Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 15

"Good morning, darling." I heard echo into my dreams.

I forced my eyelids to open corrupting my dream then letting out a yelp.

"Jungkook, what are you doing in here?!" I sat up instantly.

"Did I scare you~?" He tease while wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"You scare me.." I frowned and stood up from my bed.

"Now get out, I have to change." I ordered.

"You sure didn't have a problem with it yesterday." He smirked.

"Come here so I can slap you, pequeña mierda." I glared.

"Alright, alright. I gotta change anyways." He sighed and sat up from my bed, hopping off the loft then out my bedroom door.

"Lo juro.." I rubbed my temple and went to shut my bedroom door.

I slid on a black crop top with short sleeves, dark washed jeans with rips and patches. Lastly I put on my dark gray socks to keep my feet clean.. Ish.

I left my room and bumped into Jungkook.

"Watch it--"

"Sorry." He said.

I took a quick glance at his outfit before making my way to the stairs.

He had a really cute dark green sweatshirt with a light green bird embroidery in the center. He wore knee-length dark gray shorts and black socks. He looks so innocent..

"Wait!" He said before I reached the first step.

I turned around and sighed, giving him a questioning look.

"You look pretty today.." He said shyly.

"Gracias." I winked and continued hopping down the steps.

"Good morning, Camila-- Aww, you look so cute today!" Mrs. Jeon exclaimed and came over to me to hold both my hands.

She smiled at me with sparkling eyes then turned around to go finish cooking.

"Eggs and bacon?" She asked, turning around to smile at me.

"Sure."

Jungkook came down the steps and seated himself on the chair across from me.

"Oh, Kookie, look at my handsome son!" Mrs. Jeon cooed and came over to him, wrapping her arms around him to hug him.

"Eomma~~" He whined in embarrassment.

I chuckled at the two.

"You're right, I'm sorry my baby boy." She gave him a wet kiss on his cheek, making a loud sound and brushed some hair out of his eyes.

"Can I do your hair?" She asked once she got back to her cooking.

"Yeah.." He blushed at the fact I've seen his mama's boy side.

"Isn't he a doll?" She asked me.

I glanced at him and chuckled.

"Yep." I laughed.

Once she served us both, she began working on his hair.

Teasing, fluffing, and combing. She was great at it and totally made him look like a model.

"Can I do yours?" She asked with those sparkling eyes.

"Well if you make it look THAT good, go right ahead."

The second I said that, she used a shitload of energy to sprint up the stairs. I was amazed at the amount of energy she had at her age to do that. Jesus.

"She's just gonna change your part and straighten your hair, you know that right?" Jungkook asked with a cute smile.

"Who cares, I bet it'll look great."

And he was right, that's exactly what she did. And I was right too, it looked great. The feeling of my hair was silky and flow-ie. I loved it.

"I've been meaning to ask you something, Camila.." Mrs. Jeon sat down in the seat beside me.

"What is it?"

She looked over at Jungkook then at me.

"Kookie we're having a private conversation, go play in your room." She said to him.

"I'm 18--"

"Jeon Jungkook."

"Yes, Eomma." He said instantly and sat up from his chair to go to his room.

"Anyways, it's about Andrea."

"Okay.."

"Are her parents really OK with her staying here? I mean.. I am, but at some point...." She trailed off.

"Don't worry, I warned her about getting her own job and house already." I said. She let out a sigh of content and thankfulness.

"Well.. I'll take care of her as much as I can." She smiled.

"Okay." I chuckled.

"Don't do drugs!" She joked and stood up to go upstairs.

I laughed nervously and gulped. Maybe I should toss the weed..

"Hmm.." I gasped and turned around to the loud hum. It was Jungkook, frowning and crossing his arms towards me.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Don't do--"

"Fuck off, I'll get rid of 'em." I shook my head with a chuckle.

"Anyway. Camila....." He tilted his head a quick second as if he were hesitating to continue.

"What is it?"

"Wanna go to the beach?..." k