|| House of Cards - BTS ||
Slow down the time
Please stay for a little more
Please baby calm down
Just a little more
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"Hey babygirl," he grins, as he stands towering over me with the cue stick in his hand. "Miss me?"
I get a sudden flashback of the night I had first arrived at his mansion.
"Hey babygirl," he said in a low voice that made me gulped. A sudden smirk appeared on his face. "Miss me?"
The memory quickly fades away and my eyes focuses on his face, ignoring his rhetorical question. This seems to be a little suspicious. I peer over his shoulder and notice only his soldiers are playing with him.
Where's Jin, J-Hope, and Taehyung?
"Seri, we're leaving." I grab her arm but she stays still.
"Uh...I-I think—" she stutters but Jungkook cuts her off.
"What's the rush, Ms. Kim?" He smirks. "You don't want to play with me?"
I look at him with great irritation. Why does he always happen to be at the places I go?
"Um, Mr. Jeon I've been part of you little games way too many times," I snicker. " I definitely wouldn't want to play with you."
"C'mon just one game?" He pleads, pouting his lips mockingly.
But I stay put with my arms folded, not giving in.
"How about..." he pauses and think, "play me once and if you win I'll leave you and that boyfriend of yours alone," his eyes bore into mine, "I give you my word."
Leave me alone?
I get a sudden excitement from his offer. But I can't help examine his face trying to figure out what exactly he wants from me. There's no way he'll just offer this without getting something out of it.
"And what if you win?" I asks, eager to know what his motive is.
"...and if I win," he pauses, then leans closer to me,"Hmmm, you're just gonna come home with me for the night."
"Are you kidding me?" I scorn. "Don't you have a fiancé? Why would you be asking me this?"
"What's wrong with my offer?" He looks at me with a cocky expression. "Oh babygirl, I'm not asking you to sleep with me for the night. All I asked, is that you will come home with me for the night. There's a difference."
Jungkook really is the most delusional person I know. He doesn't seem to find any wrong in the way he thinks.
And why would he think I'd go home with him? Does he think I'm stupid?
"I mean we can sleep together if that's where you're getting at, because we most definitely can if that's what you want." He takes a quick glimpse of my lips before bringing it back to my eyes.
I give him a scoffing look. He must be out of his mind to think I would sleep with him, especially now that I'm with Jimin. I can see him smirking, taking note of my expression.
"I mean why wouldn't you take a chance?" He smirks. "This isn't the first time you played with me before. If you haven't remembered, I've never won against you."
This man is playing with me.
But now that I think about, back when we were together we would always play eight ball pool at home and I would always win against him. My skills had actually came from Jackson since we grew up playing it together.
I'm a little hesitant but there's a part of me that's urging me to take the offer. But what if I lose? I can't do this to Jimin.
"How about this, if there's some miraculous reason I win...I'll give you one more chance. But if I lose the first time, then that'll be it for me. I'll leave you alone." He gives me a half smile. "What do you say, baby?"
I look at him, then glance at Seri who looks timid at the presence of Jungkook.
"Deal," I confidently say, without a thorough consideration of the potential outcomes.
But like what Jungkook mentioned, I've never lost against him and tonight I'm gonna make sure it stays that way.
His lips immediately curls into a satisfied smile and hands me the cue stick. "Here."
"What game are we playing?" I asks.
"The one you love playing," he answers. "Eight ball pool."
~~~
It was 3 am in the morning, in Jimin's gaming room.
"C'mon just one more game!?" I pleaded. "Please?"
"Babe this is our fifteenth time playing, I'm starting to get tired," he complained.
"But I have yet won a single game," I whined. "I swear, I'm good at this."
"I told you, I'm a pro at playing billiards. I've never lost. But honestly, you're still pretty good...at least compared to Namjoon." He started chuckling.
I didn't laugh. Namjoon was the worst billiards player.
"Okay, fine let's play one more." He finally gave in. "But why do you want to win so badly?"
"Because I would always win against..." I stop myself, realizing I shouldn't mention his name.
"Against who?" He instantly asked, sounding possessive.
I went quiet, unable to answer. But I think he already knew who I was referring to.
Jimin ended up brushing it off and continued playing.
In the end, I ended up winning the game.
"Yay, you won!" Jimin tiredly say with forced enthusiasm. "Let's go to sleep now."
He seems too happy for his first lost in eight ball pool. But I don't even care, I just like the satisfaction that I won. I hated losing.
Next thing I knew, Jimin swept me off of my feet and carried me off towards our shared room.
~~~
I ended up losing the game with Jungkook.
"Good job, boss!" One of Jungkook's soldiers shout, while the others cheer for him.
I glance at Seri, and she seems to be nervous and worried for me.
How did he win? He was the worst player, last time I remembered. Even worst than Namjoon. I was so confident that I was going to win this. But I did noticed how different he was playing. It was like he was some professional billiards player. Did he get himself lessons or something?
"Like I said baby, you'll get this last chance." He already starts placing the balls into the triangle rack. "Here, I'll allow you to break."
I'm starting to doubt myself. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, especially in my drunk state.
I only have this last game. I had fully believed I would have won the first game.
I have to win this last game with him. No matter what—I will not go home with him tonight.
***
In the closing game, I had pocketed six of my seven striped balls, leaving me with just one more striped ball until I can aim at the black ball—the eight ball.
Jungkook had three more solid balls to shoot before he can aim to shoot at the black ball to win.
It was my turn. The last striped ball for me to pocket, but the angle isn't the greatest.
How would I be able to do this?
Jungkoook watching me closely as I plan what I should do is making me more nervous.
Once I finally made up my mind, I lean down, and about to aim my cue stick when Jungkook stops me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I glance up at him confused. I'm sure my decision is the right one.
"If you were to aim there, it wouldn't hit it. Trust me."
I can feel myself starting to sweat, becoming hesitant of my decision.
I think I should rethink of my next move.
I take deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I bend down, trying my best to keep my vision steady, as I block everyone around and focus on this one shot.
But suddenly a body presses firmly behind me, making my heart jump and feeling my entire body frozen.
"Here, you should aim like this."
It's Jungkook.
He's body leans down with me, as he places his hands onto my hands to help me point on the stick. But before I can react, he aims my stick for me and it instantly shoots into the pocket.
"See, I told you."
I slightly turn my head only to meet his alluring eyes, as his body still firmly presses behind me.
His eyes gaze down my lips then back into my eyes, hearing the loud thumping beat of my heart. I couldn't help but take a quick glimpse of his lips. Soon his lips turn into a smirk, making my eyes widen, realizing he's still holding me from behind.
I quickly push him off of me as I straighten myself up.
I meet his eyes again, but this time it isn't the cold one. There's something familiar in them, making my eyes unable to look away, getting a nostalgic feeling in my heart.
His loving eyes with a hint of wistfulness in them.
But that quickly fades away and his arrogant expression returns, probably taking notice of my lack of excitement for helping me out.
I couldn't even be happy. I'm still trying to get myself together from how close he was. How his body pressed against mine made me feel some type of way.
"You should be grateful. Now you're more likely to win. You only got the eight ball to aim at, while I still have to shoot three more before I can shoot that black ball to win this game."
Why would he help me? Doesn't he want to win?
I shrug the overwhelming feeling off from his sudden familiar touch. All that matters to me now is that I'm going to win this in my next turn and finally get home.
I'm confident in myself—or maybe it's the alcohol talking.
I stand back, watching Jungkook take his turn. He takes a few moments to examine all the three balls and then his expression turn serious as he crouches down about to aim.
I watch him eye down the cue ball and shoot and instantly sinks all of his three solid balls in one shot.
My mouth opens, feeling shock. How did he do that?
Now, it's fair game. All he needs is to aim at the black ball to win, just like me.
"I know it's my turn again but I'll let you have this one," Jungkook says, taking me off of my shook state.
I easily take his offer, not wanting to lose my chances of winning. I can feel my heart accelerating and body shaking.
This is it. It's a must that I get this one in.
I take a deep breath as I focus on the black ball—the last ball that can change my life.
This is it. Get this in, y/n.
All I need is to aim this eight ball and I win.
I brace myself about to shoot but I suddenly pause, becoming hesitant once again.
This move needs to be the right one.
I can feel my heart racing even quicker, starting to lose focus of the ball. I feel like the effect of alcohol is slowly engulfing me whole, as my vision becomes unsteady and feeling my head starting to spin.
My shaking hands impulsively shoots at the cue ball, feeling my heart sinking knowing the black ball isn't going to go in.
My heart sinks deeper hearing the eight ball hit the ledge of the table instead of it sinking into my intended pocket.
I can feel myself about to panic but I just remember that I still had a chance. I just need Jungkook to miss, so I can get another chance and win this time.
Jungkook didn't waste no time, and aims at the black ball without having to even think. The sound of the eight ball dropping into the pocket churns my heart and twists my stomach.
No. This can't be.
"A deal is a deal baby." He looks at me with a arrogant grin.
This isn't fair. I had too much to drink. During the game I was constantly feeling dizzy and not even having the best coordination.
Ugh. But I know using that excuse on him won't work.
I just know I'm defeated. There is no going around this. I made a stupid deal. I was too confident. I really thought I would have won considering I never lost to Jungkook and even won against a pro like Jimin.
"What is it that you want from me anyways?" I fold my arms, feeling frustrated with myself. "Why would you want me to just come spend the night at your place?"
"Baby, wouldn't you just love to spend the night with me?"