Meet Me At Genius Lab (Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 21: More than I should

Chapter 21: More than I should

It was a Friday night the following week when me and Izzy burst into the BTS dorm with alcohol in hand. RM and Jin gave us a slightly disapproving look when they saw how much we had brought, but they had agreed to it earlier that week with consent of their managers.

Three hours from entering and I was sprawled on their sofa, leaning slightly against Yoongi as my friend made out with an international star on the floor. "Guys," I sighed as her hand slid down Jimin's chest, "get a fucking room."

"I've already got one," Jimin winked at her, causing a drunken giggle to slip from her lips as he pulled her off upstairs to... fuck that shit I don't want to even think about that, ew. Hoseok grumbled, "Jungkook can I bunk with you tonight, I don't want to be in there with them."

"Sure hyung," Kook replied, his eyes half shut as he lay in V's lap. Suga's sleeping head on my shoulder was heavy and uncomfortable, "Oppa," I grimaced at Hobie, "Can you help me, Yoongs is heavy," J-hope grinned and lifted Yoongi from me and positioned him so he looked comfortable on the sofa before I place a blanket over the sleeping rapper's lap.

"Guys I'm bored" I moaned, flopping on to the floor, "Truth or dare?" Tae suggested and I nodded.

We went around the room, asking deep or intimate questions, me and J-Hope inquiring about Namjoon and Jin and Tae and Jungkook at every opportunity. There were no straight answers but they were leaning on their respective partner and didn't move away but instead blushed hard.

It was enough confirmation for me and Hobie who grasped each other's hands and squealed like high-school girls. Then it was my turn and the boys turned to me grinning; "Truth or dare?"

"Errrr... truth" I opted, going for the safer option, I didn't want to have to walk in on Izzy and Jimin or worse - wake up Yoongi.

"Do you love Yoongi?" Jungkook asked as he sat up from resting in Tae's lap, his head tilted and a smirk lining his lips.

I sighed, pouring more vodka into my cup. "More than I should." I answered necking the drink, the burn pleasant in relation to confronting the truth. The boys sat silent their eyes trained on me as I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, knowing my hangover would be lesser in the morning.

"Hey," RM spoke after we had gone around everyone, "shall we go out to a club or something?" V, Kookie and Hope cheered and RM looked towards me. "Wanna come?" He asked in English, "Sure" I replied, pushing aside the memories of all the times I had gone clubbing with Izzy and things had gone sour.

"I think I'll pass guys," Jin smiled; "Okay Jinnie," Namjoon smiled pulling on his shoes, "Don't worry, I'll look after the kids."

We arrived at some club; they were all the same really, filled with drunken people and shit unless you were drunk too. Hoseok grabbed me and pulled me in, the atmosphere sweaty and close, almost claustrophobic. That's when a song came on that I didn't know but damn the beat was good. I felt myself begin to move and Hoseok's arms wrap around my waist in our dance. Fuck knows where the others were. Space around me and J-Hope cleared as people stopped dancing to watch us, I mean him, I was just some western girl and he was a talented dancer.

We separated and faced each other, my hand resting on his collarbone where his neck met his chest and his on my waist as we continued to dance. I didn't even know what I was doing with my limbs at this point; I probably looked like an octopus in jelly. I felt another hand on me and turned to see Jungkook behind me, smiling joyously in his drunken state, "You never told us you could dance!"

"I can't" I replied laughing, looking back at J-Hope who my hand still lingered on. I removed it, sliding it down his chest before running my hands across myself sensually feeling the beat drop approaching. It dropped and so did I, bending over to flick my hair spectacularly and pulling up slowly, my tongue trailing across my alcohol tainted lips as I ran a hand through the front of my hair and winked at Jungkook. I pulled myself against him, my hands draped around his bare sweaty neck as he looked down at me. It took him a second to respond but then we were moving in synchrony to the beat.

I heard Tae behind me, "Hey! You've got your man, hands off Kookie," I chuckled, "Sorry Tae!"

I released Kook and strutted back over to J-Hope who was mid-freestyle. "Back for me eh Y/N?" He laughed; I ignored him and slung my body into the music, shutting my eyes to feel a hand loop around my waist and a firm chest pressed up against my back, my right hand immediately travelling up and resting around his neck;

"No Hope, you're back for me!" I giggled, the vodka from earlier really beginning to catch up with me. "Only because I couldn't let you dance with any of those slime balls," I smiled, how on earth did these boys end up caring for me?

The song got quicker and I span off J-Hope's chest to face him, one hand trailing down my thigh, the other to the nape of my neck. Fuck I was so drunk. Not like it mattered. I continued dancing, Hope throwing down impressive moves, me at this point just the girl he was with.

The song finished and he continued dancing with his impressive Kpop idol stamina that I didn't have. I went and leant against the bar, asking for a water from the man behind it. "She meant tequila," a tall attractive man beside me smirked.

"Oh did I?" I stated, already pissed off at this fuckboy. He slunk his arm around my waist, "Yes, you did princess," He smelt clean and fresh in the stuffy atmosphere and I couldn't help my eyes trail up to his face from his chest. "No babe," I scowled, "I really didn't." I thanked the bartender and took my water, fuck I needed to sober up and quick. I focused my thoughts on Yoongi and how adorable he was when he fell asleep on me earlier, the way just seeing him made me feel.

Suddenly I was pulled into the crowd of writhing bodies again to see the same tall man from the bar holding my arm. I was close up against his chest, it felt muscular but wasn't a patch on the boys'. "Dance with me," he pressed; I sighed, he clearly wasn't going to fuck off. It was just a dance Y/N. I looked across the room and saw J-Hope through the crowd dancing with several girls, it would be fine. I gave in, swinging my hips to the beat that wasn't as good as before.

The guy seemed to be mesmerised, damn dudes were easy these days. Shame I wasn't looking for one. He sank his head closer to mine, his hot and heavy breath hitting my face. This fucker was delusional if he thought I was going to...

Why wasn't I moving away? Our lips drew closer, was I really going to let this happen? Apparently so.

A pair of long strong arms pulled us apart and span me round; I came face to face with RM. He dragged me to the side of the room, the tall man already dancing with another girl. "Slap me Namjoon," I slurred slightly, a light tap across my face helping me to wake up a little, "You're drunk Y/N," he stated, looking disappointed. "No shit Joon," I whined, resting my suddenly tired head in the crook of his neck.

He patted my head lightly, "Yoongi..."

"SHUT UP" I suddenly screamed, shocked by how loud I was. "I know he would hate me. I know I fucked up. I doubt he loved me anyway. I'm just some broken loser fan who tumbled into your lives to fuck things up." I kept rambling, the taste of warm salty water mixing with the alcohol, "It hurts to think about you all, about him. How the fuck will any of this work out?! You're fucking idols for fucks sake!"

I pushed off Namjoon and ran. After a few seconds I looked back, no one was chasing me. I slowed down and took off the stupid heels I was wearing and trudged to my apartment in the pitch black, barefoot.