Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 39

My eyes opened in my newly bought bed. It was so comfy and... Wait.. Did I get drunk again last night? Oh shit..

Jungkook was there.

Oh. He looked great and a little more matured. If I can remember.. He lightened his hair, right Camila? It's like a light brown now. Straightened hair and I think he's been working out more. He's still got his narrow waist and great ass. Still those incredible legs that you can strangle someone with--

"Wait." I whispered.

I looked down under the covers and noticed I wasn't wearing the same shirt I went to the club in. Oh, that's right.

"Who's damn shirt is that?" Jungkook asked harshly, yanking onto my shirt.

"I-It's Ji-ho's.." I muttered.

Then he took me home and critisized me about how I can't handle myself and that I've been wasting away. He was so wrong though. I-I'm doing good, okay? I got my college degree. I'm doing good at work, I help with the city! I'm doing great. I'm doing great. I can't let him tell me that.

Why am I taking this lightly? Why do I feel like I should shrug it off? He told me off! What happened last night? What fucking happened?

"I missed you so much.." 

His voice echoed in my head. Flashbacks of kissing and skin... 

What did I do?

I turned slowly onto my side and looked over..

"Jungkook?.." My heart began racing as I saw Jungkook sleeping besides me shirtless. That's when I realized I had nothing on underneath this shirt.

"Oh, shit." My voice hitched as I started to panic.

I can't do this with him, we're over. We're finished. It was done two years ago. Our memories were supposed to god damn stay! Jungkook, what the hell have we done? We're adults. We can't keep doing this.

Suddenly my doorbell rang.

I fumbled out of the bed and grabbed the nearest things, pulling them on the pausing. I looked in the mirror then noticed they were Jungkook's boxer-briefs. Shit.I pushed that thought out of my head and ran out of the room with his boxers and this black t-shirt on.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hear Jungkook groaning upstairs in my room, signalling me he was waking up. This isn't good if it's who I think is at the door. 

And I was right. It was Ji-ho.

"H-Hi." I fixed my hair slickly and slouched so his t-shirt didn't silhouette my boobs.

"Hey...." He looked me up and down and chuckled awkwardly.

"What are you doing here?" I shyly asked.

"You left your purse at my apartment last night. "He handed me my purse and sucked in his lips.

"Oh, and you probably want your shirt." I laughed and looked down at the shirt.

"No, you can keep it." He shrugged it off.

"You won't keep it." I shrieked at the sudden voice by the stairs-- Jungkook, obviously.

"I guess I'll be taking the shirt back then, HAHA!" Ji-ho eye-smiled me and tilted his head a quick second.

"Fine." I clenched my jaw. Pissed off that Jungkook feels like he has a write to control me or something now.

I crossed my arms to the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it over my head, right in front of Ji-ho. His eyes widened as he just stared at them, with his mouth slightly open.

"CAMILA!" Jungkook stuttered sharply at me, with wide eyes as well, not believing I would do that.

"Here's your shirt." I handed Ji-ho his shirt then smiled at him before shutting the door.

"You're right, totally inappropriate if I had kept it." I shrugged and pushed past Jungkook, going right upstairs.

"C-Camila, what the fuck was that?" He scoffed, following me up the stairs.

"You implied for me to give the shirt back, so I did. Stop your whining!" I groaned and went into my room, ignoring his presence following me still. I went through my dresser as he continued to criticize me.

I grabbed a bra and turned around to frown at him, listening to his whining and complaining while I snapped on a bra. 

Jungkook paused and looked at me the way Ji-ho did, up and down.

"Oh my god, do you want your boxers back now?" I glared.

"I--" He stopped himself and lowered his eyebrows in thought.

"Here, slutty-Camila coming through! Take your fucking boxers!" I pulled the boxers down and threw them at him, turning around to grab underwear from the dresser too.

I ended up putting on mitch-match green underwear then turning back around to see Jungkook gulp with a blank/shocked face.

My eyes rolled in irritation, I figured he wouldn't stop staring at me  until I was completely dressed. I punched his arm then went to change into the bathroom. 

A light smile appeared onto my face as I left the bathroom dressed nicely. I only dressed this way since I was going back to Mrs. Jeon's house to check in on her while dropping him off. My outfit was basically just a tight peach colored skirt that went just below my knee, and a white crop-top with short sleeves that just had an inch and a half of space between my skirt and top. My outfit was topped off with low-cut Nikes.

I sighed and told him to get dressed before we left. He dressed in the same clothes of last night and followed me out the door to his car.

"Where are we going?" He asked before starting the engine.

"To your home." I crossed my arms.

"Why are you so upset?" He asked, taking the keys out of the thingy and putting them into his lap, preparing to get comfortable.

"Why am I upset??" I repeated with wide eyes, "Jungkook, what the actual fuck happened last night?!" I snapped at him.

"Uh.." He looked down at his hands.

"J-Jesus fucking christ, Jungkook! Did we have sex?!" He remained quiet.

"Jungkook." I said in an extremely serious tone, "Did we fuck?"

"Yeah."