The House Of Games (BTS mafia) 18+

14. Can I play?

Y/N's POV

Pffffft

Lying?

At least he knows it.

I act confused.

Me:
- What do you mean?

Fake face:
- That's three questions...

Asshole...

Me:
- You're not gonna tell are you?

Fake face:
- What's there to tell? You asked what I'm good at and i answered. Now if you had asked what I'm great at...

Jungkook:
- Please don't fall for that...

Yeah like I don't know with what kind of person I'm dealing with.

You underestimate me Jungkook.

But they don't need to know that.

Me:
- What are you great at?

Jungkook:
- Aaand she did...

I did.

Fake face comes closer to me looking at me intensely.

When his thick tongue makes an appearance licking his under lip.

Fake face:
- I'll tell you when you get older.

Jimin:
- I'll tell you right now if you're willing.

Yoongi:
- You're both damaged.

I ignore them.

They're just finding it amusing when they tease me.

It's what they did from the beginning.

A very dangerous game started the moment I entered the house.

And it wasn't the one that Namjoon came up with.

These two play a different one.

One that I'm part of, like it or not.

I didn't choose to play.

But...

They made the choice for me.

Me:
- Can I go?

I turn to Namjoon.

Waiting for him to give his permission.

Namjoon:
- Not quite...Actually I would like for you to come with me for a moment.

He stands up and goes to exit the living room.

Before he does he waits for me to follow him.

What now?

Everybody else is silent.

I stand up.

As I do that, he gets out and I follow him.

We pass the staircase that leads to our rooms and we enter the other part of the house away from the living room and the kitchen.

We enter a spacious hall that has one door in front of us and another two at our left in the background.

Namjoon goes through the one in front of us and I copy him.

This one looks like a conference room.

But we don't stop here either.

He enters the only door that's in this room.

And when I enter after him I see that we're in an office.

Presumably his.

He sits in the arm chair at the other side of his desk.