"Truth or dare, Hyung?"
"Dare!" Hoseok challenged.
The maknae grinned mischievously, drawing up his knees to his chest. "I dare you to only speak in rhyme for the next five turns."
Hoseok scoffed. "You call that a dare? I don't even care."
"That was pretty lame, Hobi-hyung."
"Shut it. If you don't, you will I hit."
Taehyung giggled. "Just spin the bottle."
Hoseok reached into the middle of the circle of the other six men. It spun and spun until it began to slow and eventually stopped. It ended up pointing to me. He smiled. "Truth or dare, Namjoon?"
"Truth."
He frowned suddenly. "You haven't picked dare. That's not fair. This is a crime. You can't pick truth every time!"
"Watch me.
"Okay, you asked for it. Don't start to throw a fit. If you were to sleep with-"
"Dare," I interrupted.
He smiled successfully. "I dare you to switch shirts with the person to your left." We all waited for his rhyme, but he seemed to be running out of ideas. "You must steal it, so that makes it theft." He punctuated his sentence with a wide smile.
My face dropped. God, Hoseok, could you be anymore obvious?
Hoseok was the only one (as far as I know) who knew about my crush on the eldest. I made a vow to grow nearer with my closest hyung, so I spilled to him one of my biggest secrets. It did make us closer, but now he holds it over my head and teases me sometimes. Other times he's serious about it and gives advice; the advice is always to tell Seokjin about it, but I always decline.
The one to my left just shrugged. "You heard him." He pulled his shirt off over his head, and I had to cover my mouth to keep it closed. We all voted that Jin had the best body out of the seven members of Bangtan; it's so very true. He held out the bundled up fabric to me.
I swallowed quickly and did the same. I felt embarrassed to have my shirt off and sitting next to Jin; if you compare, he definitely wins. I mean, yes, I'm fit and healthy and have abs, but both girls and boys can't help but drool over Jin's body. I slipped on the new top, finding it hanging slightly too loose off my shoulders since his were so wide. On the contrary, my shirt was slightly too tight for his shoulders. Not that I minded.
Hoseok sat back against the foot of the bed, a satisfied smile directed at me. "Your turn. If it's a truth, make it burn."
It landed on Yoongi. "Dare," he answered.
"I dare you to go get changed in whatever outfit Jimin picks out for you."
He gave me a face that told me Are you fucking kidding me? while Jimin beamed. He jumped to his feet and forced his hyung to join him. "Come on, Yoongi-hyung! It's a dare!"
"No way."
"Would you rather pay the penalty?"
He gulped nervously. Before we all sat down on the floor in my dorm room, we all decided that if someone refused to do a dare or answer a truth, they were to strip down completely. There was no way Yoongi would do that. "Fine!" He grumbled the whole way out of the room.
