Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 13

"What do you wanna see next?" Jungkook asked.

"Do you have a building to see over the town?" I asked, hoping to reach one of my life goals.

"Sort of? It's kind of short, but it's the tallest one in our area. Eomma doesn't want us going too far." He reasoned.

"Okay....... Take me?" I held my hands together, trying to look as innocent as possible. Even though, we both know I'm not.

"Yeah, yeah." He said, motioning me to follow him.

We walked through the little town, saying hello to people and receiving surprised looks that there was a foreigner with their well-known-kookie.

He'd act shy to be around me--- Or maybe it was because he was just in love with the attention. They'd gush over how he'd made friends with me, sometimes tease him that we'd make a great couple.. But.. But nothing, I already know that.

"What's your hobbies?" Jungkook asked once we got back onto the side-walk, on our way to the little building.

"Umm..." I said, looking off into thought, "I like video games, listening to music, and drawing."

"Really? What kind of video games? "He asked, kicking a pebble out of the way.

"First person shooting." I said with a shrug.

"Overwatch... Maybe?" He asked with a smile, a rabbit-like one.

"Yeah!" I said with a large smile.

"What's your favorite character?" He asked.

"Soldier and Reaper." I answered, "You?"

"McCree."

"Sweet- We should play sometime."

"Yeah, that'd be cool."

The walk continued for at least 2 to 4 more minutes, short and peaceful. I got to look at the exterior design of the houses we walked past. It was actually pretty cool to think of how different homes were designed at home compared to here. Really cool.

Finally, we arrived at the building. It was taller than I had imagined though. I mean it wasn't as tall as the city ones I'd see in the car, but it was tall. There was an apartment building or two taller than it, but that was okay.

"What's it used for?" I asked, following Jungkook on our way in to the building.

"It was some hippie store. A foreigner from New Zealand was caught selling cocaine in the back room." He said on his way up the stairs.

"Wow, that's scary.." I widened my eyes.

"Yeah well, nothing THAT exciting ever happens. It's normally peaceful here, so it was kind of cool to see something like that happen." He chuckled.

"People get caught with drugs all the time where I lived." I smiled.

"Really?" He said, turning around with his voice a tad bit deeper, his eyes wide, lips parted, and head slightly tilted.

"No." I chuckled, shaking my head at his look.

He shrugged it off and played it cool, pretending he wasn't actually interested with drugs. Wait, that sounded bad. It's good he isn't. Right? Yes. Yes it is.

"Camila, we've arrived." He said dramatically and opened the roof door.

I marched past him towards the roof railing.

"Well shit," I looked over the edge, admiring the scenery and bright lights.

"Well shit indeed.." He eye smiled me and chuckled.

It was awkward for a good 3 full minutes. I thought of a recent conversation with Namjoon and thought it would be o.k to use it as a conversation.

"So 'Golden Maknae', huh?"

"Yeah.. Just something I picked up along the way during Freshmen year.." Jungkook said with a smile.

"Golden means you can do anything right?" I attempted to tease him.

"I guess." He shrugged.

"Interesting.." I bit my lip and eyed him, forcing him to blush.

"Silly boy." I chortled and spun around, forming a heart with my arms.

He chuckled nervously and turned back to look down the rail.

I buried my hand into my pocket and picked a blunt out, along with a lighter.

I lit the blunt and held the brown roll to my lips, then looking up to Jungkook. His big eyes staring at me with pity, curiosity, and possibly worry. It annoyed me that some people were so worried I smoked weed-- I mean it's my business and other people do it, people don't care that they do it.

But..

Something about Jungkook made me not want to do anything bad. Ever.

I sighed and drew the roll if Cancer away from my lips, discarding it by tossing it over the railing. I watched the brown line disappear from my vision.

"Happy?" I huffed.

"Never said I didn't want you to do that, Camila. But yeah, I am." He smirked.

He crossed his arms, his biceps flexed and chest became more defined through his thin shirt.

"Jesus fuck, Jungkook!" I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows. My cheeks heated up slightly.

"Why do you freak out all the time, at the most random times?!" He groaned.

"Just come here, fuck, fuck." I sighed and shook my head, stepping towards him.

"What are you-- Stop it-- What the hell?" I forced his arms out and wrapped mine around his strong/thin ass waist. I rested my head onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat quicken.

"Why are you doing?"

"Why?"

"I meant what. What are you doing?" He stuttered over himself.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"What's a platypussy?"

"Why would you even ask me that..."