April Fools | A BTS Fanfic

EIGHTEEN

TAEHYUNG'S POV

"I dare you to kiss Taehyung on the cheek for 10 seconds."

My eyes widened as RM hyung casually threw the dare into the air, as if it were no big deal. I glanced over at Y/N, her face now a brilliant shade of red. She looked so cute when she blushed.

"Y/N, come on, we're waiting," Jin hyung teased, a laugh escaping his lips as he watched Y/N shy away. She had become such a close friend of ours, and we all felt completely at ease around her ever since the first day we met.

As I scanned the room, I saw Jimin staring at his hands, as if he were trying his hardest not to witness what was about to unfold.

My heart seemed to stop the moment Y/N's hand gently cupped my chin, and she planted a soft kiss on my right cheek. The room erupted in cheers as the others began to count out the seconds. I couldn't help but feel my face heat up.

"...7...8...9...."

"9... hyung, what's after 9?"

"Maybe 3?" Jin hyung teased, holding back his laughter, enjoying this far too much.

"Alright... 3...4...5...6...7...8...9... what's next?" Jungkook added, grinning mischievously and looking at me like he'd just won a prize.

"10! Okay, enough teasing, you bunch of children! Look at how red Y/N's face is!" Yoongi hyung burst out laughing, Hoseok hyung beside him, practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

"Ah, it's getting late... we should sleep now," Jimin said, standing up and checking his watch. We all looked at him, surprised, before RM hyung nodded in agreement. Jimin avoided my gaze as he made his way toward the door. Seriously, what did I do?

"Right, time to rest. It was fun! Y/N, you can take Taehyung's room, and Taehyung will just sleep with me, since we were roommates before," RM hyung added with a grin. "Don't worry, we made sure Taehyung cleaned his room so you'd feel more comfortable."

The other members gave Y/N quick hugs and wished her goodnight, and I escorted her upstairs to my room. I made sure she was settled in, ensuring she was comfortable in my bed before heading toward Namjoon hyung's room.

"If you need anything, just message me, okay?" I tucked the covers around her and switched on the ghost lamp beside my bed.

"Yeah. Thanks, Tae. And... um... sorry about earlier... you know, with the dare." Y/N avoided eye contact, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of the blanket covering her.

"Don't worry about it. It's fine. Goodnight," I said, my voice soft as I leaned down to kiss her forehead. She was already dozing off, probably exhausted from all the fun we had earlier.

Before I knew it, I was out of my room, practically running toward RM hyung's bedroom. What on earth is wrong with me? What am I doing?!

Namjoon hyung was fast asleep beside me, but sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned, the image of Y/N kissing my cheek flashing in my mind. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't help the strange feeling bubbling in my chest. It wasn't that I liked Y/N—at least, I didn't think so—but why did my heart feel like it was going to burst every time I thought about the kiss?

I grabbed my phone, desperate for a distraction, and scrolled through SNS. Suddenly, a notification popped up from Instagram, my heart skipping a beat.

It was a message from Reese.

I hesitated, my palms suddenly sweating. Should I open it? What should I even say?

In the end, I deleted the message without reading it. I couldn't focus on that now. I needed sleep. I repeated Jin hyung's words to myself: Don't let your guard down.

YOUR POV

"Thanks for taking me home, Jimin. But really, you don't have to do this. You know that."

I stood in front of the doorway, facing Jimin, who was leaning casually against his car door.

"It's fine. I want to," he replied, his smile warm and genuine. I couldn't help but smile back.

I waved as I turned to open the door, and Jimin rolled down the window to wave one last time as he drove off.

I headed back to my room to unpack my things, then collapsed onto the bed. I was still exhausted from waking up early, too shy to stay at their dorm for too long with seven handsome guys in the apartment and just me, the only girl. It felt overwhelming, despite how comfortable they all made me feel.

Hours later, I was jolted awake by the sound of my phone ringing. I groggily reached for it, still half asleep, figuring it was probably SuMin calling.

I answered without checking the caller ID, my voice barely a whisper.

"SuMin, can you call back later? I'm still—"

"Y/N?"

I froze. That wasn't SuMin's voice. It was a man's voice—husky, but strangely familiar.

"Taehyung?" I asked, my voice rising in surprise.

I couldn't believe it.

"Yeah," he replied softly.

"Taehyung?!" I squeaked, panic rushing through me. Why was he calling me?

"Let's meet at the park."