Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 40

[A/N: YAY! CHAPTER 40!!!! This book ain't over yet, but it's coming around.... I'd predict the basic book ending chapters: 50-70. OK. it's still 10:42PM so here we go: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NAMJOON!! I love you, ARMY loves you, your brothers love you, and your family does. You are the greatest leader I've ever come across and I can't be any prouder to call myself ARMY. Happy 23rd birthday. Many wishes to you.]

"CAMILA~!!" Mrs. Jeon shrieked out of excitement and threw her TV remote across the living room, instantly standing up to run over to me and hug me. 

"How are you? Are you doing well? What's your apartment like? You must  show me it sometime! Did you get highlights? Oh my gosh, you got so fit! What kind of job do you have now? How are you?" She spoke very quick Korean that it took me a moment to realize what she was asking. 

"Eomma." Jungkook chuckled.

"OH, Jungkook is going to go visit Dannyeol and Sunmi this afternoon!" She gasped, "You should go!"

I paused and immediately stopped smiling. Dannyeol and Sunmi? I haven't really thought of them in a while. Am I ready to visit them?

"Oh, I'm sorry... Was that too sudden?" She held her hand to her chest and hugged me.

"N-No, I would totally love to go." I forced a smile, figuring I may be too immature for not wanting to see my own children.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup." I nodded and smiled widely, turning over to smile at Jungkook as well. It seemed convincing since he shot me a bunny smile instantly in happiness. I really did miss that smile.

"Well, stay for lunch!" She slapped my butt and hobbled into the kitchen, preparing brunch for the three of us.

The scent of this house reminded me of the good old times we all used to share 2 years ago. It reminded me of Jungkook and I. You know what, the more I think about it, I just now realized we never officially dated. I mean sure, we said 'I love you' here and there, but we never announced we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

We never really were a dating. We just shared feelings and had a baby. Irresponsible? I think so.

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Awkwardly, I fidgeted with my fingers, looking down at them and my feet while I waited in the shady hallway. I remembered Jungkook's bedroom. Our first time together, it was the room Andrea and I stopped being friends for some time, and the room our twins were made.

My room. 

It was the room I first moved in. The room Jungkook and I got intimate and times, the room we smoked a blunt together, the room we watched American dramas in, the room I found out I was pregnant. 

Now back to Jungkook's. One last thing; It was the bedroom, Jungkook and I stopped becoming a 'thing'. It's where he told me he didn't love me and couldn't handle being around me. That damn TV was playing while he told me his new, real feelings. The day my heart shattered into pieces I couldn't find. Jungkook is the only man to mend my heart, but now... Now that I've gone out and fixed my life, I can find someone else. 

I flinched at his bedroom door suddenly opening, he stepped out in a white, thin button-up shirt, white hoodie, a white beanie, distressed jeans, and white low-top Jordans.

"Ready to go?" He asked with a blank look as if he were awaiting my attention and answer.

"What's with the all-white?" I teased, going down the stairs first.