House of Cards

Xiley (3)

"I'm sorry, could you tell me how you got my-" I panickingly stood from the floor.

All the things my brain had tucked away from the previous night slowly crept to the front of my mind. It was like a movie. I was drawn to him, physically, and emotionally. I danced on this stranger, and very obviously offered him parts of my life that not many people knew about. Vivid images of me inputting my number into this random man's phone surfaced, and I palmed my forehead in embarrassment.

"Actually... I know. I can't believe I almost forgot. I guess I had a little too much to drink." I laughed nervously, biting my lip to hide the shakiness in my voice.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I had a wild night too," He paused for a moment, "but then I remembered the fine ass girl that danced for me gave me her number." I knew he had a smirk plastered on his face, and I hated that.

"Well, that fine ass girl was drunk off her ass, and probably shouldn't have done that." I said, pacing around my room with one arm behind my back, toying with the hem of my shirt.

Jungkook laughed, "Well, I appreciate it anyway."

Goosebumps ran down my arms. The tone of his voice was so chilling, and commanding that I wanted to know more about him.

"Did you call me just to embarrass me, or did you have something to talk about?" I prodded, still pacing, and anxiously pulling loose strings that hung from my shirt.

"Believe it or not, I just wanted to hear your voice again. It's still as cute as I remember." He said.

"I wouldn't call myself cute, I think sexy is more my speed." I hopped on my bed, letting my legs hang from the edge, and swinging them back and forth like a schoolgirl crushing on her third boy for the semester.

"Let me catch up to you then."

He replied so quickly, I had no time to react. My body stilled and I could feel a bead of sweat running down my shirt. I felt pulled to Jungkook. So much so that I couldn't think of a response.

"I- um, you can... catch up I mean. I wanna see how fast you are." I said, wiping my now sweaty palms on my skirt.

Jungkook sat quietly on the other end. I grew nervous waiting for his response. I thought maybe I had said the wrong thing, or maybe my words weren't as sly as his. How could I possibly flirt with someone who probably only remembers the color of my bra. Xiley you are so stu-

"Okay. Drop the addy," Jungkook declared.

My heart was pounding. It took a lot of strength not to squeal and send him my address. I wanted him more than words could explain at this very moment. I had to fan myself in order to cool down. I put the phone on speaker and sat it down beside me. I rose from the bed and kicked Mingi's slippers off. Since it had been a few seconds since Jungkook requested my address, I remembered to respond to him before I came across as a serial killer plotting his murder.

"I would... but I have work tonight, and you know what that consists of." I tried to play it cool. Acting as if I wasn't fawning over him, and about to have a panic attack just from the mere request to have access where I lay my head at.

Jungkook sighed. I heard faint voices in the background, but couldn't make out if they were male or female. "That I do," He clicked his tongue. "You good to chill any time after tonight?"

Feeling like I wasted enough time fooling around with Mingi's shoes and this phone conversation with Jungkook, I started to undress myself. I kept my rhythm, though, and replied in a matter of seconds. "What's your definition of chill, Jungkook?"