Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

41. The bet

Namjoon stands up and without a notice he lifts a shocked Inna up in his arms, placing her on his shoulder and starts walking out of the living room.
"Namjoon, what are you doing? Put me down" she yells at him thrashing and hitting his back. She is so small that Namjoon puts almost no effort in carrying her.
"This is what you get for playing games with me" he mumbles slapping her ass.
"Ouch, you brute! Put me down. I'm angry at you!" Inna protests.
"Or what?" he asks the moment he leaves our sight and heads to the stairs.
"I'll sue you!" we hear her shout, then her muffled sounds of disapproval vanish completely the moment they reach the bedroom.

"Well, I dare to guess they are not coming back. It's all up to you guys" Jin says, looking at me and Jungkook.
Our teams have a handicap now, meaning only one member of each team is left to play the last round. Suddenly, a thought crosses my mind. I'll erase that cocky smile from your face, bunny.
"I have an idea" I announce, making everyone in the room focus their attention on me. "How about we make a bet?"
"A bet?" the others ask in unison and I nod. "I'm listening" Jungkook says, crossing his arms over his chest and straightening his back. "Since it's a tie between my team and yours, let's see who wins this round" I explain. "Oh, that's interesting. With Namjoon and Inna out of the game, it will be very interesting indeed" Hoseok says. I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, but I suddenly feel overconfident and brave.
"What's the bet?" Jungkook asks, watching me with very intense eyes. For some reason, the others decided to drop out of the game, the idea of me and Jungkook at each other's throats becoming suddenly more interesting than the game itself.
"100.000 won" I say, raising a brow at him in challenge. That's almost 100 american dollars, not a huge sum, but not a trifle either. It should be enough to keep us entertained.
"Why am I not surprised?" Ella mumbles. Yeah, she knows better than anyone that I can be this reckless.  Me and "the voice of reason" are not very good friends.

"Has Inna's client open your appetite for gambling, officer?" Jungkook says after an impossibly long minute.
"Why? Don't tell me you're scared, Jeon!" I sneer watching him from under my lashes. Jungkook doesn't say anything though. He stays quiet, his eyes assessing. By the way his mind is working in silent calculation, I'm becoming the scared one and I'm instantly beginning to regret suggesting this bet. Beside me, Jin has already started to organize the final trivia questions.
"100.000 won and your phone number," Jungkook finally says and my heart stops for a second, not sure I'm even breathing, then restarts faster and more violent than if I was chased by an army of zombie soldiers as soon as I realized what he just said. He wants my...what? The thought gives me both life and death, these mixed feelings causing chaos inside my head. Do I want to give him my number? For some strange reason, the answer is yes. Do I want to admit it? Not even in death. He is a man and men for me are unworthy of trust.

"No" I say in an even tone, although my soul is storming.
"Ohhh!" Jimin and Taehyung exclaim in unison, elbowing each other like teenagers.
"Take it or leave it" he shrugs and the movement makes his chest muscles stretch and tense, my eyes immediately drifting to that spot. He notices my gaze and before he has the chance to get back at me for my indiscretion, I say "I'm not giving you my number."
Jungkook suddenly gets up from his spot on the couch and bends over the table until our faces are on the same level.
"Then don't lose" he provokes me, then returns to his seat, not before snatching a potato chips from the bag on the table. I watch him silently, the way he chews like a rabbit it's cute in a way. But I know very well that those innocent features can turn into sexily mature ones in the blink of an eye.
"Fine!" I say frustrated, "I'm in." My competitive ass pushes me in a direction I'm not sure I'm ready to go, but I do it nonetheless. It's too late to turn back now.
"Fine!" he replies back, a small smile tugging at his lips. Smile while you can, bunny.

INNA

I'll sue you!" I shout, still hitting his back. I can already feel all the blood coming down in my head and my stomach hurts from his shoulder bone pushing into it.
"What was that? I'm sorry, I don't speak tiny." Namjoon mocks me and slaps my bottom again. I'm angry at him, but his touch sends all my senses on fire. Damn it! Why am I this weak around him? I can't even properly be mad at him.
"I mean it, Namjoon. Put me down. We need to go back downstairs and finish the game." I complain, letting my hands fall down in defeat. There is no use in fighting this mountain of a man. And I'm not sure I want to either. I kind of like this wild, spontaneous and reckless side of him. I'm pretty sure the wine he drank in the past few hours has a hand in this, but I enjoy it anyway.
"There is only one thing we're going to finish tonight, moonchild." Namjoon purrs as he opens the door of his bedroom and walks inside, using his foot to close it back behind us.