Our Friendship Diary ‖ JJK·BTS

18- Dress Up

Jaykee

It's been hours since the plane takes off and this is getting even more boring. As we've turned our phones into flight mode, we decide to play PUBG. Both Yugyeom and I laugh evilly while Youngjae's eyes are wide at the screen. Indeed, he died sooner than us again. "You lose again, hyung." Yugyeom chuckles while Youngjae hues and cries for a second round.

"Punishment Youngjae-oppa..." I remind with a wicked smirk when Yugyeom eyes me with his mind playing around with obvious bad ideas. His fingers are still busy shooting our enemies through the game.

"Skysky, S 155," he says urgently when I quickly avert the direction of my view in the game.

"Noted, Yugyeom-oppa," I answer before shooting at the enemy through the screen of my phone. It takes 30 more minutes for the Yugyeom and me to end the game, let alone for Youngjae to spectate our performance.

"Now, punishment." Evil hums echo between the two of us when Yugyeom reminds and stands up to reach for his backpack. Soon, a plastic container filled with little folded paper strips is pulled out.

This is getting even more interesting.

"Aish jinjja (Oh please, really)..." Youngjae whines until the other passengers glare at him because of being disturbed. I feel so lucky to see Youngjae getting punished here to be honest. It would be extremely funny to be filmed into a show.

As Yugyeom shakes the container to mix up the tiny papers, Youngjae's wronged expression with a pout drives out my giggle under the sleeve. Soon, he reaches into the opened container filled with different kinds of tricky punishments if I have to assume. As his fingertips touch one of those papers, he immediately picks it up without shuffling it away.

"Unfold it, hyung," says Yugyeom excitedly as Youngjae, on the other hand, looks nervous while he begins to unfold the paper.

Soon, the main vocalist of Got7 finally raises the paper up with both hands while trying to read out the English words loudly. "Try to kabedon a random girl for ten seconds."

"I'm a boy," I whisper with a bitter smile.

"Yeah, she's a boy," Youngjae protests together with me, hoping to get away from being punished.

"You said she," Yugyeom fights back monotonously with his speechless face while both of us purse our lips at the same time. As for my inner voice, it is continuing shouting the word 'No' in high pitch and as longing as it can. "Or we can leave this to the passengers to decide?"

"NO!!" We almost shout in disbelief when some of the passengers glower at us again.

"Fine..." Youngjae grits his teeth in defeat when I continue to stare at him in bewilderment.

He can't be serious, right?

But all he represents with his face is a sad smile. He has indeed given up on his denial in invading my personal space. "Now shall we exchange our seats?" His point of view switches towards Yugyeom when the youngest asks in a suggestive way.

"N-nei (O-okay)." With reluctance, Youngjae moves away from his seat opposite us and heads towards me. Once he is seated beside me, in which I'm literally facing him right now, I notice that he is a little shorter than the youngest member of Got7. A mischievous giggle is audible from Yugyeom's direction as he prepares his phone to film this scene from Youngjae's seat. "Let's do this!" The vocalist says, sending me a bro-fist which I react with my lower lip chewed. The materials on our clothes brushes, causing slight frictional sounds among fabrics that heats up my face and quicken my heart beat.

"Ready? Hana dul seid (One two three)! Action!" As Yugyeom finishes the chant, Youngjae suddenly smashes his right hand on the window behind me. A gasp escapes from my parted lips as this is oh-so unexpected to be happening. Not until I've done the stupidest thing in my life – I lock eyes with the handsome man. "10, 9, 8, 7..."