Namjoons Sister | Jungkook Fanfiction

Chapter 14: Im sorry, about...... the flour

(A/n: I know you probably hate me from the last chapter XD)
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We were walking to my big brothers house and we weren't far from it, we stopped as hobi jumped in front of me and started bowing continuously. "Mianhae Y/n & Jungkook" he apologized and ran off. (Mianhae/ 미안해 / Sorry).

Me and Jungkook looked at each other confused, then continued walking. When we got at the door Taehyung opened it, smiled, and had a face of disgust scoffing while walking over to the couch and falling onto it.

Taehyung signed as we went in, Jungkook looked at me and I shrugged. Taehyung is a slight drama king, I thought.

I went to my room, and sat down onto my bed. "I will prank Yoongi, and it will be the best one yet!" I said to myself, pulling one a sheet of paper. Hehehehe

I ran downstairs to the kitchen but stopped and turned around peeking into the living room. "Taehyung, where is Yoongi?" I asked un suspiciously, "Work" he responded. "Kay" I said rushing back into the kitchen searching for & grabbing the flour.

I turned around a bit fast and ran into Jungkook spilling flour on both of us....

"MIANHAE OPPA" I said running to my room, oh god... Why did I run away, wait he already knows I have flour now so what was the point. I shut my door, held it shut before locking it.

I left Jungkook in the kitchen probably speechless, which he is, he's standing in the kitchen speechless, covered in flour, and jaw hanging. But he just smiled and laughed it off. I should've stayed, I sighed, I'm a messy white ghost right now. But that's okay.

I opened the door that connects me and Yoongis room, once I entered I searched as a double check no one was in here. I looked for something to stand on, my options were, a dresser, a trash bin, and a short stool.

The stool wasn't tall enough, nor the trash bin, I got up and stood on the dresser, reaching for the ceiling fan. After a while of stretching and not falling off I successfully put the flour on each wing.

But....

Jungkook came in, and when he opened the door it shook the dresser causing me to hit the floor. I braced myself for the harsh fall, and contact of the cold carpet floor. Closing my eyes, but surprisingly Jungkook had caught me by an arm, I was inches from the floor. He was leaning towards me with one of his legs in the air. I looked like I was getting up from a push up.

"Why did you spill flour on me, and leave the scene?" He asked like a detective interrogating a criminal. "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to do something" I answer sheepishly trying avoid the main answer.

"What are you doing in Yoongi's room" he raised an eyebrow, and the left corner of his lip flashed a frown. "I'm pranking him..." I sighed admitting the truth. "Ugh, it's stuffy in here" Jungkook said putting me down and heading to turn on Yoongis fan.

"Wait! Jungkook don't!" I warmed him, as he turned it on I face palmed mentally and psychically. As I watched am horrible mistake unfold. Nothing has gone right today, I thought to myself.

The flour gave off a dust look and it flew around the room, but mainly landed all over Jungkook. When I thought it was safe, I looked up and saw a angry Jungkook that just sighed and left. Leaving me to clean this up and redo it, I love cleaning.