Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 37

The lock unlocked slowly as I was trying to keep quiet, it was the night after I got wasted and I was ready to come home. The only light on in the house was the TV. There was Jungkook sitting on the carpet in front of the TV with the twins on a large fluffy blanket in front of him.

I set my purse on the kitchen island counter and took my shoes off quietly. Tiptoeing over to the couch was easy, he just seemed so deep in thought with the twins. They looked so much alike to him.

"Hey......" I awkwardly said, keeping my voice down and sitting on the couch.

He looked back at me with droopy eyes and then back at the twins.

"Don't pay attention to her." He whispered, creasing his lips upwards and the twins looked around with their lips slightly apart and those chubby cheeks.

"That's probably best then, huh?" I replied, frowning at his childish manner.

He shrugged it off.

"Where were you last night?" He asked.

"I... Went out." My eyes lowered.

"And got drunk, I see..." He paused then looked back up at me with a serious look, "Where did you say?"

"That's none of your concern, now is it?" I huffed and stood up, grabbing my phone then going upstairs.

"She didn't even say goodnight to you two." Jungkook put his face into the palms of his hands then sobbed quietly. The thought of losing his only creations destroyed him, the thought that the love of his life doesn't care for their making. The thought of.. Her loving someone besides the twins and him would kill him inside. He only had the twins-- But no, they're leaving tomorrow.

.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Jeon. The parents are completely in love with finally having more children. They appreciate you very much." The woman bowed multiple times to me and carried the twin's carriers in both her hands.

"Wait." Jungkook stopped her before she put them into the vehicle.

"Yes?" She smiled.

"How many children do they have?" He asked.

"About four at the moment." She answered confidently.

"Oh." He looked at his feet and looked back up, forcing a smile.

"Well good luck to you." She smiled once again and resumed putting the twins into the vehicle, strapping them into spare car seats.

"I hope so." He mumbled then buried his hands into his jean pockets, turning around to go back inside.

"There. I did it myself. Are you happy?" He asked me, with a cold look on his face.

"I couldn't do it, I'm sorry Jungkook." A stutter left my mouth as I attempted to explain to him.

"No, stop, really. You're such.. You are such a bitch! Those are your-- our children! OUR CHILDREN, CAMILA. And you don't even care!" His voice cracked as his eyes, nose, and cheeks began to tint to a light shade of red.

"Jungkook." I quietly said, glaring at him for calling me that.

"Fucking stop. You're so selfish and self-centered for not wanting to take care of them. So what if you don't love them, they need their mother and love! I could've done it myself, they just needed to see you! Please!" Tears overflowed his eyes. His teeth shut together but his mouth stayed open, gasping for air through his teeth.

"I'm not ready for this." I plainly said, rolling my eyes at his over reactive behavior. 

"You're not ready for shit! Get out, just go! I don't want you here! I hate you so much, Camila. I want you gone!"

My knuckles whitened while I cracked my knuckles in anger. 

"Fine. If that's what you want." I pushed past him and headed upstairs to pack my things.

When I was packing I could hear Mrs. Jeon open the door, finally coming home and seem surprised by Jungkook's sudden crying. My heart was broken into microscopic pieces. Just hearing him call her name in a shaky voice. 

His Korean was a quick and stutterly, his mom tried to comfort him as much as she could but I could tell it was extremely hard.

Jungkook crying is one of the worst things I've ever experienced. But how can you deal with that when Jungkook is crying because of you? My answer is you can't. I can't. 

Seriously. I miss his smile.