Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 20

I carried a warm bowl of popcorn and a cold 2 liter of Sprite to the coffee table.

Mrs. Jeon brought out a few Arizona teas, red plastic party cups, and napkins.

Jungkook got the pillows and blankets, along with turning off the lights.

We all piled onto the couch and snuggled up. Mrs. Jeon insisted on using the chair while Jungkook and I had the couch to ourselves.

The credits rolled in, romantic music playing, and finally a quiet audience.

Past 25 minutes into the movie, Mrs. Jeon fell asleep.

"Aww.." I squealed at the cute scenes.

"You like this stuff?" Jungkook teased.

"Yes, I do." I frowned.

"Weird. Give me the popcorn." He reached for it, except I rejected him and tucked it under my arm.

"Camila, give me the popcorn!" He whispered sharply.

"No!" I slapped his hand from the popcorn, "Usted tiene su propio tazón pequeño!" I whined.

"I don't know what that means but I want it!" He reached for it and spilled my popcorn all of me, the both of us falling back onto the couch.

Our legs entangles, his body practically breaking all my bones from his weight on top of mine.

"Oh dios mío~" I widened my eyes up at him.

His breath hitched, his thighs tensing up against mine. I could feel his hand drag along my hip bone up my waist.

Wait..

"This doesn't feel right." I whispered guiltily.

"Why?" He said distractedly, eyeing me from my lips to my neck.

"Your mom, horndog." I scoffed and pushed him off of me.

"So?"

"So she'd hear and flip."

"She doesn't wake up easily."

"That's what they all say." I rolled my eyes.

He laughed and grabbed a large cup of soda then sipped it.

He passed me the cup, the wet, cold glass soaking my fingers. I took a sip and attempting to hand it back, instead the glass slipped and the soda spilled onto his lower region-- His god damn dick area, man.

"Sh.." He hissed, the cold drink soaking into his jeans.

"Hell no, I'm not cleaning that up. Go change your pants child." I held up my hands and got up to change out of the residue soda spill on my clothes.

I returned to the living room, Jungkook changed into sweatpants.

"Look you got cleaned up." I sarcastically said in a surprised tone.

"I'm not a baby." He glared.

"Of course you aren't, you're a big boy." I smirked and sat down comfortably.

He swallowed hard, his cheeks formed into a barely visible shade of light pink.

"Press play."

"Can you guys turn it down before you play it, please?" I yelped at Mrs. Jeon's dark shadow speaking then standing up.

"I'm tired and going to bed."

"Eomma, it's 2:35."

"Late." She said.

"PM."

"Oh.... Then I'm taking a nap. Jungkook take Camila around town, will you?" She smiled.

"Yes, Eomma." He nodded, her hand ruffling his soft hair.

"Love you two." She smirked creepily and pranced off to her bedroom.

"What the fu--"

"She's weird. I know." He rubbed his temple.

"I like her." I shrugged and chuckled.

"....Thank god." He said with a soft smile after realizing I accepted his weird mother.

"Isn't it funny to think that you were in her stomach, Jungkook?" I suddenly said my deep thoughts out loud shamelessly.

"Yes, it is, Camila." He cringed.

"No, like... You were carried in there. No one knew you'd be...... This."

"Wow okay." His facial expression was hurt.

"No, no, not in the bad way!" I cackled.

"Wow, okay." He repeated, wriggling his eyebrows.

"You can shut up now." I moved his face away with my hand and got comfortable again to play the movie.

.

.

"That sucked."

"Wait... I'm still confused.... THAT WAS HIS SISTER?" I sat up with wide eyes.

"Twincest, darling." He made a random silly face and let out a deep laugh-- Spooky if I may.

"Gross~~" I cringed at the thought.

"Yeah, you were the one practically crying over the kissing scenes."

"Okay, I didn't know they were siblings, smart one." I frowned.

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did." He scrunched his face into another goofy face.

"No I--- Oh, haha.." I crossed my arms and shook my head with a chuckle.

"Wanna go upstairs?" He asked out of nowhere.

"Excuse me?" I straightened my back.

"No, to watch that show." He blushed with that eye-smile.

After cleaning up the mess on the table, the mess on the couch, and my mind, we headed upstairs.

"Off the bed." Jungkook snickered and hopped off my bed, pulling over a chair from around my room.

Sighing, the show started playing then the both of us got comfortable to watch the dramatic show.

After the first episode, we stopped chattering in anger since the characters didn't do what was right and did the stupid things instead. The second episode was quiet, focused, and nice. Jungkook leaned his head onto his two fingers as he slouched into the chair to get comfortable, eyes glued onto the screen.

My body was flattened onto the bed, my elbows held the my head up by the little joints called wrists. 

But, just like everybody else, we got bored of the show.

"Eomma said I have to take you around town-- Want to?" He said once the third episode ended.

"Mmh." I nodded and exited out of my Netflix browser, closing my laptop afterwards.

".. Let me get changed, okay?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah, me too." He sat up from the chair, letting out a grunt since he was breaking the comfort he had in the fluffy-ass chair.