Secrets

3. Four Dunk Idiots

Over the course of the following couple weeks I managed to learn a lot about what it takes to manage a KPop group. Like beinging homemade candies to use as bribes, or jaw glue. Or knowing when to give up and let them either do something stupid or let someone else handle it. Or don't get stuck sitting next to a tired Taehyung unless you want to be a human teddy bear. But I loved working with them.

The guys had taken to my presents quite a bit faster than I thought they would, too. The rest of the BTS team said that I was almost like BTS little sister. I was glad to befriend them.

Bang PDnim had given me permition to utilize the studio, so that's where I was when my phone buzzed.

Namjoon: Hyungs going to a bar tonight. You in?
Me: You need a designated driver
Namjoon: That's Suga. He lost.
Me: I'm in. I'll meet you there.

It felt like this was a good excuse if any to wear a little black dress. I hid it well, but I had had a crush on Yoongi. Even though he sometimes seemed scary, I had always been a little in love with him through a screen. Now, seeing him almost every day, I could see how quietly caring he was of his other members. Things they didn't even seem to notice. I had gotten pretty overwhelmed with my feelings.

"I didn't realize you owned a dress."

"Yah! It's been two seconds Hoseok-oppa. Why are you already picking on me?" I laughed.

He laughed and handed me multicolored shot. "Drink."

I rolled my eyes and turned my head, holding my hand up to cover my mouth as I drank. It was one of the few things I learned from dramas and watching variety shows. Turn away from your elders when you drink alcohol. So far, nobody had corrected me, so I was either right or they thought it was amusing.

"Oh, that tastes like Christmas and regret. Why would you give me that?"

"To see your face."

We ended up having a lot of fun and the boys teased me for being a lightweight. While I giggled and made aegyo faces and noises.

"Drinking games!" I cheered.

"What drinking games?"

I shrugged. "Don't care. Just wanna play."

"Pocky?"

I grinned. I have no regard for boundaries, or anything when competition is involved. "I will win for sure!"

Namjoon put a pocky in his mouth and turned to me. Jin and Hobi were watching closely. I usually got kind of shy when anyone got too close to my face, but drunk me was a little bold. I put my hands on Namjoon's shoulders and slowly bit farther onto the pocky, staring at his eyes the whole time. I could feel his breath on my lips when he pulled away from me, slightly flushed.

"I win!"

Namjoon laughed and finished his drink.

"It's getting late and I'm getting tired. You're not as entertaining as you were a bit ago, so I'm too sober to watch you."

There wasn't much fighting with that. Yoongi had put up with four drunk idiots for the past few hours.

As we stumbled our way to the car I triped over a step and fell. "Oh no, floor!"

"You're such a lightweight, it's amazing." Suddenly I was being pulled onto Yoongi's back. His hands on my thighs felt soft and rough, probably from the piano playing. He set me down next to the passangers side and opened the door. "I guess I'm taking you home too. You'd probably get lost trying to go get home. Get in."

I flopped into the seat and giggled. Yoongi rolled his eyes and leaned in to buckle my seatbelt. "No more drinking for you it seems." He shut the door and ran around the care as I started dozing off.