Jungkook liked to play games as much as he liked to win. And he really liked to win.
It started off as a drunken dare from Taehyung at the beginning of senior year, as they sat together with a bottle of shoplifted Smirnoff from the local corner store between them.
"Dude. Okay, this is fucking weird," he'd giggled, after belching to get Jungkook's attention.
"You're weird."
"Yeah, so I guess it kinda makes sense," he pushed him, "Don't you wanna know what I was gonna say, though?"
"Probably some gay shit about some random old dude making your dick hard," he scoffed, an exaggerated action, hands flying out to dramatise his point.
Taehyung turned his attention back to the movie they weren't watching on TV, "...Oh. Am I really-" another burp, "Am I really that predictable?"
"Fuckin'," he slurred, "Absolutely, to the point I'm thinking of personally... personally purchasing you one of those sex dolls... you know the ones that look- that look alive. Wasser 'name? Sandra? Sophia?"
"I'm gay , asswipe, I have no interest in sticking my dick in some robo-pussy."
"Flip her over and give her a haircut, or something. Have Namjoon, have him... recompute the thing so he sounds like a dude."
His friend waved him off, "Work... 'S too much."
"Fair point," he winced as he took another sip of his more-vodka-than-cranberry vodka cranberry, "So whose wrinkly old ball sack ya wanna pop in your mouth this time, huh?"
"Okay, don't judge me-"
"You're losing me, Taehyung."
"Fuckin... okay. Yoongi."
Jungkook looked at the TV, then at his cup, clutched tightly in his hand, then his friend. His Yoongi? The Yoongi that was sleeping about fifteen feet above him in his rightful place next to Jungkook's mom?
Tae giggled tentatively, "...Uh... aren't you gonna hit me... and like, call me a slut. Or something?"
Jungkook opened his mouth, drunk brain growing distracted. He'd never thought of Yoongi that way. Or no, that was a lie. Maybe he had sometimes when he'd wake him up for school and his natural slur would deepen. Or every now and then, right before he came, the faceless man in his mind would smell faintly of his step dad's cologne. But Jungkook had just marked that up to his teenage hormones getting out of hand, to some sort of weird coincidence caused only by the fact that Yoongi was the closest thing around with a cock to fuck him with.
But if Tae saw it, too... What if that meant it wasn't just his dick thinking? What if there was something to Yoongi-
Realising he had been asked a question, he stuttered, "O-Oh. Uh-"
"Holy shit," Tae interrupted. "Oh my god."
"Dude, what?" he snapped in a weak attempt to deflect.
"Dude you're into him, too, aren't you?"
"You're into my stepdad?" he feigned disgust, nose wrinkling as he frowned at the other.
" You're into my stepdad? " Tae drunkenly mocked, "You're a little bitch, Jeon. Admit it, you wanna get dooooooooommed."
"Fucking shut up ," he resisted the urge to yell at him, lunge across the couch in fear said stepdad would awaken and be forced downstairs.
"Fight me," he taunted, "Deny it, hoe. Oh that's right. You can't because you can't lie to me to save your ass."
"Stop chasing after old dudes," Jungkook turned away, dismissive.
