BTS fluffs, smuts, and imagines

Truth or Dare

You liked working late. While other people preferred packing up after their shift was done, and head home to their loved ones, or straight to the club to get wasted and unable to think straight for the next two days, you liked wandering around your office, humming to the music jamming in your ears. Yoongi would hang around too; at first the two of you had this sort of tension built in between you, realizing you would always be the only ones to accompany each other during the late hours of the night, the tension grew smaller and the friendship grew larger. 

"Hey Yoongs," you purred, as you walked inside his office without knocking. "What do you want now?" He would always pretend to be annoyed by your presence around him, although, you knew it was the other way around; he loved being around you. "Just came in to chill with you." You sat on his desk, and rambled through his stuff. "You realize I'm the only one who's actually doing shit around here, while you dance around the office like a whole retard, then complain about not getting enough sleep, right?" You gave him an annoyed look, and sighed. "At least I can dance." You teased, and it obviously hit him in the feelings. "You know there are cameras all over the place, right?" He questioned, and made himself comfortable on his chair. "Yeah, so?"

"So, our boss has probably seen every clip of you wiggling and jiggling around the building like a crackhead. I'm surprised you're still working here." He mocked you. "Well, he prolly jerks off to the sight of me wiggling and jiggling around the building like a crackhead, I mean, aren't I sexy?" Yoongi gave you a little laugh, and shook his head in despair.

You decided to dim the lights down a notch, walking up to the light switch and turning on the neons, after turning off the regular lights. "Let's have a drink, and chill." Yoongi gave in, sighing as he made his way to the couch in his office. You grabbed two beer cans from the minibar, and sat down close to him, handing him the liquor as you cracked yours open; the bitter taste of the booze in your mouth felt rather delightful, and refreshing.

A couple of silent minutes passed by like seconds, you were always comfortable around each other, even if no words were being said, or no conversation was being held. "We chilling," You finally spoke. "I wanna play truth or dare. You down?" You looked at Yoongi, waiting for his response. You though it was the alcohol, but the pink neon lights really looked perfect on Yoongi's pale skin; the thought of playing truth or dare with him suddenly felt a little risky. "But what's the point of that game tho?" He finally spoke. "I don't know, for fun, I guess." 

"I don't wanna tell you my secrets or obey to your commands." He added. "And why's that?" You chuckled. "I can't let you manipulate my decisions however you please, plus, I don't think you'd like to know my secrets." He gulped down some more beer, and his gaze fell upon you. "Why do you suddenly wanna play it?" You sighed, but for some reason, your heart pounded loudly inside your chest. "I don't know, maybe I'm just horny." He froze there, looking at you and contemplating on whether he heard your words right or not. "So people only play this game when they're horny?" His thumb placed on the corner of your lips, wiping away a drop of the liquor you had consumed not long ago, pulling his thumb back to his lips, and slightly sucking on it.

He gave you an innocent expression, head fallen to the side as he smirked mischievously; "You tryna get laid?"You chuckled at his sudden question, caught off guard because you had realized how obvious you had been, you did give him the right idea, but in the wrong way. Maybe you seemed desperate to him, but you couldn't deny the fact that he indeed, was turning you on, and pushing you over the edge, and it wasn't the first time.

"Maybe." You cooed, and eyed him a small smirk, before chugging down the booze. "In that case," he placed his can on the his desk, and sat back down next to you, crossing his arms and making himself comfortable but with that same distance he had since the beginning of this whole heated situation. "Let's play." He commanded. His low pitched voice sent tingles down your abdomen, had you shrugging it off and trying to look super calm and cool about it.