"I swear, I didn't touch him!" I yelled as soon as we got into the hotel room.
"Camila, go take a shower." He let out a long sigh as he took off all his clothes but his boxers.
"Jungkook, don't be like that!" I groaned, getting irritated.
"TAKE A SHOWER!" He yelled.
I flinched, feeling nervous suddenly.
I quickly grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom immediately.
"Fuck." I heard him mutter as soon as I closed the bathroom door.
My heart was racing. I didn't mean to do anything to upset him! I swear to god. What's he going to do?
Slowly, I undressed, worried he was going to yell at me again. I ran a warm shower as I fully undressed, removing makeup and jewelry.
Once the sole of my feet hit the hot tiles of the shower, I felt slightly relieved. This was my comfort zone. The wetness of my caramel skin and feeling of my warm hair flattening down to my skin.
I sat on the tiled floor, holding my knees to my chest and crossing my ankles in front of my crotch. My cheek rested on my knee while I attempted to peacefully let my intoxications wear off.
The sound of the bathroom door swayed open. I knew it was Jungkook.
"I'm sorry." He said over the running water.
"It's fine." I quietly said, although I knew he could hear me.
The steam fogged up the glass step-in shower door while I only heard the sound of something drop softly to the floor.
I peeked up at a muscular leg stepping into the shower, then a fit bod' stepping in fully.
"Hey." I said, trying to keep my chill.
"I didn't mean to yell at you, Camila." He said, looking down at me with a remorseful look on his face. His lips were spread to the left, almost like a sad smirk.
"Help me up." I held my arms out, letting him grip my hands and pull me up to my feet.
I let our skin touch each other, chest-to-chest, toes-to-toes, and nose-to-nose. Of course, that was only possible since he was looking DOWN at me. I'm so short god damn.
"You were pissed, I get it." I forced a smile, feeling his hot breath hit my upper lip.
He blinked as the water trickled out of his hair into a stream down his skin. The water went past his acne scars, scar on his left cheek, and down the center of his lips past his hidden mole.
"I love you, you know that right?" He nodded, failing to hide a smile.
"You're so cute and a great person." I whispered, running my nails up his narrow waist to his shoulder blades.
"You make me who I am..." He replied in the same tone as me.
"Impossible." I eye-smiled, feeling our noses touch.
"Too possible." He moved in only an inch, our lips pressing against each other.
His mouth sucking onto my upper lip in passion.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." He said.
"I love you. I love our kids." I giggled.
"That's the first time I heard you say that.." He peaked a grin, kissing me again.
His wet hand gripped my slippery thigh, pulling it around is waist.
"Camila, can I tell you something?" He asked.
I nodded as he ran his hand up and down my thigh, dangerously close to 'everything'.
"I am deeply, so deeply in love with you. I actually feel complete with you and the twins........ I..." He paused everything, letting out a shaky breath.
"What is it?"
"I fucking love you. I want to spend my entire life with you, no matter what happens. No matter how many fights we have and no matter how old and wrinkly we get." He chuckled under his breath.
Except I didn't have any--- Breath I mean-- I was too choked on his words. What's going on?
"And I don't wanna say it in any cheesy way or anything... Also I can't get on my knees in front of you right now, or else we're gonna end up doing something else....... If you know what I'm talking about." I blushed, letting out a laugh.
"But-- Shit, can we just fuck first? I'll tell you after."
"No! Say it now." I sucked in my lips.
"Fine.." He scratched the back of his neck, biting into his lip in thought.
"Can we get married?"
"UH, I THINK YES. GOD DAMN!" I wrapped my arms around his waist and slammed my lips up into his, aggressively yet passionately kissing his tenderness.
"Can we do it now?" He excitedly smirked.
"Yeah, okay."
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Maknae | j.jk
Fanfic"So 'Golden Maknae', huh?" "Yeah.. Just something I picked up along the way during Freshmen year.." Jungkook said with a smile. "Golden means you can do anything right?" I attempted to tease him. "I guess." He shrugged. "Interesting.." I bit my lip...