Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 10

"Tell me more about yourself." I said, breaking the silence.

My polished black Saint Laurent heels and his black oxford dress shoes hitting the marble floor, echoing throughout the halls of the expensive building.

"What do you wanna know?" He shifted his head to look at me, his hair shifting along, moving back into place as if it were plastic. But beautiful.

"Everything." I smiled like a dork, almost as dorky as he was early.

"Well. I was born in Busan." He chuckled, "And I'm 18 years old. Born September 1st, 1997."

I nodded.

"I smoked a blunt for the first time with a sexy latina." He placed his finger onto the tip of his chin as if he were trying to remember who it was he was talking about.

I hit his arm playfully and continued to listen.

"I speak very little English, but I understand most of it." He winked at me.

"Very good." I smiled widely, perhaps wide enough that my eyes creased to a half-moon shape.

"...I.. Can sing." He added, looking back at me for a quick moment. 

"What else?" I asked after he stayed quiet for a few moments.

"Red's my favorite color. I'm bad at Math." He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled.

His laughs are beautiful. It seems awkward, a little high pitched, but cute and perfect. I love it, I don't know why. I guess it's just the way he is. 

"Never had a serious relationship.. My zodiac sign is Virgo. Blood type is A....... And I don't know what else to add onto that." He laughed.

"Interesting." I said.

"And you?" He turned to me, speeding up his pace then walking backwards so he was walking in front of me but looking at me.

He dug his hands into his pockets then went back to his original spot, continuing to walk beside me.

"I'm 18. My birthday is August 2nd, 1997.." I smirked.

"My favorite color is orange. I was born in Miama, Florida. I'm a Leo and I think my year is the Lamb?.. Or the Sheep...." I raised an eyebrow with confusion, unsure if it actually was. 

"Anyway, my parents planned on shipping me off to Korea-- Here. And I'm actually doing very well without them!" I giggled, unlike Jungkook. He seemed a little confused but worried. 

"Soy hispana, y yo puedo hablar español. " I winked at him.

"Translate, please." He laughed.

"I am hispanic.. And I can speak spanish." I repeated with pretend sass.

"Impressive." He smirked.

"I know, right?" I flipped my ponytail flamboyantly.

"Is that all?" He asked finally.

"Pretty much. There isn't very much to know about me." I looked back at him, gently smiling and gazing into his big eyes. I felt almost certain I could get lost in them, a galaxy of nothing.

We walked a little longer, our shoulders would bump into each other here and there. I admired the construction of the building, the interior was gorgeous and antique-like.

I noticed a door that lead to the stairs. Suddenly, of course, a light bulb lit in my head.

"Come on!" I grabbed his hand and pranced over to the door, pushing through it and looking up through the barred railing.

"Where are we going?" He asked with his mumble voice. 

"Is there a roof?" He nodded.

"Pfft, we're going to the roof then!" I smirked then took off my shoes, holding them with my index finger and thumb before darting up the cold steps.

He soon followed me, our feet hitting the steps, echoing throughout the tower.

Giggles filled the staircase, ours of course.

We were running up them for a while, almost 10 minutes. At some point we stopped running and were worn out like crazy. It didn't change our mind though. We walked and talked at the same time while walking up the steps. Our bodies gained energy throughout the walk until we met the roof door.

We both laughed then opened the metal door, running out onto the roof.

"Shit!" I exclaimed and laughed crazily, running then stopping myself at the near-edge.

There was a long cement thick railing. I leaned over it and looked down at the cars. Even though it might've been 3 o'clock by now.

"Be careful." Jungkook came up from behind me and scared me, by gripping his hands around my waist.

"You be careful or I'll accidentally slap you!" I laughed after yelping.

"Ow!" He pretended I slapped him and clasped his hands over his cheek, fake crying.

"Stop that." I snickered, turning back around and looking down over the edge.

"What's it like in America?" Jungkook spoke up.

"Shitty. But it's pretty there." I sighed.

"Oh." He said then scooted towards me.

I looked over and somehow caught myself looking at his butt.

"Wooh... you have a great  body." I admired the fact there aren't a lot of guys nowadays as good looking and fit as him.

"Wha'?" He looked over at me.

"Nothing." I shrugged and looked back over the cement.

I could see him looked at me in the corner of my eye.

"You have a great  body.." He sighed and looked back to his original direction once I glanced at him.

Suddenly his ringtone went off.

"Hello~?" He said in a nasal-tone voice.

"We're on the roof--- No, Eomma  not committing suicide." He chuckled.

"Already?" He whined, "Okay. We're coming. Love you too. See you soon too. Bye too.... Okay, okay, sorry." 

He hung up then looked at me, puckering his lips.

"Shall we?" I asked while holding out my arm.

"Yep." He locked his arm around mine, bending over with me as I put my shoes onto the ground so I can step in them once more.

We took our time down the stairs, knowing Mrs. Jeon wouldn't mind. At least I  hope she doesn't. But Jungkook insisted she wouldn't, so I trusted him.

Of course.