My Mafia- (ON HIATUS)

Thirty-Three

"So how is it?" Jungkook looked hopeless by now.

After tries of getting the perfect flavor, after many times of nearly burning the whole airplane, he finally finished his dish.

Who knew making toast would cause such chaos?

Lisa glared at him, ripping the toast with her extravagant cutlery.

"It's...."

"Not good," Lisa spoke.

Jungkook sighed, he just needs to get back to the toaster then and hope next time he's lucky to pass.

"Toaster here I come, again..." Jungkook sighed walking to the thing.

"But perfect." Lisa smiled.

Jungkook froze. Perfect? Did she just say perfect?

He immediately ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

"Woah did I miss an occasion or something?" Lisa frowned patting the boy in her arms.

"I passed! I fucking finally pass the toast test!" Jungkook ran around the kitchen.

"In ya face!" Jungkook mocked the toaster.

Lisa just looked weirdly disgusted. Was the only task she gave that hard to accomplish?

"Jungkook stop. Your acting like a 5-year-old." Lisa laughed at the boy who is continuously kissing her neck.

"I'm so damn happy. Who knew toast was so hard to make!" he picked her up.

"Yah what the hell are you doing put me down kook!" She hit his arms.

"Doll, when you're in Paris you follow everything I say." Jungkook carried the girl.

"Why? Your not my mom." She frowned still trying to get down from the muscle pig.

"Hap. If you don't follow what I say, say bye-bye to sleeping inside." Jungkook threatened.

"How can you be so mean?" Lisa gasped.

"Trust me doll, nothing is eviler than your toast test." Jungkook put her down on the plane seat.

"Yah It wasn't evil. At least you gained some skill. I mean who can't make toast?" Lisa mocked.

"I can't, but now I do. Now we're arriving better put your seatbelt on and fix your clothes." Jungkook fastened his seatbelt.

"Ugh."

Lisa just couldn't believe she was threatened with such a threat. She promised herself next time it wouldn't just be a toast test.

"Doll are you okay?" Jungkook asked.

He looked at her hands who were grabbing onto his, tightly.

"I'm okay..." Lisa inhaled.

"Then why are you gripping on my hand like a hawk?" Jungkook asked, yet again.

"Or maybe I'm not," Lisa gulped holding her stomach.

"Your plane sick?"

"What else would I be? Pregnant?" Lisa glared at him.

Jungkook raised his hands in surrender.

"I was expecting you to sarcastically answer, but pregnant, damn," Jungkook stated.

"Oh shut up. Clear your mind you dirty hoe."

"How can I? We're in the city of love, baby..." Jungkook smirked.

"Eww, what the hell. How did you get so dirty? This ain't the kook I know. Who are you?" Lisa slapped his cheeks.

"Ouch, I'm still me. Couldn't take some jokes?" Jungkook caressed his cheeks.

"I know. It's just so satisfying to slap those fluffy cheeks." Lisa pinched his cheeks.

"Calling it fluffy doesn't help either."

The Plane Has Landed Successfully In Paris. Bonjour Parí

"Ommo, finally." Lisa opened her seatbelts rushing to the sink.

"You okay there?" Jungkook caressed her back, patting it.

"I'm okay..." Lisa exhaled washing her mouth.

"How about I take you to the clinic, yeah?" Jungkook tucked her hair.

"No thank you,"

"Are you sure? I have some Panadol-"

"Why are you acting like it's such a big thing anyways. People could mishear and think I'm carrying a baby." Lisa frowned.

"You and your obsession with the word pregnant." Jungkook sighed.

"Come on kook, wear this jacket and we're out." Lisa handed him a chequered jacket.

"But seriously doll, don't you want some pills?" Jungkook brought down some luggage.

"No thanks. Come on slow poach." Lisa grabbed the luggage.

"Le París, Mama's ready to roll!" Lisa shouted.