“Hu-huh?”
You chuckled at his confused expression. Deciding to take another route, you asked another question. “What’s your name?”
“Uh, Jungkook,” he answered hesitatingly, bewildered by the sudden topic change.
“And how do you happen to be at this party?”
“The head of my department wanted to give me some experience?” he replied a bit unsurely, as if he were asking a question rather than answering it. You flashed him a lopsided grin. “Well, it seems your HoD isn’t here; and you looked bored to death before I came. So what’s the harm in a little round of truth or dare, really?”
Jungkook looked lost as he contemplated your offer. If Mr. Choi came and saw that I was gone, would he get angry at me? But then, he did want to give me experience, and sitting here, I’m not experiencing much of anything other than impatience, and that’s not good, right? Really, Mr. Choi should be happy I’m not just wasting my time.
As he thought all this, you looked at him with expectance written all over your features. When he finally came back to reality, his train of thought stopping, the little doubt he had left washed away, your puppy eyes being too cute to resist. With a tiny grin, he said, “Fine, I’ll play with you.”
You broke into a wide smile. “I knew you would come around! Now, truth or dare?”
Jungkook’s eyes suddenly widened. “What do you mean? Why am I the one starting?” He exclaimed, a streak of panic in his voice at having to go first.
You rolled your eyes at his behavior. ‘Okay, you big baby. I’ll go first. I choose dare.”
He smiled, satisfied. Without even a moment’s hesitation, he told you your dare, as if he’d expected you to go first and had prepared already. “I dare you…” He said, pausing for effect, “To go pickpocket someone at this party.”
Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You’d been expecting something quite different from him, but it seemed that his innocent looks were deceiving.
Whatever. It was a dare. You had to do it. “Okay then.” You got up from your seat, scanning the crowd for possible prey. Spotting someone, you announced, “I shall go pickpocket that ahjussi.”
Jungkook followed your gaze to see who was to be your victim.
And then burst out laughing.
“Go,” he managed to blurt out between his chuckles. “I need to see this.” You made a peeved face, but walked over to the guy you’d pointed out before.
Well, less guy, more grandpa. Or great-grandpa. Or, you know, living corpse.
Said corpse was a 200 year old man (give or take), and was currently propped up on his wheelchair, his eyelids sagging shut because of his old man flobby skin, and his bald head not quite as shiny as is the norm, but flaky with grey bits. Somewhere out there, his numerous offspring were probably bitterly planning their father’s murder, so maybe at least their grandchildren would have a chance of inheriting his business monopoly.
His wheelchair looked super classy though.
With the finishing on the oak and everything… You noted as you went closer to him. Who gets their wheelchair made out of wood? You shook your head as if to clear the unnecessary thoughts, and focused on the task ahead.
“Uh, ahjussi? Can I get you something?” You bowed down politely to the old man, with a sweet smile on your face. The ancient individual, in turn, just turned to your direction and smiled creepily. “Uh?” He asked, still wearing the weird smile on his face.
You, with your amazing detective skills, deducted that he was half-blind, deaf and maybe even dumb (in both the ways). You sighed victoriously, and without further ado, just reached into his suit pocket, pulled out his wallet and walked off. At a safe distance, you turned around once just to make sure, and saw that he was staring stupidly at the place you’d once been standing. Such people do not deserve oak wheelchairs with… Is that steel? Please tell me that’s steel. If this person used silver and platinum on their wheelchair, I’mma whoop his-
“Looks like you succeeded,” Jungkook’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “Should I be concerned that you pulled it off so well?”
You turned around to face him, your eyes already rolling. “It was your dare. And I never say no to dares. Also, it looks like it’s your turn now?” You smiled sweetly at him, knowing he was still a bit uncomfortable with having to do dares. “I suppose you’ll choose truth?”
At this, he looked a bit angry. “What do you mean? Of course I’ll choose dare! I’m not scared or anything,” he added at the end, defensively, with a hint of a pout on his lips.
You internally smirked. Your Jedi mind tricks had worked. Yoda should be trembling… “Okay, then. I dare you to go stand in front of the elevator, and throw a glass of water at whoever comes out first.”
