"What can I say? It's in my blood," You said in a sing-song voice, pleased to have convinced him to keep playing with you. You got up from where you'd casually been sitting on the stairway, taking off your earrings (they'd proven to be inconvenient while running), and putting them in your bag. "What are you waiting for?"
Jungkook sighed. "Truth or Dare?"
You smirked. "Well, I'm in no state to do a Dare now, so..." What you said was true - that CEO-chasedown had got you winded. "Truth."
With no hesitation, he fired his question at you.
"What exactly are you doing at this party? You look pretty young to me."
You clicked your tongue. "Can young people not start successful businesses?"
"No, but young people who have started successful businesses would be in there, trying to further grow their business."
"Touché. I'm 20."
He raised an eyebrow. "Do not tell me you were gate-crashing."
You looked at him weirdly. "Why would I gate-crash a party then run away from it?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, why would you start playing truth or dare with a random stranger when you could have easily run away on your own?"
You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. I'm here because of family." You leaned back against the cold granite walls next to the lift, crossing your arms over your chest.
His mouth formed an 'o' as he understood. "Ah, your parents work for some company, am I right?"
"I thought we'll wait on the personal info till the end of the game?"
Jungkook pouted. "This isn't personal info, it's just the googling-someone-before-you-meet-them info," he said, quite matter-of-factly.
You sighed loudly, giving in. "Well, then, I guess you could say my sister is the CEO of my family's company or whatever."
Jungkook's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "Your own company? Woah, that's..." He trailed off, trying and failing to hide the smidge of suspicion he had about your origin story.
I mean, it was understandable. Potential heirs of enterprises usually socialized and were well-known to the public - unlike you, who just ran away from parties for shits and giggles.
Sensing his doubt, you continued. "I was adopted. My parents didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so they didn't tell anyone. Wouldn't expect you to know me."
"Oh." Followed by a, "So you're loaded, then?"
You didn't want to brag, but... "Yeah, pretty much."
He smirked. "Okay, so if I get hungry, food's on you."
"You'd expect a guy to not want a girl paying his bills?"
"Considering I might have just risked the wrath of my supervisor to play T/D with you, and running away from there prevented me from trying those shrimp cocktails I saw, I think you owe me this."
You rolled your eyes without further reply and asked: "Truth or dare?"
Despite himself, Jungkook grinned. "I think I'm up for another dare."
The corners of your mouth lifted into a smile, glad that he was more enthusiastic now, though that expression rapidly changed into a smirk, an evil thought having occurred to you.
You looked him dead in the eye, his russet-coloured orbs staring back with the gleam of a challenge, features perfectly arranged in a poker face. "I dare you to open a random door, give the person who opens it a piece of paper with your number and a winky face scribbled on it - and then shut the door in their face."
Though his face remains expressionless, his eyes showed a glint of amusement as he wordlessly took out some paper and a pen from his pocket and proceeded to write down the note as you directed, accompanied by a meticulously drawn winky face.
You tried to hold back your giggles as he went into a corridor of rooms, and with a very serious look, closed his eyes and started turning, his index finger pointing in front of him. Instinctively, you said "Stop," after a few seconds (I mean who hadn't played the 'stop-start-choose' game when they were younger?).
After stumbling a bit, he stopped rotating and walked straight towards the room his finger was pointing at.
He straightened his tie, cleared his throat for some reason, and pressed the bell next to the door. "Room service!"
He's really some method actor, isn't he?
3 seconds later, the door was opened by a young woman, wearing a fluffy pink hotel bathrobe, probably in her late twenties, expecting a hotelier but being blesses instead by a snacc. "Excu—"
Before she could complete what she was saying, Jungkook threw the chit of paper in the room and slammed the door in her face. <r00d.>
You were in fits by now, waves of silent laughter rolling over you. He quickly pulled you along, and you both scampered into the elevator before the poor woman could recover from her shock and try to pursue you.
As soon as the mechanical doors of the elevator shut, the pair of you burst out laughing. Tears were practically running down you face.
You had to be tipsy to be doing this.
A/N: So yeah, we posted an unedited version of this, but IT'S EDITED NOW.
SO READ IT AGAIN.
Bye, love you~
-the forétaite sisters.
