After a couple of minutes of turning into the sidewalks of numerous streets, Carmela and JK finally arrived at the apartment room, talking with smiles as they entered the messy place. JK froze at the door.
"Woah... you're doing a great job living on your own, huh?" He laughed.
"Oh, shut up. Did you think all women are housewives? Whatever that means..." She laughed along as they stumbled over the littered garbage and clothing around the apartment.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of this place." He said, hands on his hips.
"Hm, why do I feel like I should worry?"
"You really shouldn't. But wait... shit."
"What?"
"All my stuff. It's back in the other house with those guys." JK moaned in frustration, and raked a hand through his hair.
"Shit. Uh... okay, I'll just go and get it from there tomorrow. Don't worry about--" Carmela began, but was cut off with a knock on the door.
"Who's that?" JK asked.
"How would I know?"
She pulled open the door, revealing the smirking face of a dark-red haired boy. His inked arms were crossed over his chest and gold shades were resting on his nose.
"Hosi? Ugh." Carmela groaned, and stepped to the side, letting the chuckling boy inside.
"Oh, I know you're happy to see me, baby girl--" Hosi froze as he found a beat up Jungkook standing in the house. He took off his shades, his expression puzzled.
"Jungkook? What the hell happened to you? And how're you here? Did those boys kick you out or what?" He asked, and Carmela turned to him.
"Wait, you knew JK was here? Why didn't you tell me, Hosi?"
"Cause. It never came up." Hosi shrugged.
Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Hosi. He opened his mouth to say something, but then just shook his head and stalked away down the hall to the rooms.
"Hosi, wait one sec please." Carmela said and ran after JK.
The young boy turned as she came up behind him. He was gazing around, confused, in front of the three doors in the hallway. One was the bathroom, one was Carmela's room and one was the spare bedroom which was mostly empty like the rest of the house. She hadn't brought much from back home in Chicago, just a couple of essentials. No furniture or anything like that. Jackson had brought in the frame and mattress of her bed, and she'd picked up the couch in the living room from a thrift store in town.
"That one is my room. You can have this one if you want. It's basically empty." Carmela opened the door to the room, and JK stepped inside. There was a mattress on the floor and a couple of small boxes.
"You haven't unpacked all of your things yet? Bro, it's been like two years." JK laughed as he walked in a circle around the room.
"There's just crap in there. You can take whatever's in there. I clearly don't need it." Carmela smiled and he began opening the boxes excitedly. But then he froze.
"Wait, I should probably go and wash up first."
"Yeah, you probably should. You got a little something on your face there." She giggled as he laughed and brushed past her into the bathroom.
Then she turned away, and walked back to Hosi who was now sitting comfortably in the living room. He smiled as she approached.
"This place just keeps getting messier, huh?" He said.
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Dancing On Thin Ice // KTH
Storie d'amore"I... I don't really know what to say... but all I can think is... I just wanna fucking kiss you already." He growled against Carmela's mouth and her legs trembled. The club was dancing around them, glittering people moving to the music, but Carmel...