Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 43

"Here." The cold zipper swiped past my skin as Ji-ho offered to help while I slid the straps up my arms.

"Thanks.." I yawned and smiled tiredly at him.

"You should run along home, it's getting late." He kissed my forehead and twirled me by my hand one last time, watching me walk away to put my heels on.

"Bye." I waved slowly after strapping the last strap on my heels and grabbing my purse, next turning his apartment door.

I closed his apartment door then gasped after seeing Jungkook standing there. He blinked once and opened his mouth, hesitating to say something in anger and just looked to a different direction, holding it in. [MEDIA]

"Jungkook.." I quietly said, fiddling with my fingers, actually surprised he waited... Waited through the entire 'performance'.

"Get the fuck in the car, right now." He coughed up, clenched his defined jaw then pushing me slightly to get a head start.

I lowered my head and speed walked down the apartment hallway and out the building's door, hustling over to the car.

"W-What's wrong?.." I stupidly said, mentally slapping myself in the face.

"W-W-What's w-wrong?!" He began, already stuttering in anger with red cheeks, "I just heard you and that one guy fucking, Camila! I HEARD EVERYTHING. EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING IN THEIR!" He snapped at me, causing me to flinch.

"Oh, Ji-ho~! Oh, fuck me!" He impersonated me while moaning, making me blush crazily in embarrassment. 

"Right there, don't stop~!" He continued.

"Stop it!" I cried, hitting his arm as he continued to impersonate my moans.

"Stop, please!" I held my knees to my chest and buried my face into the palm of my hands while I sobbed into them.

He sat silent and watched me, then looking out the window to attempt to chill. Failing without guilt.

"I can't even believe you." He scoffed.

"Why do you care?" My voice muffled between my cries.

"Why do I care? I still love you, Camila. How can you do that to me? Can't you take a hint? How could you?"

"I'm sorry." I squeezed my eyes shut in attempt to block out any noises.

"Stop." He scoffed again, more pissed off.

"Please, Jungkook, I didn't mean it!" I wiped my tears, holding his hand in hope.

"Oh you didn't mean it?!" He yanked his hand away, "You didn't mean to dress like that? You didn't mean to dance with me?.. You didn't mean to leave me for him?....... You didn't mean to screw him when you knew I had to be with you. So you told me to stay out, knowing I couldn't leave you. Where was I supposed to go? Camila, what am I supposed to do?" His words quieted at the last sentence.

"I'm so sorry.." I sniffed again, "I'm a fuck-up, I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I didn't mean-- I wasn't trying to drag you into my life again."

"I'm taking you home." He said, starting the car aggressively then speeding out of the area, driving onto the highway towards my direction.

The ride.. 

It was eerie and reeked of heartache. I could hear Jungkook taking deep breaths, trying to control himself from possibly pulling over and dumping me out. Why am I like this, really? Why can't I just acknowledged him?.. Why couldn't he just love me then?

"You're here." He stopped the car harshly, the brakes jerking me in my seat slightly.

"Th.." I held my mouth as I felt my stomach twist sickeningly. I gagged then quickly opened the car door, staggering out of the car and bending over into the bushes, vomiting.