??" I stood up.