Lisa's pov~

The clock on my bedroom wall read 4:55 pm.

I checked myself one last time in the mirror, talking myself out of second thoughts on my attire.

Not to sound conceited but I looked hot. Black ripped short shorts and a black cropped tube top, with a leather jacket. The toned stomach I had achieved through hours on the dance floor was on display and to top it off my legs looked extra long with knee high boots. I had left my hair loose and straight.

I liked it.

Hopefully Jungkook did too.

The bell rang at exactly 5 pm and I felt unexpected nervousness. But it was technically my first real date, so I guess my clammy palms were excusable.

I walked through the empty house towards the front door. My mom was out for her book club meeting and dad still wasn't home yet. I was partly thankful though, I didn't know how he would react to a boy coming to pick me up.

Taking a deep breath I clutched the door knob, pulling it open as I exhaled, willing my nerves to go away.

Jungkook glanced up at the sound, casually leaning against the porch railing outside.

We both stared at each other for what felt like minutes.

God damn he looked hot. A black button down shirt, jeans and timberlands were officially my favourite outfit on a boy ever. I still couldn't figure out how he looked so good in such casual clothes. The jeans he wore clung to his muscled legs like glue and I felt my mouth go dry.

I was so busy checking him out I didn't notice him stepping closer, his lips parted in awe.

"Lisa..."

I smiled. It looked like he liked my appearance after all.

He scowled.

What?

"You have to change.", he ordered.

Again, what?

I looked down at myself. "I don't look...good?"

He inhaled a breath for patience,roving his eyes from my head to toe. "You look too good, doll."He took another step closer, and his intoxicating scent made me want to pull him inside and forget about the date.

"I know what other men would be thinking if they saw you like this. And I can't allow that.", he finished.

Oh. Wow.

"It took me forever to get dressed, Jungkook. I'm not changing." Folding my arms on my chest, I gave him a look that clearly said I wasn't budging on this.

"Lisa-", he cut himself off abruptly, as if he just realised something. "Wait. There won't be any men where we're going." A grin stole over his face. "Guess you're not changing after all."

"I wasn't gonna anyway.", I said absentmindedly, curiosity overcoming me at his words. No men. Where were we going?

To a nunnery?

His words snapped me out of my thoughts. "But as much as I love those boots, I have something even better."

It was then that I noticed the bag he'd kept on the porch floor. A familiar bag. Now he extended it towards me.

It took me a minute to recognise it.

My timberlands! The timberlands he accidentally took home with him that day at Pim unnie's restaurant.

I smiled like a lunatic. "You kept them all along?"

He looked affronted, like I'd just insulted his dignity. "Throw away timberlands? Are you crazy?"

"Wait here a sec." I took them from him and ran inside to take off my boots.

~

The driver gave me a weird look from the rear view mirror.

I didn't blame him. He was probably wondering why I was smiling like an idiot while looking down at Jungkook and mine's matching timbs against the car floor.

It'd only been ten minutes in the car and I didn't know where we were heading since Jungkook wouldn't tell me. He'd gotten a call from one of his hyungs and he'd picked it up, promising me that after that he would keep his phone on silent for the rest of the night.

"...that line suits Jimin hyung better. He can do the high note..."

Half listening to their conversation, I eyed him out of corner of my eyes. He'd rolled his sleeves up, his bare forearms with a rolex on his left wrist were doing things to me. I'd never noticed that such small things could be so sexy on a guy until Jungkook.

"...I know, Yoongi hyung. I got the lyrics you sent..." He leaned back a little, his muscled thighs moving against my slender ones.

And I couldn't help myself. They were right in front of me and I had never been proud of my self restraint.

"Can you highlight the--shit!", he cursed as soon as he felt my hand on his thigh.

Ignoring his shocked expression, I just moved my hand up and down. I was essentially groping him here but eh, a girl's gotta be a pervert sometimes.

"Nothing hyung. Please continue."

Was he talking to me? Oh I will continue.

His eyes narrowed ominously as he looked at me. I gave him a wide eyed innocent stare.

His expression promised retribution. Oh crap.

He placed his hand over mine, entwining our fingers as he moved my hand higher on his thigh. Higher. Too high.

I gulped nervously as my fingers barely grazed his crotch. I tried to pull away from his grip but he held steadfast, inching my hand even closer to dangerous territory.

"Of course, hyung. The recording date is set..." He carried on the conversation like he wasn't just about to put my hand over his dick, smirking at my obvious discomfort.

The car came to a stop and the driver spoke up. "We're here, sir."

Jungkook let go of my hand with a look that said he wasn't done with me yet. The driver opened the door and I quickly got out while Jungkook finished up with his hyung on the phone.

Pulling my jacket tighter against the unusually chilly evening in Bangkok, I took a deep breath and surveyed my surroundings with surprise. Despite growing up here I'd never been to this part of the city. The street lamps and the buildings reminded me of the market areas back in Seoul. But only a few people milled about and I ducked my head not to be noticed by them. We had obviously parked in some obscure back street for security reasons and I suspected the main market was close.

Warmth beside me made me look up. "Where are we?", I asked Jungkook curiously.

"Koreans here call it Little Korea. There are shops, restaurants and all the works." He put his hand on my back, leading me towards a red door nearby. "But this right here is my favourite place. I come here with my hyungs often whenever I'm in Bangkok for a show. The owner knows us."

The door opened into a long dim hallway. We'd obviously entered through the back entrance. My anticipation grew as we neared the end of the hallway and I clutched Jungkook's arm.

Woah. Gamer heaven.

He'd brought me to an arcade. A suspiciously empty arcade. The huge room had countless coin-op machines, electro-mechanical games, video games and even a pinball machine. I spotted air hockey tables, several dartboards and a mini basketball game. The entire back section was a bowling arena.

I took this all in with my mouth hanging open. I'd never been to an arcade this big. Excitement bubbled up inside me.

"You like?" Jungkook was watching me nervously, gauging my reaction.

That air hockey table was calling my name, I ran to it excitedly. "Did you rent this whole place?"

He smiled at my genuine happiness. "For the night, yes. Like I said, the owner knows us."

Of course he did. Who doesn't know Bangtan?

I pushed the on button and the lights came on, showing the scoreboard. With a taunting smile I said, "Are you just gonna stand there all night? I need to beat your ass, Golden Maknae."

His brows raised in surprise. "Beat my-Ha!", he laughed, coming to stand on the other side. "You wish, Doll."

~

He was a really tough opponent, the air hockey match making me sweat more than dance practice did. The score was tied at 4-4 and only a minute remained.

He knocked the puck and it came whizzing towards me at the speed of light. I was either going to lose a hand or lose the game. But surprisingly I was able to knock it back.

Straight into the goal. Just as the countdown finished. I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd never thought I would actually beat him.

Miracle? Miracle.

I did a victory dance. "Yeaaaah! Who's the loser, now? I thought you were good at everything."

He gave me an amused look, watching me dance about with a small smile on his face."Technically, I never made that claim. Others did it for me."

"Don't ruin the moment, Kook. I won, you lost." Next up, the shooting game. "Are you ready to lose again?"

And he did. Lose that is. He lost the shooting game by a mere two shots. I thought I'd surely lose the bike racing one but somehow he lost that one too. I beat him at pinball and K.O.ed him at Tekken twice.

I'd personally heard about his perfect aim during archery at ISAC championships, but when we played darts he seemed to be hitting everywhere but the bullseye.

Everytime I won I did a celebratory dance while teasing him, but he'd just look at me with an indulgent smile and no anger at all.

Where the heck is his competitiveness?

Suspicion made me pause. Was he losing purposefully?

I side eyed him as we played a car racing game next. He was ahead of me but I was close. Just as the finish line came up I glanced at his controls.

Jungkook was softly pressing the brake.

Not enough to stop him but enough to slow him down a little so I could zoom past.

The jerk!

He put down his controller with a sigh."You're just on a roll-"

I was on him before he could blink twice. Placing both my legs on either side of him I hovered above his lap as I took his face in my hands, making him look directly in my eyes.

"I'm on to you, Jeon Jungkook. Don't patronise me. Are you afraid I'll actually beat you?" I grabbed his chin with my fingers. "Man up. When I'm finished with you and this time for real, forget Golden Maknae, you won't even be called Bronze Maknae anymore."

His jaw clenched and he gave me a hard stare, my challenge obviously making him defensive. Which was exactly what I wanted.

My work done, I made to get off him.

But he grabbed my wrists and spun me around, pinning me on the chair with my arms behind my back with one hand. The other parted my jacket to gain access to my bare stomach.

Holy. Hell.

I was both turned on and scared.

"I was sparing your fragile feelings, doll.", he mocked with a crooked smile. His fingers on my tummy moved up and under my top, grazing the underside of my boobs. My nipples turned hard instantly.

Now I was legit hyperventilating.

"But if you want the real deal...",he continued, thankfully taking his hand out of my top as he got up. "All bets are off."

I stood up and squared my shoulders. "Let's do this."

From there on out it was World War. Three.

And I was the losing party.

He pulled a perfect all kill in the shooting game before the timer went off. Then he stood there looking at me with a bored expression, waiting for me to finish my shots.

I didn't last a full minute against him in Tekken. A full minute counting both rounds.

My frustration mounted when I lost both at darts and bowling, I wanted to slap that smug expression off his face. I didn't count the basketball game because I never professed to be good at it anyway.

Yeah keep making excuses.

Now he was kicking my ass at the air hockey table again. The scoreboard made me want to throttle someone.

6-0

"What happened, doll?", he asked, noting my irritated face. "Forget Golden Maknae, you won't even be called Bronze Maknae anymore.", he imitated in a high pitched voice.

I threw the puck at him. "I do not sound like that."

He catched it with one hand, laughing at me.

"Rematch. Right now. I'm gonna win this time."

He shrugged."Whatever floats your boat."

He reset the game and we were at each others throats again. But this time I gave it my all and some more. My very dignity depended on me not losing to him again.

The puck was a blur as we battled it out like angry bulls. Well I was angry, the jerk still kept on a calm composure.

But I could see his frustration when the score got tied at 3-3 with just a minute remaining. This was the real deal, I had to win this time.

His speed made my head spun and I knew I would lose if I didn't do something.

Everything is fair in love and war.

When the puck came barreling down my side again, I put my non-playing hand directly in it's path.

"Aaagh.", I yelled in fake pain as it made contact, clutching my hand to my chest. It hadn't actually hurt me but he didn't need to know that.

"Fuck!" He was by my side in a second, clasping my hand to take a look."Baby, I'm so sorry!"

And with my free one I made the winning shot.

His dumbfounded face made me burst out in uncontrollable giggles. He tried to repress his own grin but failed.

"Wow. You know this doesn't prove anything other than the fact that you're a cheater." He pulled me close, still inspecting my hand. "You didn't actually hurt yourself just to win, did you?"

I shook my head with a smile. "I don't mind being a cheater as long as I'm not a loser."

"What a monster." He pecked my lips lightly, before peppering kisses all over my face. "I love your competitiveness. You're sexy when you're angry."

Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pulled his lips back to mine."Uh-huh."

Biting my lips roughly, he picked me up to set me on the table, settling himself between my legs. All the pent up frustration and emotions came pouring out in the kiss as he slid his hands under my jacket to trace my back.

I could feel him between my legs.

I wanted to feel him in my hands.

But when I reached for his belt, he stopped me.

"Not yet, doll. I have more things planned for us."

He helped me off the table and grabbed my arm, leading me out of the arcade and towards an elevator.

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Thanks to Facebookaphobia for the outfit choice.

Also, I'm sorry to everyone whose suggestions I couldn't choose. Thanks so much for them though. I never thought so many of you would actually participate.

And 54k wtf! I'm so grateful, you guys don't know. 💜💜