unfair play // jjk

28 // goldjeon

It was saturday.

November 23rd, and it's cold morning, rushed over my head as I waited at the bus stop for Jungkook to catch up.

"You...didn't have to....r-run so fast..." Jungkook panted but tried to swallow his fatigue.

I laughed slightly and ruffled his hair over his smiling face. "Yes. I did."

He pretended to be upset, as a pout fell over his face and I couldn't help but laugh at his childish baby-pout. He grabbed my hand and pulled it off his head and held it tight, as we stood waiting for the bus to arrive. I could see it's bright screen coming down the bridge and Jungkook pulled me to the curb.

"Where are we going again?" I asked him, locking my eyes on him instead of the bus that was approaching.

"Hm," He thought for a moment before shrugging. "don't know."

"What?" I smiled at his foolish smile that grew bigger when he saw mine. We fed off each others grins. "You don't even know where we're going?"

"Am I the driver of the bus?"

I shook my head slowly and bit my lip, trying to hide the smile that was starting to burn the muscles in my face. "No."

"Then how should I know?" The bus' breaks squealed to a screeching stop. I turned to see the huge black doors swing open and Jungkook took my hand tightly, stepping forward slightly and looking back at me, who hadn't moved.

"Let's just go where it takes us."

-

When we arrived downtown, Jungkook insisted we got off and so we did.

"I thought you didn't know where we were going," I shook my head and smiled. "can I call bluff on that one?"

He stopped and gave me a sarcastic eyebrow-raise. "Go ahead and try. This will be fun."

I rolled my eyes in the most loving, caring way I knew how. I couldn't stop smiling though, and it made it really hard to force anger out of my expression. He really didn't know where we were going, and for once, I was okay with it.

I stared down the long, busy and crowded street, and all I could hear was the sound of car horns blaring and the train screeching against the rails as it passed by. I looked back up at Jungkook and smiled. Even if this place was noisy, I couldn't hear anything but him.

When Jungkooks hand tugged me forward, forcing me to trip slightly, Jungkook grabbed my arm and stopped me from falling farther.

"So clumsy." He shook his head, tongue clicking to sound like a mother.

I shook up straight, scowling. "You're the one who pulled me."

"Should've been paying attention," His back turned to me and he started to gently pull again, but this time I kept walking beside him.

When he walked past a small café, he froze and examined the front window, letting go of my hand and pressing his face against the glass.

"C-coffee..." His dramatic side was showing when he started slowly sliding down the glass.

I laughed hysterically. "Are you dying for coffee that bad?"

He whipped his head around and gave me his stellar actor eye. His expression begged for coffee, and it only made me laugh harder when his eyes went sad; but it was the kind of acting that was so horrible, it was funny.

"Please..." His arm reached out for me and he was trying for tears, too.

I couldn't breathe, that's how hard I was laughing. I watched as in slow motion, he inched towards me, a torn expression trying to hide his smile that threatened to end his big scene.