INVITATION ONLY. ✓ J. JUNGKOOK.

part twelve.

" MANIPULATION OF POKER. "

cosmopolitan, 2:08am.
your pov.

it was dark as the young adult slipped out of the suite you roomed in. you were sneaking out to go for a walk, to clear your mind.

your brother would be furious if he knew what you were doing at such an hour.
yeonjun were over protective of you and had forbidden you to go walking around the strip at night. especially alone.

you carefully slid the door that you had just come through closed so it made no sound and entered the empty corridor.

stuffing the key card and your hands into the pockets of your oversized jeans, you walked straight and made a right turn to quietly head to the lobby.

you heard flat-out steps approaching behind you after a door shut.
typing in your password to your phone and going straight to your text messages, you distracted yourself from the unknown figure behind you.

the elevator arrow lit green when you stepped inside the opening doors with your back facing its entrance.
suddenly you were spun around and a finger was placed over your lips to keep you from the scream you were just about to let out.

dressed in all black, his earrings and apparel being the same shade as his shoes.
his hair parted in the middle yet slightly messy that made him look like a whole boyfriend.

peeling his finger away from your lips, you spared him a dirty look.
"asshole.. don't creep up on me like that." jungkook chuckled and pressed the button for the elevator to close and bring us to the lobby downstairs.

"your fault for being out at midnight."
"look who's talking..." you crossed your arms and looked away, the air in the 4 walls becoming hot.

"out of all people i get caught here with you."
the boy beside you moved closer to your side when you were greeted by a pool of bodies standing in front of you.

feeling two hands on your hips, you exited the premises as the people then crowded themselves in.
jungkook helped you through the large group while covering your face to prevent those who were flashing pictures of him of you getting shown to the media.

he came to a stop next to a gift shop and whispered in your ear. "where are you going?"
"the strip.. why?"

"im coming with you."

las vegas strip, 2:23am.

"before we decided to move to vegas my brother would always nag at my parents for how i had to come with him.. what other choice did he have? to leave me alone at our birthplace with no possessio-" blabbering non stop to the boy walking with you, you knew that he probably wasn't even listening.

slipping his hands from his pockets he laced it around yours smoothly, creating butterflies in your stomach that you couldn't ignore.

looking at your tangled fingers, you paused your words and poked your inner cheek to prevent a chuckle from escaping your lips.

"you talk too much.." it was his way to get you to shut up, and it worked - like compulsion.
you swung your hands back and forth lightly, letting the air blow the loose hair strands away from your face enjoying the presence of jungkook by your side.

allowing 10 minutes of just walking in a comforting silence, you broke it after following a path to the bellagio fountains.

"jungkook?"
"what's something you thought as a kid that you realized is stupid now?"

"that every grain of rice left in your bowl is a year of bad luck." talking about familial fictions that you went through as a child yourself with your parents was always a favorite.