You headed out to the room with the table set up for beer pong to find Yoongi and Seokjin standing at one end and Taehyung at the other. Namjoon and Jungkook were seated nearby, both of them looking a little sleepy, and Hoseok stood in the middle of the table, sipping water.
"Where's Jimin?" Taehyung asked.
"Bathroom," you replied, going to stand at the center line of the table across from Hoseok with your back to the seated men.
Jimin joined you all shortly and they began the game. But before Jimin could throw the first shot, he paused.
"So looks like this will probably be the last game of the night, our light weights are about to pass out anyway," he said, chuckling.
"Should we make it interesting?"
"What do you have in mind Jimin?" Seokjin asked impatiently.
"Winning team gets kisses," he replied, looking at you with sparkling eyes.
Oh, baby wanted more already? You smirked.
"I will give kisses to the winners," you agreed, grinning.
Seokjin's eyes slid over the way your chest bounced as you nodded, and he licked his lips.
"Hurry up and shoot then, I've got a game to win," he said.
"Come sit with us while they play," Jungkook whined.
"How fast can you make the game go, Jin?" You asked, glancing at him as you turned toward the couch.
"Could be faster if Yoongi didn't take forever to line up his shots," he replied.
"I'm a basketball player, I like to be precise," the blond said, pumping his arm a couple times.
"Well until the winners are decided, I'm going to snuggle the couch boys," you said, squishing yourself between Jungkook and Namjoon happily.
"What?" Yoongi said in surprise, finally releasing the ball and missing his shot.
"Noo," Taehyung whined.
Jungkook smiled sleepily and wrapped an arm around your shoulders and Namjoon placed a hand lightly on your thigh. You felt so warm nestled between their large bodies, and you curled your legs up, getting comfortable with your back pressed against Jungkook's bare chest and your head resting on Namjoon's shoulder.
"Get comfortable baby, I've got you," the older's low voice murmured and you felt yourself smiling serenely.
The sounds of the game and the voices of the boys got more distant and your eyelids fluttered closed, the world dulling.
- The next thing you knew you were somewhere warm and comfortable. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked. And then you shot straight up, realizing you were in a bed. Not your bed. The early morning light filtered dimly through the curtains and there was a lump in the bed next to you. You stared at it, but couldn't tell who it was. You looked down at yourself. You were still wearing your jeans, thank god, but you now had a soft T-shirt over your bra. A T-shirt that was a bit too big and smelled like men's cologne. You peered nervously at the sleeping form next to you just as he began to roll over. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that it was just Yoongi though. For some reason waking up in the blond boy's bed, fully clothed after passing out downstairs was a relief. You relaxed, feeling a twinge and slipping out of the bed to find a bathroom. You came back into the room as it was still too dark outside to leave to see Yoongi blinking into the dark room, his tired face pouted in confusion.
"Gray?" He croaked softly.
"Yeah," you whispered back, hesitating.
"What time is it?"
