Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 47

"Here we are~~" I sang as my apartment door swung open to reveal a dark hallway to the home.

Jungkook squeezed past me and went for the nearest lamp, turning the switch on to light the area up in order to find the other light switches.

"It's small." Miso quietly said.

My face became slightly hot as I remembered they might not be used to a wealthy home.

"Miso, be nice." Jungkook said from over in the living room after turning on the last light.

"Sorry, miss." Miso bowed cutely towards me.

"Camila. Call me Camila-- And don't worry about it, let's be best friends, okay?" I smiled widely while holding her small hands in mine.

"Okay." She shyly smiled up at me.

"Where do we sleep, Camila?" Jooyoung asked from behind me.

"Uh.. Want to camp out in the living room for the next few days?"

"Sure, yeah."

"I have an air mattress for the girls and you can sleep on my couch if you want." I suggested.

"That's okay with us." Jooyoung added.

"Alright." I nodded and went for my extra bedding closet to begin setting up the sleeping arrangements.

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"Jungkook-ah~~" Miso sang as Jungkook hobbled over to the living room to set hot cocoa onto the coffee table while I turned on the TV for a movie.

"Hm?" Jungkook smiled at her, thinning his lips apart to show the mole underneath his lips.

"I can't sleep well at night, will you sing for me?" She puckered her lips.

"Yes, please, Jungkook-ah?" Oh-ya chimed in.

"Yah, my pipes are slightly rusty.." He excused.

"I can make you some honey tea if you want, Jungkook." I smirked as he gave me a look.

"Yes, honey tea~!" They all cheered except Jooyoung, whom was just scrolling through his phone.

"Fine.." He sighed, "But after the movie's over, all right?"

They nodded in agreement.

Then we began the film. It was sweet to have children around me. Jooyoung sat on the couch with Jungkook and I while the girls cuddled up on the air mattress on the floor. I felt bad for the small spaced home, but I couldn't let them be in that empty house of Jungkook's. No offense-- It gets really cold at night.

"Ooh, Jooyoung-ie, your feet are cold! Do you want some socks?" I whispered to him as the film played.

"Oh, you don't have to." He smiled from behind his phone light.

"Hush, I'll be right back with them." I pat his foot and stood up, speed walking down the hall into my bedroom for a pair of grey ankle socks.

Next, I returned and handed them to Jooyoung, he gave me a quick smile before sliding them onto his chilly feet.

Only an hour and forty minutes later, the movie ended, and the girls were ready to finally go to bed.

"Goodnight~" Jungkook waved at them.

"No, wait!" The girls stopped him suddenly.

"Hm?" He leaned over the couch while Jooyoung started getting comfy under his blankets and I in the kitchen.

"..You have to sing for us." They giggled.

"Heh, right.." He replied in a mumble-like voice.

I stirred the newly made tea and soon left the kitchen with it before he could make another excuse. The warm cup of tea was passed to him as I told him it was his honey tea. He groaned and sipped it one by one until the whole cup was empty about 12 minutes later. 

The girls talked to each other in the meantime while he took his time. 

"What song would you like me to sing?" 

"Knee!" 

"IU?" He chuckled while they simply nodded.

I crossed my legs and listened carefully to him clear his throat before singing.

It was literally the first time I've heard him sing. It was like angel's tears, to be honest. God's roses, young John Leguizamo's sweat, basically Jungkook's face except his voice....

Beautiful.

Even if it was just 50 seconds long or whatever, I loved it. You seriously cannot get mad at him once he's singing. He could stop a robbery or whatever.

"MARRY ME~~~" Kisum burst out into laughter after non-stop staring while he sang. 

"Huhuhuhuuh." He teased and pinched her nose before standing up.

"Can you sleep now?" He smiled.

They nodded and all flopped back onto the mattress to fall asleep with their blankets and puffy pillows.

"Night." I twinkled my fingers and walked off to my bedroom where Jungkook followed me.

"Watchu need?" I asked as I flopped myself onto my bed.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see the twins." He answered, moving over to my bed where they were on a blanket with pillow borders. 

I didn't have time to grab a transferable bed for twins so I just put them in the center of my bed.

Jungkook laid on his side behind them while I scooted myself up beside them to mimic his actions.

"Camila." My eyes lifted to his directions. My heart always scorched whenever he said my name. In a soft way like this, really.

"Hm?"

"...Have you thought about what I said the night of the club?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"About me having feelings for you still?"

"Oh."

"Camila."

"I dunno, Jungkook." I plainly said.

"Can I help with that then?" He asked, crawling over the twins and on top of me.

"Jungkook." I inhaled deeply with a burning face.

"Camila, I still really really care for you." He whispered, looking down my shirt while saying so, as well as rubbing his thumbs along the side of my ribs.

I quivered and clenched my teeth.

Jungkook looked me straight in the eyes before saying the four words again; 'I care for you'.

Slowly, he began lowering his head down to place his lips onto mine. Centimeters away were his lips from mine, that close before I made up my mind. Where I made up my mind to place my fingers on his lips and push his head away.

"Wh.." He trailed off and looked at me with a look of hurt.

"You can't do this!" I snapped.

He just stared.

"What? Did you ever think to say you loved me? I care for you! I care for you, Camila! Well, I don't! I love you, Jungkook! And I've been trying not to for so long, but you can't even to stop to think whether or not you LOVE me?" I cried, "Do you want to just stay boyfriend and girlfriend forever? We have fucking children! Look!" 

I pointed at the twins sleeping heavily beside me.

"Camila--"

"Don't say my name, because I know you're gonna come up with some god forsaken excuse. How about this: I just don't know yet." I threw my slipper at him harshly, watching the material fling off his bicep and onto the floor.

"No--"

"How about: I care for you, but I'm not ready." I crossed my arms and flared my nose.

"You love me?" He quietly asked. 

"Yes! I do! I denied it this whole time and made sure to shrug you off whenever I get the chance you appear in my mind. I can't stop thinking about you, and I miss you. I've missed you ever since you dumped me. You dumped me." I put my face into the palm of my tan hands and silently wept. 

"I wouldn't have even thought I got to tell you." I whispered.

"I'm sorry for leaving."