Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
The boys look weary, searching for an answer in mine and Jungkook's faces.
"OK...?" Jungkook is very hesitant.
Jimin's smirk grows even wider as he hears the words of acceptance.
We move the table, that once was in the middle of the room, to the side so we are in a big circle. I feel like we are about to play some children game or sing nursery rhymes.
How I was so wrong...
"Ok, who's starting?" Jimin says itching to start.
"Look start easy OK? Y/n can barely talk, let alone do some of these things. And Jungkook's never played like this before." Namjoon states cautiously.
Jungkook looks as if he's about to say something but then dismisses the thought.
No one paying much attention to it we get on with the game...
The mood shifts as we all focus our attention to Namjoon, waiting in anticipation for who he will ask.
His gaze falls to Jin as I see the relief prominent on all the others faces. I am relieved too.
Jin, however, is trying to put on a hard face but I see the fear in his large eyes.
"I'm gonna let the Birthday boy go first." Namjoon smiles wickedly.
"Bring it on! I can handle your stupid dares and truths." Jin lies through his teeth.
"Jin, truth or dare?"
It can't be that bad right? I mean it's only truth or dare whats the worst that could happen?
"Truth."
Namjoon shows a hint of disappointment on his face but nevertheless carries on.
"Ok. How many girls are you gonna get with today in total?"
I hear sighs come from every direction as the boys adopt Namjoons disappointment.
Why are they disappointed? It gets worse than this?
As if he could read my mind Jimin suddenly says, "Yes, y/n. It gets much worse than this."
Jungkook's warm hands glide up my arms landing on my cheeks as my head lifts, deep brown kind eyes. His luscious pink lips move, but they're inaudible as my mind is somewhere else.
When I think about it I barely know anything about Jungkook. I want to get to know him more.
"... It will be ok." He finishes speaking. I nod trying to make it seem as though I heard everything he just said. He seemed satisfied as we returned to the game.
"Anyway Jin, how many?" a curious Namjoon asks.
Surprisingly, Jin has to take about 20 seconds to count. How many is he planning? It can't be that many right?
"Umm.. I don't know, about 25-ish." Jin finally answer after what seems like an eternity.
"Oh ok."
Everyone begins to move on as I am in awe at how casual everyone thinks this is! 25 people?! Even Jungkook doesn't look shocked.
"Ok, Jungkook. Truth or dare?" Jin carries on.
"Dare."
"Ok, since your new I won't go too hard on you. Chug the rest of what's in that vodka bottle."
He gestures to the half-full, big bottle of pure vodka on the side.
As he takes the toxic bottle he shrugs.He places the bottle to his perfect lips, the freckle below his bottom lip becoming prominent. Every flaw makes him even better looking.
I feel myself falling under the spell he unknowingly casts upon me. I am soon brought out of my trance by the sound of 6 boys yelling "Chug, Chug, Chug..."
My sight goes directly to the almost empty bottle. My eyes expanding.
Jungkook departs the bottle from his mouth as if he didn't do anything. How is he so cool about this?
"Wow, you can chug!" Hoseok hits his back as Jungkook chuckles slightly his friends reactions.
"Is it my go then?" Jungkook ignores the phrases being thrown at him, "Yoongi, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
An evil looks makes it's way onto the Maknae's face. Its not his usual expression but it doesn't contain the angry aura he held whilst talking to those got7 guys. I've never seen this side of Jeon Jungkook before.
The look never leaves his face as he speaks, "I don't know how far you guys go, so tell me if you don't feel comfortable doing this, but also tell me if this isn't far enough because I can bump it up easily."
Butterflies go around in my stomach. It's not even my dare.
"OK..." Yoongi narrows his eyes into small slits.
"I dare you to kiss Hoseok."
I freeze, not believing what I just heard. Is this really Jungkook? What the hell is this?
"Pfft. Easy." I guess Yoongi disagrees with me.
As if they have done it a thousand times before, Yoongi's hand claps around Hobi's head and pulls his uneven lips to his thin ones.
They kiss. Not just a peck. Like a full on kiss.
Their lips connect and they kiss for a good 10 seconds, it's obvious it's purely for the game though.
Simultaneously, they pull apart, both panting.
Jungkook nods his head approvingly, "Ok, now I know where we stand I can go full out."
I don't know why but his words trigger nerves. I keep them under control but they are definetly there.
Does this mean Jungkook has played at this level before? He seems to know what he's doing.
Jimin asks what everyone is thinking,"So, you've played before?"
Silence falls upon Jungkook as his head hangs low. Noticing his discomfort, I place my hand on his in an attempt to show him that its ok.
He appears to appreciate the effort as he sends me a small smile.
"Ok, let's just move on. Jungkook can tell us when he feels he can." I'm pleasantly surprised at the one nice thing that has come out of Jimin's mouth, - like ever.
"Y/n, truth or dare." Yoongi pauses before each word adding dramatic emphasis. It doesn't help the anxiety telling me to back out before it's too late.
He passes me the whiteboard, truth.
His swollen lips pull into a mischievous grin.
The anticipation is killing me.
" Who out of us would you fuck?"
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.
I am being more active now. I'm not sure how to feel about this chapter.
This chapter and the next are inspired by 'Frat boys'. If you like smut then apparently it's very good - I struggled to read it because I don't read smut but it seemed like the storyline was quite good.
Thank you - Bangtanxxo
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