"Miso!" I heard someone distantly yell from God-knows-where.
"What?" I replied, getting up from my bed and unravelling my blanket burrito of warmth. "This better be important."
"Hey Miso, guess what?" Jungkook exclaimed in excitement the second I opened the door to our room.
"I give up, what?"
"You're no fun," he stated with a pout. I laughed.
"Not at six in the morning, I'm not," I retorted. "What do you want at this ungodly hour?"
"Well," he dragged out, leaning against the doorframe, "it's April the first," he stated. I raised one eyebrow.
"Okay? And?"
"It's April fools!" Jungkook exclaimed. "We have to do something!"
"Do we have to?" I whined. Call me bratty, but six in the morning was too early to thinking about how to prank anyone.
"Yes," he replied adamantly. I puffed out my cheeks before huffing and turning around.
"Alright, let me at least get changed into something decent," I called over my shoulder. Less than two minutes later, I emerged from my room in grey Nike sweatpants and a cropped white t-shirt that almost definitely belonged to Jungkook at some point—I had just taken it and cut off the bottom to make it cropped.
"Something decent, huh?" Jungkook asked as soon as I emerged.
"This is decent," I said with a sniff. "Now what's your great idea?"
After quickly scanning my outfit with an amused smile, Jungkook returned his eyes to my face and his smile changed to a sly grin.
"We should pretend to date," he declared. It was quickly followed by silence.
I opened my mouth, then immediately closed it again, repeating the action like a dumbfounded fish. "You what?"
"We should pretend to date!" he repeated like an excited child.
The dumbfounded fish look refused to leave my face, and Jungkook's excited expression was quickly tinted with amusement.
"Is that, uh, really a good idea?" I asked carefully, not trying to spoil his fun, but perhaps trying to be the realistic one in the situation. However, as soon as the little pout graced his lips, all realism in my head evaporated. "I-I mean why not? I'm sure it will be funny!"
"That's the spirit, Miso!" he cheered, grabbing my waist without hesitation and lifting me, spinning us around the living room until we both collapsed onto the sofa in a dizzy bliss.
"The hell's going on in here?" a grumpy voice muttered, accompanied by the sound of a door creaking open. Both Jungkook and I looked up to see a disgruntled Yoongi stood in the doorway to his office, scratching his stomach and raising an eyebrow at us.
"Hyung!" Jungkook exclaimed, jumping up and effortlessly lifting me up with him. "Guess what?"
I looked up at him in curiosity, wondering what his surprise would be, before realising with a start that this was the beginning of his April Fool's prank. Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfu-
"Miso agreed to go out with me!"
F u c k.
As much as it scared me, I forced myself to look up to gage Yoongi's reaction, and to be perfectly honest, I had every right to be terrified for my life, because Yoongi looked furious.
"Uh, wait, Yoongs, it isn't what you think-"
"Aw, hold on, where's my cute nickname?" Jungkook interrupted in a whiney voice, turning his back to Yoongi to wrap his arms around my waist and sway us side to side like some cheesy K-drama couple.
"Well, I don't-"
"Jeon Jungkook." Yoongi's voice was enough to slice through the tension in the air between him and Jungkook, and sent shivers down my spine. I could tell even Jungkook was slightly shaken by the sharp, icy voice.
"Y-Yes?" he asked, turning slightly to face Yoongi but not letting me go. I tried to discreetly wiggle out of his grip but he just tightened the hold his hands had on my waist.
"Us. Talk. Now," he demanded, and turned to walk back into his office without another word.
"Miso," Jungkook breathed gravely, turning to face me once again. "Pray for my soul, for I might not survive the wrath of Min Yoongi." I widened my eyes, cupping his face in my palms.
"Don't worry, my love, I will pray long and hard for your return," I whispered dramatically, and Jungkook nodded with a pained look.
"Fare well, my dear Miso soup," he called, just as Yoongi's door shut on him. As soon as he was out of sight, I turned on my heel and bolted straight towards Taehyung's room.
The door slammed open with a bang, and I yelled with as much power as I could muster; "TAEHYUNG! I'M WEAK! SO SO SO WEAK!"
"Holy shi- Miso?" Taehyung screeched, jumping up in bed with wide eyes and scruffy hair. I immediately burst into laughter.
"Morning, sunshine," I said through fits of giggles.
Taehyung gave me a dry look. "That wasn't funny," he deadpanned. "What d'you mean you're weak? Did you hurt yourself or something?" he asked in concern.
"No, no, but Jungkook might be," I murmured gravely, going to sit down on his bed as he ran his hands through his hair, trying to smooth it out a bit.
"What?" His voice was deep and full of confusion, somewhat croaky due to him just having woken up.
"So basically," I started, "Jungkook asked me out, but-"
"He what?"
"Shut up. Jungkook asked me out, but it was for an April Fool's thing. He wants to prank all the ARMYs and make them think that we're dating, and it was meant to fool all of you guys too, but uh, Yoongi's reaction is enough to persuade me that I think we should probably tell all of you before someone else blows their head off," I explained in a rush.
Taehyung's face vaguely reminded me of the Pikachu meme that ARMY's often tweeted when talking about BTS theories.
"So... you're not actually dating?" Taehyung finally asked, getting up and walking into the ensuite to wash his face. "In that case, I'm all for this!" he said, pulling the towel he was using off his face to reveal a cheeky grin.
Before I could reply, the door slammed open and Jungkook ran in, immediately diving onto the bed and grabbing me to hold in front of him as what I interpreted as a meat shield. When Yoongi appeared in the doorway seconds later, I realised why.
"You thought it would be a funny joke?" he growled, and I shrank back into Jungkook's arms. When Yoongi was angry, he was pretty hard to rationalise with. Usually his anger came for the sake of the greater good, but that never made it any less frightening.
"W-Wait, I said I'm sorry," Jungkook stammered, cowering more behind me and failing to realise that my frame was considerable smaller than his, so really I only shielded a brief part of his chest.
"What if I throw this pillow at your face?" Yoongi snarled, picking up a throw pillow from Taehyung's bed as he slowly got closer. "Personally I think that would be a pretty funny joke, but that doesn't mean that you'll think it's a funny joke too, right?" He dropped the throw pillow with a deep sigh.
"Yoongi, calm down," I said cautiously. He stared at me for a brief few seconds before shaking his head and walking out, probably to go rant to one of the older members about the idiocy of the younger members.
—NOTE:
um hello
it's been 2 years since i've logged onto this account, found this on my profile that i completely forgot about (50k reads btw??? thank you????). anyway this chapter was in my drafts from june 2019, so i figured might as well throw it out here
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