Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 63

1:03am.

"Kookie-ah, let's get more drinks!" I pulled Jungkook's arm, practically dragging him to the bar.

"No! I had one cup and that's it. I have to drive us home, remember?" He frowned at me as if I should've known better. Like a parent would.

"We can just call an Uber.." I puckered my lower lip into a sad face.

"Then what? Risk our car being broken in, in the streets of Miami?" He grinned, raising a cocky eyebrow.

"...Okay...." I pouted then smiled brightly, "At least buy me another drink!!"

"No!" I flinched and wailed dramatically, "KOOKIE COME ON IT'S A...."

"Saturday?"

"YEAH, IT'S A SATURDAY!!"

"Okay, and you've had too much to drink. No more, that's final. Understand?" He said straightforwardly.

We were at our table in the VIP section, it was a tad bit quieter than the bathroom.

I just stared at him until he placed his hand on my thigh, his warm hand caressing it softly. My right eyebrow raised in confusion as I looked up at him and tilted my head, hinting I was confused.

"Does Jungkook have to teach you a lesson when we get home?"

"Wh--"

"Do you... Understand?" He asked strictly, bringing his thumbs underneath the trim of my skirt, raising it about an inch higher.

"Yes." I said quietly, licking my dried lip gloss off my lips.

"Good." He smirked, feeling dominance suddenly in his actions, "Now I'm going to the bathroom. Don't get any drinks unless I say you can."

I nodded and watched him dig his hands into his pant pockets, walking away ever-so-coolly.

"Why is he so hot? The fuck." I scoffed, resting my head onto the table with my purse in front of me.

Suddenly, a buzzing came from my purse. I shot up, digging through my purse in relief that there was activity to do while he was using the bathroom.

???:

Where the HELL are you?

ME:

who dis

???:

It's Jack???!!! I'm outside, the weed's getting cold, get out here.

ME:

oh shit, i forgot. i'll be puy there in a sex!

I typed quickly, not caring about my spelling as I stood up quickly to run out of the VIP section, nor caring about the incoming text message.

My feet stumbled over each other as I ran through the crowds, asking around for the left exit of the club.

Finally, I found myself opening a cold metal door out to a dark alley that was only lit by an orange street light.

My heels echoed in the alley as I walked around, hugging myself tightly.

"Camila?" I shrieked, turning around to see a familiar face in the shadows.

Out stepped Jack, looking the same with his black swept back hair, defined jaw, hazel eyes, and sharp cheekbones. He clenched his jaw, then revealed a sweet remembering smile on his face. The only thing different were the dark purple bags underneath his long lashed eyes.

"How you doing baby-girl? I missed you! You look great!" He pulled me into a hug and squeezed tighter than a friend would, not to mention his arms were lower than they should have been.

"Thanks~" Oh shit, I forgot I was a little tipsy. My voice came out as an obvious drunk girl.

"How long have you been here? You're already drunk." He scoffed with a amused look on his face.

"A while. Sorry, I forgot."

"It's okay. Wanna light up?"

"Mmmh, yes!!" I squealed, feeling my stomach spin in excitement.

The familiar smell swam through my nostrils as Jack pulled a sandwich plastic baggie out of his backpack. Just chunks of greens rested in the plastic bag. I knew exactly what they were.

"Remember what we call 'em?" He smirked feeling happy.

"GRASS PUBES!" We said in unison and cackled hard together.

He put about a gram into a mini bowl and lit it up, inhaling the smoke and letting out a dark cloud.

I took the bowl next, feeling the intoxicating sensation run through my lungs.

......20 minutes later passed of deep conversations. Only 4 minutes after we started smoking we were high. Imagine 20 minutes of continuous smoking?

At one point, I knew playtime was over.

I jumped at a loud door slam behind us. Jack looked over at his shoulder at the exit door being slammed shut, a figure of 5'10 stood in front of the door, facing us.

"Camila, who's that?" Jack whispered.

I frowned, squinting my eyes for a better look but failing to do so. I was too high to focus.

"Let's pretend we're a couple, maybe they'll go away!" He whispered loudly to me.

"What?.." I slurred.

"Follow my lead."

My eyes widened as I yelped out a 'NO'. It was too late. How can the sweet Jack from the last 20 minutes disappear in seconds? No means no! I said Stop over and over again, but he only felt me up more, mauling my lips as he glanced back at forth at the still figure by the door.

"JACK, STOP- THIS IS TOTALLY NOT OKAY!" I pushed him against the brick wall.

"What the fuck, Camila?? If that guy's a god damn creep, I would have helped us both get out of it!" He snapped.

"No 'creep' would approach 2 people talking. Don't ever touch me again. God, why am I so smart?!" I spat.

He just frowned.

"I meant 'stupid'."

He smirked, remembering I was still high and drunk.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me close again, grabbing my butt and kissing my neck.

"FUCKING STOP YOU TWAT-"

I screamed as Jack was pushed to the ground, me being pushed aside instantly.

"ASSHOLE! DON'T EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN!"

My eyelids were pierced open, hearing the familiar Korean ring in my ears. As I just watched the body in a white bomber jacket pound Jack's face with unmerciful punches.

"Jungkook, stop!" I grabbed Jungkook's arm as he flinched, looking over at me with bloodshot eyes and tears rolling down his cheeks.

"No honey, leave him." I gently made my way up his arm with my hands as if I were rope-climbing.

He weakly stood up, towering over me with droopy eyes and bitten lips.

"Don't think about it, let's just go." I grabbed his collar to lower him to my height, brushing my lips barely against his cheek as I whispered into his ear.

"He violated you-"

"Shh, let's just go." I kissed his cheek, rubbing his back to make us both forget it.

He took a few deep breaths before turning around to shoot one last death glare at Jack.

Then we walked away.

Jesus fuck, what happened?