Jungkook's pov

As soon as we were outside the door, I spotted Rick still sitting exactly where I'd left him earlier. "Hey man, still here?" I asked, frowning.

"No, I left an hour ago."

"Hilarious. Go call the night guard and ask what the hold-up is," I suggested. "You definitely sure you can't come out Saturday night for Seth's birthday?"

He shook his head in answer. "Definitely. I have family over. Next time though, for sure."

I nodded absentmindedly as I glanced up at Taehyung. He was frowning down into his wallet. "I'll catch you later, Rick." I walked over to Taehyung, glancing over his shoulder and seeing that he had just over four hundred won in his purse. "Ready?" I smiled.

As he jumped and looked up at me, his frown left his face and a teasing smile graced his lips. "Actually, I can't. I've just remembered that I have to go and wash my hair. Sorry."

Brush off number four, why the hell do I like this? "Baby, I'm going to have sex with you tonight, so you might as well be there." I smiled at him and tried to go for the confident look that told him I knew how to show him a good time. I'd definitely never had any complaints before.

He laughed, shaking his head and wrinkling his nose in distaste. "That's not happening, sorry. Thanks for the offer and it was nice to finally meet you."

His sneakers squeaked on the polished floor as he spun on his heel and walked off. I stared after him in shock. Rejected, five times. This was getting a little worrying, but the annoying thing was, I was actually starting to like it. I'd never really had to try to get a girl or guy before and Taehyung's disinterest was actually proving to be quite fun. Most people complained about having to chase guys or girls, but in reality, having it handed to you on a plate was boring after a while. This was all totally new to me, and certainly enjoyable.

A smile slipped onto my face as I ran to catch up with him. I wasn't willing to admit defeat yet.

He didn't look at me as I matched my pace to his, keeping my eyes straight, purposefully walking a little close to his side but not touching him. I ignored him completely, trying desperately not to smile as I saw him glance at me quickly, obviously wondering what I was doing by walking so close to him and not speaking. We walked silently down the corridors, working our way out of the building. Every couple of seconds he would glance at me slyly; he actually looked a little worried.

"Which way are you going?" he asked, as he stopped, frowned, and stepped away from me slightly. I was obviously encroaching in his personal space and making him uncomfortable.

I pursed my lips, pretending to think. "Not sure yet, I'll let you know."

He scowled at me and clenched his fist and walked off. I grinned and matched my stride to his again; we were almost at the main exit now. He stopped just inside the door and gestured for me to go through first.

"Pretty boys first." I shook my head and pushed the door open, standing there, smiling politely until he sighed and marched through it, turning right towards the street. I quickly caught up with him, again walking that little bit too close for comfort.

He stopped and scowled at me. "What the hell are you doing?"

I shrugged casually. "Stalking you."

A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth and his eyes softened slightly. "How's that working out for you?"

I scrunched my nose up. "It's a little boring actually. You think maybe you could do something to liven this up a little?" I asked, trying to keep my expression serious.

He burst out laughing and I smiled proudly. "Are you gonna leave me alone?" he asked when he had calmed down somewhat.

"Not until after we've eaten."

He sighed and shook his head. "I really can't."

"Come on, Taehyung, I need to celebrate the fact that my best friend in the world just had a baby. Don't make me do that on my own. I'm buying. You can order the most expensive thing on the menu just to spite me if you want," I offered.

Come on, say yes. One little word. Y.E.S. Just say yes! He didn't look like he was going for it, so I decided maybe I'd try and make him go for it. There were a few people around, smoking and talking outside the hospital.

 I dropped down onto my knees and grabbed his hand before he even had a chance to react. "Please come out with me. Please, I'm begging you, please! Don't leave me hanging like this in front of all of these people," I begged dramatically, gesturing to all the people who were now watching me make a complete and utter dick out of myself.

A blush rapidly spread across his cheeks.

"Please, Taehyungie, I'm begging you to give me a chance! I can't sleep because I'm always thinking about you. I can't eat. I don't even see other guys and girls anymore; all I see is you. Please, you're killing me," I continued, getting louder. I turned to the middle-aged woman standing staring at us, shocked. "You think he should give me a chance, don't you? I've been in love with him for the last ten years, and he won't give me a shot. Why, Tae? Why?" I wailed dramatically, fighting to keep the smile off my face. The gorgeous little brunette was now a bright shade of red as he tugged, trying to get his hand out of my grip.

The lady watching put her hand over her heart. "Aww, honey, give him a chance. If a handsome man begged me like that I'd sure as hell give him a shot," she gushed, nodding in encouragement.

Taehyung shifted on his feet uncomfortably, ducking his head in embarrassment. "Get up!" he hissed.

I raised a challenging eyebrow. "Oh no. This continues until you agree to come to dinner with me," I whispered. "Please, Tae, PLEASE?" I begged, loudly.

He winced and looked around quickly with a horrified expression on his face. "Fine, just get up!"

I jumped to my feet, grinning triumphantly. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I gloated. I turned toward the people who were watching the scene in shock and amusement. I held my hands up above my head in celebration. "He said yes!" I shouted excitedly for the benefit of the crowd. Some of them cheered, and a couple applauded; I smiled and gave a little bow as Taehyung practically ran away from me in the direction of the parking lot.

I caught up to him easily and winced as he elbowed me in the stomach. "That was so freaking embarrassing!" he groaned, slyly glancing over his shoulder to see if the crowd of people was still watching us.

I threw my arm around his shoulder. "Oh, you loved it."

"Asshole," he muttered under his breath. "I'm so ordering the lobster."

"Yeah, me too," I joked, winking at him when he looked up at me. Judging by his playful and amused eyes, he wasn't angry with me for making a scene. When his elbow jabbed into my ribs warningly, I let my arm slide off his shoulder and grinned. "I actually like it a little rough," I joked, rubbing my side as he rolled his eyes at me. This was the most fun I'd had with a guy for a long time. He reminded me a little of Jimin - spunky and game for a laugh.

"Are you trying to talk me out of this?" He raised one eyebrow in warning.

"No way, muffin. I can't wait to embarrass you in the restaurant too," I teased.

He closed his eyes and groaned as I closed my hand over his and pulled him in the general direction of my car. On the way to the restaurant, he barely spoke to me. I purposefully chose a fairly nice one so he could put a dent in my credit card like he obviously wanted to as payback for the little scene outside the hospital.

"So, where do you live? I've heard Chimmie mention you're a couple of hours away?" I asked curiously, as we scanned the menus.

"A town in Daegu." He answered. "But I'm moving to Gangnam next week for my job."

"Yeah? What's your job?"

"I'm a teacher; well, I will be a teacher when I move here anyway. At the moment, I work three jobs to pay the rent." He shrugged easily.

A teacher? Wow, there certainly weren't any teachers that looked like him at the school I went to.

"You're going to be a teacher? What grade?"

"Second," he answered, shrugging.

"That's good. I felt sorry for the poor kids for a minute then, having to try and concentrate with a hottie teacher. I guess in second grade they won't be daydreaming about what color panties you have on instead of listening to your lesson." I smirked confidently as he laughed and shook his head at me.

"You really are a flirt. I give you ten out of ten for the attempt, but seriously, if you're expecting me to sleep with you then you're going to be really disappointed." He looked at me challengingly as he sat back in his chair.

"Oh, now I get it. You're straight," I replied, trying to look serious. His hard exterior cracked and he burst into laughter. "So you think the only reason that a guy would turn you down, is because he's straight?"

"Hell yeah, no gay can resist me," I replied, only half joking, he was actually the only guy that had ever turned me down. Hopefully, he actually was straight and then I could relax, safe in the knowledge that my sex appeal was unquestioned.

"I'm not straight and I can resist you, trust me. You really aren't my type," he stated, looking me over in a disinterested manner.

"Not your type? What the hell does that mean? What's wrong with me?" I asked, genuinely wanting to hear what he'd say.

"I don't go for cocky, overconfident guys that care more about how they look than whether they have anything interesting to say. Players just don't do it for me." He shrugged taking a drink of his water, his amused eyes not leaving mine.

"I have plenty interesting to say," I countered.

He leans forward in his chair. "Okay, let's hear it."

Fuck it. What the hell do I say to that? I frowned, wondering what he would find interesting. I needed to actually think of something that he would be impressed with. Panic bubbled in my stomach as nothing sprung to my mind. Thankfully, the waiter came over and took our order, so I got a few minutes reprieve. Surprisingly, he didn't order anything too expensive like I thought he would.

When the waiter walked off, I smiled and decided to change the subject. "Sehun's so cute, isn't he?"

He smiled. "Nice diversion. And yeah, he was incredibly cute, but then again with parents like Jimin and Yoongi Hyung, the kid's going to be good-looking."

"Yeah, I guess he's got good genes," I admitted. "Our kid would be hot too." As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't. Another comment about us sleeping together. Clearly, I couldn't take a hint or a rejection.

"You just can't help yourself, can you?" he commented, rolling his eyes.

"Not around you by the looks of it. So, what three jobs are you working now then?" I questioned, trying to change the subject.

"I work in a restaurant as a waiter at lunchtime. I have a cleaning job, and I'm a maid in a hotel." He shrugged turning his nose up.

My ears pricked up at the last one. "Oh yeah? You have one of those little French maid outfits?" I asked, grinning as I started to imagine him in one.

He sighed and a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. "Those are just for sexual dressing up, Jungkook, so no, I don't own one of those."

"Oh. Well, don't worry then, I'll let you borrow mine," I joked.

He chuckled. "You're actually quite funny."

I smiled at the half-compliment. "So, how come we've never met before? You definitely weren't at Yoongi Hyung and Jiminie's wedding." They'd gotten married just over three years ago; we'd all gone to the Maldives to see them get married on the gorgeous beach. At the time, it was only close friends and family invited, but if this was Jimin's best friend then surely he would have been asked to be a bridesmaid or something.

He frowned and shook his head. "No, I couldn't go to the wedding."

"How come?" I pressed.

He blew out a big breath and looked down at the table. "I had a lot going on at the time and it made it impossible for me to go. I'm sorry I missed it, it looked so beautiful."

"Yeah, it was a nice place. So, what did you have going on at the time?"

"My, we are nosy aren't we!"

Deciding to change the subject because he clearly wasn't going to tell me, I lean forward and grinned wickedly. "So, what do you want me to do to embarrass you in the restaurant?" I teased.

His smile fell off his face immediately. "Nothing."

"How about I get down on one knee and propose, then pretend I've lost the ring?" I suggested.

He chuckled uncomfortably. "If you do that, then I'm going to say no, and announce to everyone that I've been sleeping with your brother and that he's ten times better in bed than you are."

I loved his comeback. "Okay, two things wrong with that statement. One, I don't have a brother, and two, no one's better in bed than I am."

He suddenly looked serious. "Jungkook, please don't embarrass me. I hate being the center of attention." He looked at me pleadingly, giving me the most adorably cute puppy dog face I'd ever seen. Holy crap, did I just think that a guy looked cute? I meant sexy; yeah, sexy is a lot better. Wow, I'm turning into some sort of pansy or something.

"Okay, I won't... if you agree that you find me attractive," I offered.

"You need to bribe guys to get them to admit that? Wow, I feel a little sorry for you," he replied, faking sympathy.

"Fine, I'll leave it for now, but I bet you twenty bucks that you'll be coming home with me tonight," I stated confidently, crossing my arms over my chest.

He laughed and shook his head. "Save your money, I don't want it. Just so this little flirting thing will stop though, I'll tell you now that I already have a man in my life and he's everything I need."

He smiled happily and his face softened. Irrational jealousy started to form in my stomach. Taehyung was fun, beautiful, funny, and challenging. I would certainly like to see more of him, but he definitely didn't look like he was willing to cheat on his man, so I really had no chance with him at all.

"Oh," I muttered, trying not to show him how disappointed I was.

"Sorry. I did tell you before dinner that I wasn't interested." He looked at me apologetically.

The fighter in me wasn't ready to give up yet though. "No worries, we can still enjoy dinner. Maybe I'll make you forget your man's name by the end of the meal."

The rest of the night was fun. Both of us were laughing so hard that, at one point, he almost spat his drink out of his mouth. I continued to flirt with him but he really wasn't interested. Every time he brushed me off I became more and more frustrated, but turned on by it at the same time. It was a weird sensation; liking it, but hating it at the same time. Taehyung was a great person; I could see why he was such a good friend to Jimin.

I paid for the dinner and he smiled gratefully as we walked out. "Thanks for that. That was a nice place," he said, nodding over his shoulder at the restaurant as we walked down the street to where I'd parked my car.

"Yeah, and don't worry, I'll let you pay next time," I joked. When he wrapped his arms around himself, hugging against the cold, I slipped my leather jacket off and draped it around his shoulders.

He smiled gratefully and pulled it tighter around him. "Thanks."

I couldn't help but smile back at him. He had a beautiful box smile; his bottom lip was slightly fuller than his top one making them look so kissable that I could barely stop myself from grabbing him, shoving him against the nearest building, and crashing my mouth to his.

"Sure. What time's your train? Want to go get a drink now or something?" I asked hopefully.

"I need to get back." He looked a little torn as if he wanted to go for a drink with me - or maybe that was just wishful thinking because he was crushing my ego.

"Okay, come on then I'll drive you to the station," I said reluctantly.

When we got to my car, I strutted around to the driver's side and climbed in, and then immediately cursed myself for not thinking to open his door for him. I was terrible with this, clearly. I had no practice with this type of thing at all because usually, the guy would be falling all over me by now so it wouldn't matter if I'd opened his door or not. I had no idea how to be a 'gentleman'.

The ride to the train station was quiet. When we pulled up, he shrugged off my jacket and held it out to me. Before taking it, I frowned out of the windshield, not liking the thought of just dropping him off and leaving him without knowing that he got on his train safely. It was pitch black outside. I pushed the jacket back towards him.

"I'll walk you inside." I didn't wait for an answer as I climbed out of the car and started to walk around to his side. He smiled gratefully as he climbed out. While we walked to the right platform, he slipped my jacket back around his shoulders. Luckily, his train was about to leave so he wouldn't have to wait long.

At the door of the train, he slipped my jacket off and held it out to me, smiling. "Thanks for dinner, Jungkook, it was fun."

"Yeah, it was," I agreed. I cleared my throat, just needing to try one more time. "So, do I really not get your number?"

He laughed and shook his head. "Sorry."

"Okay, never mind, but you don't know what you're missing out on," I teased.

"Oh, I can imagine. I'm pretty sure I'm missing out on incredible sex, and heartbreak," he replied, shrugging. "Anyway, thanks for tonight. I guess I'll see you at Sehun's christening."

He stepped into the train and waved before walking off inside to go and find a seat. A long groan slipped out of my mouth when he was out of sight. I'd never failed at anything in my life other than winning over this guy. As a beep sounded, signaling the doors were about to close, my body reacted instinctively. I thrust out my arm, stopping it from closing, and then pushed it back open. Without even thinking it through, I jumped onto the train and let the doors slide closed behind me.

My eyes widened in shock as I looked back at the door. Shit, what the hell did I do that for? He's just a guy for fuck's sake! I sighed deeply as the train began to pull out of the station. It was too late to get off now. It appeared I was in for a sleepless night due to my stupid and impromptu move. He'd told me that he lived a couple of hours away, so that meant I would be on the train for a four-hour round trip. Next time think things through before jumping on a train to get a guy's attention, asshole! I sighed deeply. At least I now got to make sure he got home safely anyway. And, on a brighter note, I now had another two hours to convince him to sleep with me.

I glanced down the carriage. Taehyung was sitting about halfway down; his head was resting back on the seat, his eyes were closed. I grinned and walked up to him, stopping at his side.

"Fuck me if I'm wrong, but isn't your name Tae-young?" I asked.

His eyes snapped open, and he looked at me, clearly shocked, as I sat down in the empty seat next to his. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, looking at me like I was crazy.

I shrugged. No idea actually. "Wouldn't be much of a stalker if I didn't find out where you lived, would I?"

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To be continued.....

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