The bet (BTS x Namjoon)

The bet

I narrate:

The boys were watching a contest on TV. The contest of the year was called. He was trying to guess the exact age of the people who were appearing on the set.

The boys liked to watch the show together and check who was right the most.

That day was no exception.

The boys were sitting on the sofas in the living room waiting for the first unknown to appear.

Th: Hey, let's make this more interesting. What do you think?

Jm: What are you thinking about?

Th: Let's make a bet. The one with the lowest ages at the end of the program… ”Taehyung stopped to capture the attention of the others. You should dress as a woman for a week. And not just get dressed,  but also make up as one.

Jk: But ... Should we go outside like this too?

Th: Bang Si-Hyuk gave us 2 weeks off, remember? If we must go out and buy or so, someone else can go. So the one who loses the bet will not be forced to leave the house for the whole week.

Hk: I see no flaws in your logic. And you?

Jk: No. I sign up.

Jn: And me.

Yg: Why not?

Jm: Ok. For me good.

Th: What about you, Namjoon? What do you think?

Nj: I don't know ... It is that this one of guessing the ages ... It is not that I am very good, let's say. But if everyone signs up I'm not going to be the one left behind. After all, dressing as a woman cannot be so bad.

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Nj: Well it can be that bad.

Th: Sorry Namjoonie. But you didn't give one. It is true, guessing ages makes you sad. Hahaha...

Nj: Do I really have to wear this?

Jk: Yes. All the clothes my cousin lent us, so put something inside that bag but take care of the clothes. If he doesn't castrate me ... He already has me threatened ... -Jungkook got a shiver just thinking about it.

Nj: Ok ... Well, go out and change me.

Jn: Well, we are waiting for you outside.

Namjoon narrates:

Once alone in the room, I sighed resignedly.

I searched the bag for something more or less appropriate, and after a long search, I opted for the following set:

As I remembered that I also had to put on makeup, I applied a bit of pink lipstick and put on some mascara, which I found in a white toiletry bag inside the bag with clothes, shoes, etc.

Very, VERY, uncomfortable I left the room to go slowly to the living room, where the boys were waiting for me.

When they saw me: Jimin spit out his grape juice staining Yoongi's shirt and pants, who got up indignantly and fuming from his ears and almost killed poor Jimin; Jin was trying to separate Yoongi from Jimin, who was crying out for help; Hoseok nearly choked on a peanut when he forgot to chew on it and swallowed it right when he saw me; Jungkook has little more to revive Hoseok, who was still dying from a peanut; and Taehyung ... put on a strange grimace that he wouldn't know how to identify.

Nj: Emm ... well? How I look?

I felt my cheeks burn due to the embarrassment of the moment.

Jn: Well ...

Jm: Fantastic.

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HELLO, HUMANOIDS ... !!!

How are they? How are you? How are they?

I if it wasn't because I almost died of a heart attack when my little sister burned her arm completely (I'm very hysterical with these things, even if they don't end in anything serious), would be perfectly.

I had long wanted to write this story.

You will see, HUMANOIDS. I am passive Namjoon SUPERfan. At first I could only see it as active, but I realized that my bias can be passivated even with Jin :v.

It's hard to find a story in which Namjoon is passive to EVERYONE else in the group AT ONCE. And I love those kinds of stories, and I know that many other people do too.

I'm not fooled ...

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So I write this story. For fans of the SUPER passive Namjoon who do not find stories of this type and NEED them with all their SOUL of ARMY shippers.

I deserve recognition for this good work that I have just done to humanity :v.

P.S: I am sorry for the short chapter, but it is the first chapter, where more or less it is explained what the story is going to be about and all that.

P.S 2: I am supposed to be sleeping since here in Spain it is nightfall, but instead of sleeping I am here writing :v. Where are you from and what time is it in your countries?

P.S 3: Sorry if some of the things I write don't make sense or are misspelled. I am Spanish and this is only an attempt to translate my own story.