Lost (BTS Edition)(OT7xReader)

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Hand in hand we walked to the tent, took another bottle of champagne with us, in case Jimin should ask, we had only found one bottle... Besides, we had enough other alcohol on the plane. Namjoon opened the bottle and took a big swig, then pulled me onto his lap so I could sit comfortably and handed me the bottle, which I also drank from.

"Let's play something now." he said cheerfully and I looked at him expectantly, moving closer to his face, which he noticed with widened eyes.

"Ok, what do you have in mind?" I asked in my most seductive tone and a promising grin immediately appeared on his face again.

"I see something you don't. I'm starting... I see something you don't see and that is.... blue!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, while I probably stared at him as stupidly as a cow when there's lightning. What, his seriousness? When I said let's play alone, I was thinking about other things.

"Come on, guess," he asked me, giggling as I questioned all my life choices.

"Blue? Um... the sea?" I guessed and he took a sip, giggling.

"That's right. Now you." he confirmed and then let me drink again. I sighed, annoyed, until I remembered... you're not supposed to let Namjoon drink, because then he'd get really weird... that was probably another one of those weird alcohol side effects.

"I see something you don't see and it looks like someone who will never get alcohol from me again." I said lamely, but he laughed.

"Ah I know, Kim Namjoon." he replied with a grin.

"Oh wow, you must really be a genius, as good as you are at guessing." I praised him half-heartedly, not seeing the amused gleam in his eyes.

"Now it's my turn again. I see something you don't and it keeps a tent stable." He giggled again, confusing me because I didn't think he really wanted to play this children's game and was planning something in his head.

"The ropes the boys stretched?" I asked, shaking his head.

"Nope." he said, emphasizing the p. His grin widened.

"The sticks they stuck in the ground?" I frowned questioningly, unable to think of what else it should be.

"No, no, no." he said, laughing softly, and I was starting to get a little annoyed. Sulking, I continued to look around the tent.

"The trees they've tied the ropes to?" I asked in one last attempt.

"Who said I was talking about this tent? But tree trunk was close. Shall I show you what I meant?" he asked with a mischievous grin and after I nodded, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his huge erection in it and my eyes widened.

"See what a nice tent I've made?" he asked me huskily, his mouth right next to my ear, his lips touching me as he spoke and pleasant little shivers ran down my spine.

"I don't know whether to laugh or cry right now... that was the stupidest, but at the same time most brilliant pick-up line I've ever experienced..." I said and heard him laugh.

"But it worked." he said, not without pride in his voice.

"Oh yes, how did you get up there?" I wanted to know challengingly, I didn't want him to think I was making it too easy for him.

"I don't know, maybe because you have my cock in your hand..." he speculated, biting his lips and I looked at him, subconsciously I had even started to stroke him... oh damn, how could I ever resist any of them when my body was betraying me like that and acting on its own?