Right Here (KTH)

Prologue

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Three Years Ago

It was Friday, about three A.M. and the party had mostly died out. A few stragglers, my best friend, Junghwa, and some guys she was playing beer pong with, at least last time I saw her. Maybe others, but not many.

Jimin had passed out an hour earlier, drinking far too much too quickly. We may have been twins, but my brother liked to push his limits, whereas I usually stayed far away from mine. It was fine, though. One of us had to be responsible since it was our house party.

Maybe responsible wasn't the best word, seeing as I'd abandoned the party to head upstairs at least twenty minutes ago.

I lay on my back, hands holding the body hovering over mine as close as possible as I arched up into his touch. He used one elbow to prop himself up, hand curled in my hair, massaging my scalp, while the other hand ran up and down my side as we kissed.

This all felt very sudden, but too heated for me to put a stop to it now. We'd both had one or two drinks that night, so it wasn't like we were plastered, maybe a little loose, but still very much in our right minds. Still, I felt very out of my mind as we parted for a brief second and I let my hand trace over the cheek of my brothers best friend, Taehyung.

I'd known him forever. More than forever. He and Jimin had been best friends since elementary school and with Jimin and I being twins, that basically meant that he was someone I was close to by default. I didn't have many childhood memories that didn't include Taehyung.

And now I was making out with him in my bedroom, in my parents house, and no one knew except for him and I.

I wasn't even sure exactly how it escalated to even this point.

Junghwa had insisted, "Let's play spin the bottle! Seven minutes in heaven addition!" She always had a way of getting everyone to agree with her and go along with it.

We all sat in a circle, Jimin still able to hold himself up at this point, but already far, far gone. Still, the point of the game was probably so that Junghwa could get a chance to make out with Jimin like she always told me she wanted to. However, seeing as he was my brother, and about five minutes from puking his guts out, or passing out, I didn't see how anyone could find him desirable.

A few people went, went into the closet and kissed, Jimin did pass out, and then it was my turn to spin.

"Okay, (y/n), you spin now," Junghwa wiggled her eyebrows. She didn't get the chance to make out with Jimin, but she did make out with Taeyong and that seemed to put her in a good mood. She wasn't that picky.

"Alright," I shrugged. There were about six different guys it could land on, not counting Jimin, and six girls. Two girls had gone in before me and came out giggling. I had no expectations besides the fact that it would probably just land on my brother and then I wouldn't kiss anybody.

It spun and spun and spun and to my surprised stopped just the the right of Jimin.

"Ohhhhh," people cheered in unison and I felt a wave of heat rush to my face. He looked a little taken aback too.

"Taehyung and (y/n), in the closet now!" Junghwa cheer and she dragged me there and some guy shoved Taehyung in after me.

I scoffed after they slammed the door shut. "Some game," I said.

He laughed. "Well, we're already here. We might as well just do it."

I rolled my eyes, but smiled. "Fine." I leaned up, since he was taller than me, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.