"chaeng!" i squealed the moment she entered my room. i was about to get annoyed with her sudden barging into my room, but her expression clearly shows how upset she is over something. she heavily sighed as she laid down on my bed and pouted at me.

my face automatically scrunched at the sight of her aegyo. she then playfully hit my arm and sat abruptly.

"wae geurae?" i asked. she was about to speak up, but just chose to cry out loud. good thing i'm a good-hearted person, or else i could've started filming her right now because of how funny she looks and post it. you know, more additions to her memesé collections.

"it's just that my birthday's already tomorrow," she paused for a bit and sniffed. "yet that stupid motherfather park jimin ain't doing a single thing!" she continued.

"motherfather? huh?" i questioned.

"you know how i don't cuss lisayah! it's supposed to replace the word m toot f toot ker!" she explained causing me to laugh out loud. typical church girl, roseanne.

i grabbed her by the shoulder and stared into her eyes. she was shocked at the sudden change of the atmosphere and so she gulped.

"say it with me park chaeyoung," i said. "motherfucking park jimin."

she automatically removed my hands from her and hit me with a pillow.

"ya!  i don't want to!" she protested. i still tried persuading her in cussing at jimin, yet her mora values can't be easily bent.

i just gave up on influencing her and started to listen to her rants. i got surprised at how her nose easily became red. i snickered a bit and started patting her back. she really gets hurt at simple things, that's why my senses always try to protect her from anything.

"when we landed in LA, he didn't even bother to contact me! and now that their grammy awards is done, he still hasn't done anything? what the fudge lisayah! the boys even managed to do a vlive earlier! jungkook was even late in their event because he called you right? but jimin huh, the audacity! is he breaking up with me? did i do something wr—" i cut her off and started to hug her tight. this is the real chaeng, anyone who's close with her would know how much of an overthinker she is. be it about personal relationships or just shallow stuffs.

she's like a kid sometimes, but you know what? having chaeng in your life seriously feels like a blessing. she literally gives everything she has to the people she loves and she doesn't hold back.

"pabo! stop thinking about those things, arasso? i know jimin, he probably just wants to mess with your head. now stop crying park chaeyoung and get some beauty sleep! tomorrow's your day bitch!" i scolded. her face lightened up a bit and she managed to break out a smile.

suddenly, we got startled by the ringing of my phone. jungkook's name popped on the screen causing chaeng to heave another sigh.

"i can just tell him to call later if you want. we can spend ti—"

"ani! go answer your boyfriend's call! he probably missed you so much." she answered.

i then answered his video call and my eyes widened at what i'm seeing. it seems like he just got out of the shower and he was drying his hair. he was slightly facing back from the camera and i could only get a glimpse of his face from the mirror.

his chest is barely exposed as he was wearing a robe, and i never wanted to take that clothing off from him so bad.

"jungkook!" chaeng interrupted as she grabbed my phone. i thought she would get shocked at the sight but it seems like she doesn't care about it.

"oh! i didn't notice my call already got answered!" he said as he went nearer the camera. chaeng just stared there, squinting her eyes so bad at the sight of jungkook.

"uhm, lisa?" he cried out. i chuckled as how his voice broke. i forgot how he confessed to me that he's terrified of my members once they're mad.

"jeon jungkook, listen to me! if you ever break my lisa's heart, i will find you and break your face!" she screamed. i saw how his eyes widened upon hearing chaeng's threat.

"and say to that hyung of yours that if he wants to break up with me, atleast he should face me like a man even though his height is for a kid!" she continued as she gave me back my phone and stormed out of the room.

"what the fucking fuckery was that?!" he questioned the moment he heard the door closed. i was giggling upon seeing his reaction. he was confused big time, i can tell.

"baby, i would never do anything to hurt you!come on, the only type of pain i'll ever put you through is when i put myself inside of you." he continued, and just then the sound of my laughter vanished and were replaced with his.

"pervert as always!" i screamed. he laughed it off for seconds before he calmed down. he then shaped his mouth into the letter o and furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"baby, what was chaeyoung's problem?" he asked.

"oh, it's just that hyung of yours isn't doing talking to her or anything. it's her birthday tomorrow, jesus christ! what is his plan?" i said.

he smirked for a while before answering my question.

"you know how playful hyung is, but no worries he's got it all planned. he planned the surprise so well that ants would start crawling at them because its too sweet."

i just rolled my eyes at him and snickered a bit. atleast it calmed me knowing that jimin isn't breaking up with chaeng, or any of those negative things she's thinking about.

"how was your flight baby?" he asked. "i badly wanted to meet you secretly when you landed in LA but you guys didn't even wait for a few hours before flying to new york!"

"sorry baby, if only i have control to my time, i straight up walked into your dressing room." i jokingly said. he just pouted and went closer to the camera.

"when can i see you again?" he whispered, as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"but you are seeing me, idiot." i answered back.

"no, like physically see you. i miss your scent already baby."

i softly smiled at him before saying the words i miss you too to him.

his expression suddenly changed as he realized something. i squinted my eyes at him trying to read him yet i failed.

"ya manoban, you better stay away from guys! i'm not there beside you, who knows what might happen. and please, don't interact with that hiss hiss." he scolded.

my face showed confusion as i had no idea who he was referring to.

"that dj snake, ahjumma. you're really slow at this kind of things." he sighed. i was about to scream at him since he called me grandma yet he started talking again.

"he can admire you from afar. but that's that. you don't want to see another video of me being pissed, manoban."

"what piss? you clearly were just hungry in that video."

"yeah, hungry for you." he maliciously stated. i unconsciously rolled my eyes at him, it's like everything he says is either sweet or pervert in nature. mostly, the latter.

"but seriously baby, i was pissed that day. am i too shallow for getting jealous over him calling you queen?" he questioned.

i could've said yes, you twat but we all have different levels of hurt, and disregarding his emotions would just make him feel bad.

"ya jungkook, even if you're easily angered by non-malicious things other men do for me,"

"it ain't a non-malicious thing to keep commenting on your instagram posts." he cut off.

"it is!"

"oh sorry, do you want me to ask your fanboys if they have a thing for you, huh? especially hanbin, jaewon, song kang, and krung?"

"wait, what? krung?" i got taken aback.

"i've said what i've said. and i still disagree with you saying all those glances and things they do with you don't mean anything." he replied.

"ya jeon jungkook,"

"ani. andwae. non. mai krap." he firmly stated.

"aight," i gave up. "the point here is it's fine for you to feel jealous but remember that no one's going to take me away from you. i even copied your airport style earlier, and used purple heart emojis whenever you post something. plus hello," i paused to show my index finger at him.

"i am wearing your ring, dumbass. i'm yours and you're clearly mine. we're basically glued to one another." i continued.

he flashed his bunny smile and i suddenly had the urge to ask back his question.

"how about you, huh? are you avoiding girls jeon jerkook?" i asked as i raise my eyebrow at him.

i laughed upon seeing his reaction. he seemed offended for a moment, with lines appearing on his forehead.

"ya, jinjja! wah! i basically scream in public that you're my girl. are the thai greetings not enough? those subtle hints i post, eh? the way i stare at those men who seems interested in you, huh? those songs i post that looks similar to you? do you want me to make you a song, cause u can mano—"

i let out a big laugh causing him to stop whatever he's saying.

"why are you so competitive, baby? i was just kidding!" i said in between laughters.

"kidding or not, i want to remind you everyday how much you mean to me!" he argued.

i smiled softly at him. "i love you, jungkook."

"i love you more, mrs. jeon." he said.

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evidences:
- tb to GDA, jk not looking at hanbin whenever he passes by

- jungkook late at the event, the same day bpink arrived in LA (and flew off to NY)