Desire | jjk. *ON HOLD*

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He looks surprised with my response. I guess he's surprised that I accepted, and in fact, I'm surprised as well. I'm usually not this bold.

"Are you sure?" He asks, a bit confused.

"Yes, very sure." I say, and then I raise my eyebrows. "Or are you the one who's afraid to lose?"

Jungkook raises both hands as a sign of defeat, and just walks behind me to wait. I position myself like I did before and I throw. The dart hits the middle and I smile victoriously.

"A newbie, huh?" He lets out in a sarcastic tone. "I think you fooled me."

I pretend to get offended. 

"Don't you believe in the good luck of a newbie?"

He smiles and places himself in front of me; throws his dart in a matter of seconds, and it hits the middle. I frown. He sure is an expert at this.

"I think I'll win." He turns around and smiles at me.

I feel how my competitive side turns on and I take the other dart that's on the table. I was going to win, because my pride was big.

"In your dreams, Jeon." I say, landing my dart in the middle. "I don't think you should've taught me that well."

He lifts an eyebrow.

"You think you're that good?"

I cross my arms over my chest.

"I think I just demonstrated that."

He gives me a dart and smiles.

"You're slightly good, but..." He gets close to me slowly. "Do you think you're so good under pressure?"

For a second I'm scared of what he might do; his face is so close to mine, only a few centimeters apart. However, I turn fast so that I won't be able to find out. I'm going to win, it doesn't matter how much pressure he puts on me

"I'll kick your ass." I mumble in between my teeth.

But when I position myself to throw, I feel his lips caressing against my ear. A shiver runs down my body and I hear him laugh. My skin has gotten goosebumps just with his closeness. The warmth that I was longing to feel, returns.

He was doing it on purpose, because he knows the effect he has on me. He knows that I get nervous whenever he touches me, or how I shiver when his breath caresses against my ear.

"Come on, throw." He whispers, softly caressing my ear. "I dare you."

I don't move. I don't move him. I throw the dart towards the target and hit the center. However, when I turn to look at him, Jungkook is smiling as widely as me.

"You didn't get it." He says with a sarcastic tone.

"What? That isn't..." My words die in my mouth when I turn to look at the target and I notice it. The dart missed by a millimeter. "Hey, that's not fair-"

"Were you nervous because I was so close?" He asks, hiding his smile and maintaining his seriousness.

I blush.

"Of course not, I was referring to that..." I scoff, trying to not hurt my pride. "It doesn't matter, I'll throw again."

"That won't happen." He says in a firm tone. "That will be cheating."

I raise an eyebrow.

"And you distracting me isn't?"

"I just got close to you." He takes a step forward. "Did that make you nervous or did it distract you?"

His tone makes me want to leave him there. I know what he's trying to do with this, and I hate admitting that.

Yes, the way he got close to me made me very nervous. Yes, his caresses makes me get goosebumps. Yes, I can't kiss him because I have a boyfriend and that's wrong. Yes, I want to kiss him with all my energy. No, I can't do that to Taehyung again.

These thoughts are in my mind like pros and cons, torturing me, repeating again and again with I can and can't do.

This time I decide to listen to them. I can't lose and go to a party on Tuesday, when it's clear that I'll go to school the next day.

"I'll throw again." I make a half turn and walk towards the target. I take the dart and smile when I turn around again. "The rules don't say that I can't-"

By a bit I hit my head against the wall when I turn around and I find myself centimeters away from his face.

Jungkook has walked to where I'm at, and has practically cornered me against the wall. I observe him, stunned, with my body leaning against the wall and the dart on my right hand. His brown eyes fall to my lips and stay there for a few seconds that feel like hours.

"You won't throw again." His eye are firm on mine. "You lost. Admit it."

"I didn't lose, you..." I swallow hard. "... throwing under pressure wasn't part of the deal."

"And who says that?" He asks smiling.

My gaze falls to his lips.

"Me..."

"I don't like when people defeat me."

"And I don't like when people boss me around." I respond rapidly.

I want to kiss him.

I'm going to kiss him.

I can't kiss him.

For a few seconds, I imagine kissing him again. I imagine how it would be like if Taehyung wasn't my boyfriend.

I'm sure that I would kiss him like in my dream, like how we kissed at the gym. It's just that I would kiss him without guilt; completely giving myself sensations that, apparently, he's the only one who provokes them.

"Then get used to it." He says, taking me out of my trance. "Because now that I've won, you'll see me for a long time."

"What?" I shake my head, not understanding.

He steps away from me and turns around, walking to where he was at the beginning.

I get closer to him slowly, and Jungkook stops when he feels my hand on his shoulder. His eyes pin on mine in a cold way; the warmth he had in them completely disappeared.

"What do you mean that I'll see you for a long time?" I ask, frowning.

"Jungkook." Jimin's voice interrupts us and I turn my head to look at him. "We have to go, Namjoon called me."

Jungkook nods.

"I'll be there in a bit."

Jimin smiles in my direction and waves goodbye. I return the gesture and watch how he walks out with Hyerin, who is saying goodbye to him as well.

"I have to go." He says in a deep tone. "I'll see you at the party."

I smile.

"A bet is a bet, right?"

He nods. I don't insist on what he said before, because I know that he won't give me an answer. Instead, I let him get close to me and he places a kiss on my forehead. It takes me by surprise, but I don't mind it.

Without saying anything else, Jungkook walks away and out of the bar. Leaving me, again, speechless.