My Mafia- (ON HIATUS)

Thirty-Two

"Aww, you look perfect kookie." Lisa came into the room, awed at the gorgeousness of the man.

"Do I have to wear this?" He frowned.

"You look nice kookie." Lisa smiled.

"You only said that because you picked it..." Jungkook glared at her.

"Yes. And don't complain or I will surely won't ever hold your hand ever again." Lisa smirked victoriously leaning on the door. He will definitely refuse to that.

"I can live..." Jungkook played.

Lisa turned her head at him. Eyes widened.

'This jerk, not buying my bribe, is he? Challenging me now?' Lisa clenched her fists.

"Fine! I woný too." Lisa stomped back into the room.

"Doll, wait I was just kidding-"

He sighed.

"Baby, open this door..." he knocked on the door his spouse just slammed shut and locked tightly.

"Doll, I was just joking around, don't take it seriously," he tried again, touching the door.

"NO!" She shouted.

"Please? I promise I will never let go of your hand ever after this...?" Jungkook tried for the last time.

"Fine..."

And just like that, a soundless click was heard, enough to bring Jungkook into a relief mood.

"So what are you waiting for? Hold my hand!" Lisa glared at him, gritting every promise that he made.

Jungkook hurriedly wrapped his fingers around hers, scared of his life.

This may sound stupid... The Jeon Jungkook, golden maknae, the one who isn't afraid of anything, not even death... Is actually afraid of his own girlfriend.

"Tighter!" She demanded shooting a death glare that can physically kill any mortal being on this earth.

He tightened his grip.

Lisa looked at their hands, she emotionlessly stared into his eyes.

"Come on. I'm hungry," she started walking, dragging him along.

"Fiesty.." Jungkook whispered through his breath shaking his head.

Unfortunately, the lioness heard it...

"What did you just say?" She turned around.

"Erm, fi-fiesta! Yeah, there's this famous fiesta going on in Italy, I almost forgot about it." Jungkook gulped.

"Whatever, Paris is more important." She snapped.

"Good morning your majesties." Dee bowed.

"Morning dee," Jungkook smiled.

"Morning," Lisa stated.

'Bad mood?' Dee mouthed.

'She's trying to kill me...' Jungkook replied.

Lisa stopped.

"Where's my seat?" she held her chin up.

Jungkook hurriedly pushed a stool to her.

"Jungkook make me some toast." Lisa sat on the stool.

"Dee can I get-"

"No. I didn't say ask for some toast. Make it" Lisa demanded.

"Mwo?"

"Yes. It's just toast. I want one with some jam and New Zealand butter, spread the jam 1/4 of the toast and some eggs sunny side up. Most importantly I want the toast golden brown with a very crunchy crust." Lisa demanded.

"Toast?"

"Your so slow today kook. Of course, toast now make it or else I will go back to the room-"

"Ani, Ani. Don't go there. I'll make one now. Right," Jungkook stood up looking for the bread.

Unfortunately for him, there are three types of bread. Wholemeal, White bread and Raisin Bread.

He looks at her furrowed expression.

"W-What bread?"

"Excuse me! You should know!" Lisa crossed her legs shouting at the poor boy.

"Okay..."

'Fuck what bread does she like?' Jungkook whispered hovering his hands on the bread.

'Luck please be on my side.' he sighed picking his favorite type of bread, a brown Wholemeal.

"Where is the toaster..." Jungkook mumbled searching for the toaster.

"Wait- is this it." He frowned at the little machine with two holes that could fit a bread size.

"Yes, now toast it." Lisa stared at him.

Jungkook hurriedly put the two pieces of bread inside the hole.

'Wheres the start button?'

Jungkook searched everywhere.

'Is this shit it?' he looked at a little red puller.

'Am I supposed to pull it down, or...'

Ping!

"Ah. Okay..." Jungkook smiled.

Lisa looked at him in disbelief.

"Have you ever been to the kitchen?" Lisa crossed her arms.

"Yes, I have, millions of times."

"Then what is this about?" Lisa pointed at the mess Jungkook made. Just the first few steps of making a simple piece of toast were already creating a racket in the airplane kitchen.

"You don't understand, toast just hates me." Jungkook glared at the bread.

"Jungkook, toast isn't alive. Whatever, there look, it's cooked. Better serve it to me before it burns." Lisa pointed at the smoking machine.

Dee who has been looking at the royal mismatching and practically the destroying of the kitchen couldn't help but laugh, and so did the other flight attendants.

"Dee..." Jungkook glared at her.

"Sorry your majesty," Dee stopped laughing.

"Dee," Lisa signaled her.

"Right away your majesty," she rushed to get something from the store.

"This is some of the most expensive kinds of butter and jams in this world. Pick my favorites then serve to me." Lisa opened the containers.

Each one of them contained different varieties of creamy butter and Jam. There was a heck of a lot. Marmalade, Lemon jam, blueberry, strawberry. Don't even start of the butter, New Zealand, Austria, Cheesy, Creamy Whipped. Jungkook just couldn't understand why all of them was different, I mean to him, butter is just butter.

"How am I going to pick?" Jungkook frowned.

"I dunno. Chop Chop, I'm hungry." Lisa sat back on the velvet chair, clapping her hands in order.

"Fingers crossed then..." Jungkook dived in for the condiments.