Not me saying they live in America but still using KRW instead of dollars-

Not me continuously breaking these chapters into parts for some reason-

Changed namjoons waist size after finding out online what his real measurements are (still guessing out of thin air on his bust and hip measurements ofc, ya bitch knows nothing about that shiť)

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At 2:56 the next day, Namjoon parked his car in Yoongi's driveway and stomped up the stairs, pounding on the door.

Why did he even bother showing up early? He should wait at school and leave at the last possible second. It's not like he even wanted to spend a couple extra minutes in Yoongi's house either, he was just used to being punctual.

Yoongi opened the door and smiled at him. "Good afternoon, sub."

"Asshole." Namjoon tried to shoulder him aside but Yoongi stepped back before the student could touch him and, once again, Namjoon wondered what the hell that was all about.

Yoongi led him back to the living room, taking a seat on the large chair.

Namjoon hovered over the couch, eyeing the tray of snacks and drinks that were laid out.

"It's not drugged." Yoongi sighed. "Seriously sub, we both know by now I can get you hard easily whenever I want."

Namjoon glared and still refused to take the food.

Yoongi noticed how the student remained standing and he raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "It's not 3 yet, sub. You can sit on the furniture, you know."

Red flushed the boys cheeks, realizing.

He scowled. "I want to stand."

Yoongi chuckled. "Suit yourself, sub."

Namjoon swore he felt his blood pressure raise whenever Yoongi called him that.

He crossed his arms. "What are we doing today?"

Yoongi smiled, picking at his nails in his lap. "Today is going to be a fun adventure, baby."

Namjoon frowned. "What do you mean?"

Yoongi checked his watch, seeing it was 2:58. They still had two minutes before he could begin.

"Haven't you noticed your closet in your room is empty?" Yoongi batted his eyelashes.

Namjoon froze. "What...I- you..."

"That's right sweetheart," Yoongi cooed, loving Namjoon's horrified expression. "We're going shopping for some pretty sub clothes for you."

Namjoon sat down on the carpet immediately, as if that would make it impossible to go shopping. "No! Fuck no! I know exactly what you're going to get! No! I refuse!"

Yoongi watched the time turn to 3:00, and immediately looked to the student expectantly.

Namjoon scowled, but forced himself to fall into position A.

Yoongi stood up from the chair, stretching. "Come on sub. You know you're already in trouble, don't make it worse for yourself."

Namjoon shook his head.

"Crossdressing is on the list, sub." Yoongi reminded him. "The list you helped make and approved."

Namjoon shook his head harder.

Yoongi grabbed his car keys off the table. "Let's go. I won't have you waste time."

He snapped his fingers twice. "Up."

Namjoon, for once, wanted to stay in the position he was in. But he had to obey Yoongi, so he slowly forced himself to his feet.

"Good boy," Yoongi praised patronizingly.

He headed to the garage and unlocked his car, expecting Namjoon to follow.

The student hesitated, glaring and stomping his foot a little, but in the end he pushed himself to follow Yoongi, angrily climbing into the doms car.

Yoongi got in beside him and started the vehicle, backing down the driveway.

"I didn't say cross dressing was allowed outside the house!" Namjoon hissed, unable to keep himself quiet.

Yoongi smiled at the outburst. "You didn't say it wasn't allowed either, dumbass."

"People will know I'm having sessions with you if we go out in public like this!" Namjoon argued as Yoongi drove to the store. "That's against the contract and you'll lose!"

"They won't assume that, sub." Yoongi said. "They don't care. If anything, they'll just assume we're dating."

Namjoon made a face. "Gross."

Yoongi chuckled and Namjoon crossed his arms, glaring out the window as Yoongi headed to his destination.

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Yoongi parked and Namjoon stayed inside, not wanting to go inside the store.

Yoongi glared at him through the windshield and snapped his fingers, pointing outside.

Namjoon huffed but climbed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

"You better be on your best behavior in here," Yoongi warned him as they headed inside. "If you act up, I'll punish you worse than how I'm already planning to."

Namjoon wanted to retort, but then they were inside the store and his words left him.

It was a large sex store, and as a person who had never been inside one of these before, Namjoon was at a loss for anything to say.

Everywhere he looked was sex toys; handcuffs, leather paddles, dildos, vibrators, costumes, CD's of hentai, and even the TV's in the corners were playing some 80's porno with subtitles that Namjoon refused to read.

He felt so out of place here that when Yoongi took the lead, Namjoon quickly followed behind him, not minding at all handing the reigns over to the dom this one time.

He wasn't a virgin, and he was no stranger to porn and masturbating, but being surrounded by these items and having people see him in this kind of place, with Yoongi no less, made his heart start to pound. Especially when they walked to the back of the store, and Namjoon saw a bunch of toys that he had never seen before and the thought of Yoongi using these foreign objects on him made him feel...uneasy.

Yoongi paid the toys no mind however, instead walking to some changing rooms. There were racks of clothes on the walls behind them, and shelves full of lingerie too.

A worker noticed them and hurried over. "Hi! I'm Auden, how can I help you?"

Yoongi nodded at Namjoon. "He needs some clothes."

"Ah," Auden looked the boy over, and Namjoon glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest as if blocking the workers view. "Sure thing, if you'll just step up here sir, we can get you measured."

He pointed to a circular stand in front of a bunch of mirrors, under a spotlight.

Namjoon took a step back, definitely not wanting to get measured in front of all these strangers, but then Yoongi pushed him over to it, the dark look in his eyes telling the sub to behave.

Namjoon stepped onto the stand, looking at himself in the mirrors that gave him a full view of himself.

This wouldn't hurt, right?

Nothing but his pride, right?

Auden grabbed a measuring tape and walked over, stepping up onto the stand as well while Yoongi leaned against the wall and watched.

"Hold your arms out." Auden instructed and Namjoon did, obviously thinking the worker was going to measure him arms, so he was surprised when instead the boy wrapped the tape around his pecs instead.

"Hey!" Namjoon snapped, shoving the boy off him and stepping back.

Auden looked confused and glanced at Yoongi for help.

Yoongi sighed. "He's just getting your measurements, Namjoon. Calm down."

Seething, Namjoon reluctantly stepped back up, raising his arms again.

Auden looked a little wary, but wrapped the tape around the boy again. "Forty." He told Yoongi, who nodded with a smirk.

Namjoon didn't know what that meant but he was glad when the worker stepped away again and he could put his arms down.

But then Auden was getting on his knees in front of Namjoon and the student's eyes widened. He stumbled back, nearly falling off the stand if it wasn't for Yoongi catching him and pushing him back upright.

"Namjoon," Yoongi sighed, annoyed. "Will you calm down? What's the matter with you? He's not going to touch you, for fucks sake."

Namjoon puffed his cheeks out in anger, and forced himself to be still as Auden approached him again, wrapping the tape around his waist and tightening it to get the measurement.

"Thirty two." He informed Yoongi, who bit his lip as he looked Namjoon up and down.

Again, Namjoon didn't know what that meant, and he didn't care to ask.

Then Auden got back on his knees and wrapped the tape around Namjoon's hips, and the student felt panic again, wanting to push the worker away and run out of the store.

"Forty four." Auden said and stood up, and Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," Yoongi gave the boy a tip for having to deal with Namjoon's aggressiveness.

Yoongi looked at the sub and beckoned him down with his finger.

All too happy to get off the stand, Namjoon leaped off, hurrying over to Yoongi and hiding behind him, despite being taller than the dom.

Yoongi led them to the changing rooms and suddenly shoved Namjoon inside an empty one. He followed in and slid the curtain across before the student could protest. He pushed the boy onto the bench against the wall and leaned over him, his palms flat on the wall beside Namjoon's head.

"Namjoon." Yoongi said seriously, caging the student in with his body. "Listen to me."

Namjoon crossed his arms, not making eye contact with the dom. He knew Yoongi was just going to yell at him for acting up and he didn't want to hear it.

"Did somebody hurt you?"

Namjoon's eyes snapped to Yoongi's in shock.

Yoongi wasn't glaring like how the student had expected him to be. Instead, he looked concerned, and a little...upset?

"I- nobody." Namjoon shook his head. "What are you even talking about?"

Yoongi stared at him for a few long moments, and Namjoon's heart raced at the intensity in the doms eyes.

"You need to be honest with me when it comes to things like that," Yoongi said, dropping one hand to the boys forehead, brushing Namjoon's hair gently aside. "I need to know so that I don't hurt you, okay?"

His tone was so warm and soft that Namjoon nodded, feeling himself relax under Yoongi.

The dom was a conceited asshole, but Namjoon knew he could trust Yoongi when he said he wasn't going to hurt Namjoon, and not just because it was in their contract that he couldn't.

"Okay," Yoongi stepped back.

Namjoon got up and followed him out of the changing room.

Yoongi pulled out his wallet and handed his card to the confused student. "The aisle of clothes in your measurements is down there, sub. Take this and buy whatever you want. I'll meet you at checkout."

"Wait- Yoo-" He walked away before Namjoon could finish.

The student glared after him. He wasn't about to buy clothes that would only aid in his own humiliation.

He looked down at the card and grinned.

Buuuuttt...

Yoongi couldn't hurt him physically, but Namjoon could hurt him financially.

With that in mind, Namjoon hurried to the aisle, grabbing up everything his fingers touched, until his arms grew heavy with the weight of all the lace outfits and silk lingerie.

He avoided the toys, but dumped all the clothing into a basket, ignoring all the stares he was getting, and just grabbed more and more, until the aisle looked empty.

His muscles straining to carry the heavy baskets, he walked back to check out and set them on the counter with a thunk.

The cashier looked alarmed at the amount she would have to scan in, but dutifully started.

They were almost done when Yoongi popped up, one eyebrow raised as he eyed the numerous bags stuffed full with the clothes.

"Find something you liked, sub?" Yoongi asked with a smirk.

"Sure hope this doesn't come up declined." Namjoon beamed. "That would be a shame, a total waste of a session."

"That'll be 5,443,050₩," she said, her eyes wide at such a total.

Namjoon handed her the credit card, putting his cheeks in his hands as he leaned on the counter, still smiling innocently at Yoongi.

She swiped the card, and the receipt printed. "Alright, you're all set. Have a good day." She handed the card and receipt to Yoongi, who took it and thanked her.

Namjoon's smile froze, looking at all the clothing Yoongi now owned.

Clothing in his size.

Clothing he knew Yoongi was going to make him wear.

Yoongi grabbed a few bags. "Think you can carry the rest, sub?" He called over his shoulder as he headed to the car.

Namjoon stared, his heart pounding.

How the hell had Yoongi been able to afford that?!

The helpful cashier helped bring out the other bags, loading them into the trunk of the car as Namjoon stared after them, realizing too late how he should have bought just one thing.

Yoongi walked back in and grabbed the students arm, yanking him outside and to the car.

"We still have twenty minutes before our session ends," Yoongi said, climbing into the car. "That's just enough time to finish this shopping day."

Namjoon had no words. He looked in the rearview mirror at all the bags in the back and cringed at his stupidity, rubbing a hand over his face.

Yoongi noticed and laughed, speeding down the road back home.

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Once all the bags had been brought into Namjoon's room, Yoongi began putting them away in the closet and dresser.

Namjoon watched from where he was standing beside the bed, refusing to help.

"This isn't all going to fit." Yoongi said after a while. All the drawers were stuffed full and the closet could barely shut, and there were still three bags left. "You'll have to take these home with you."

"What?!" Namjoon was racing over in an instant. "No! My mom will find it and what am I supposed to tell her?"

"Keep it well hidden then." Yoongi pushed the remaining bags over. "Oh, but before you do, put one on."

Namjoon stared, as if he really didn't think this was coming. "What?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You heard me, stupid. Pick out a set and put it on. You'll be wearing it home."

Namjoon shook his head, even as he pulled his shirt off. He hadn't even paid attention to what he had grabbed; he had just...grabbed.

Reluctantly, he eyed the bags as he kicked his pants and boxers off. He missed them already.

Yoongi watched silently as Namjoon sorted through the remaining bags, not looking happy with any of the sets inside.

The student faced Yoongi, looking adorably angry with his puffed out pout and pink cheeks.

"Where did you put it?" He mumbled.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Put what?"

"The...blue one." Namjoon looked away, swatting the pink, white and purple ones aside.

Yoongi barely held back a smirk. "I don't remember. Maybe the closet?"

Namjoon huffed but walked to the closet, forcing it open and pushing aside racks of bra's, panties, short skirts and crop tops, until he finally found the one he was looking for.

It was dark blue, and the 'manliest' one Namjoon remembered grabbing. It at least didn't have lace or cringey bows on it, or that god awful flower pattern like most of the pink ones did. It was still too small and revealing for Namjoon's liking, since it was made for girls, but it was the one that Namjoon felt he could wear and still keep at least a little dignity in.

He slipped the panties up his legs, facing away from Yoongi as he angrily pulled them over his ass.

He grabbed the matching blue bra and looked confused at all the straps.

Embarrassed and angry, he faced Yoongi, his cheeks red. "Um, sir,...how do I...?"

Yoongi chuckled, walking over. "Let dom help you, sub."

He took the bra from Namjoon and turned the student around.

"Put your arms through here." He instructed, and Namjoon glared but obeyed, and he felt Yoongi slide the bra tight against his chest, clasping the straps together in the back.

Namjoon looked down and frowned at the sight of his pecs cupped in the soft material.

There was nothing manly about this.

Yoongi eyed him. "Blue looks good on you, sub."

Namjoon said nothing, and yelped when a hand grabbed his ass, the panties doing nothing to cover him.

"So you're just not going to thank your dom who spent all that won on you?" Yoongi asked.

Namjoon seethed, his arms covering his torso. "Thank. You. Sir."

Yoongi chuckled and released his grip on the students ass, instead patting it lightly. "Put your clothes on, sub."

Namjoon hurried, eager to do so, and slipped his shirt on. He yanked his pants on, and then realized he forgot his boxers. Before he could pick them up however, Yoongi did, and tossed them into the trash can.

"You won't be needing these anymore." Yoongi said cheerfully, a stark contrast to Namjoon's horrified expression.

"What the hell are you saying? I'm not going commando for-"

"Oh my God." Yoongi looked up at the ceiling. "You're just really making your punishment worse and worse, sub." He glanced back at the student and glared. "You have a lifetime supply of panties now. You'll be wearing these for the rest of the month, and if you don't want to make things even worse for yourself, you'll thank me for spoiling you and say nothing else."

It took Namjoon nearly a full minute to process Yoongi's words, and even longer to force himself not to vomit at them.

Finally he looked at floor, unable to look into Yoongi's eyes without punching him.

"Thank you for spoiling me, sir." He finally got out.

Yoongi smiled. "Oh, and you can toss out all your boxers when you get home too. You don't need them either, you have more than enough pretty panties to wear instead."

Namjoon's head snapped up, but Yoongi raised a finger before he could argue.

"You're welcome, sub." He said, eyebrows raised and Namjoon bit his tongue, figuratively and literally.

"Thank you." Namjoon muttered furiously. "Sir."

Yoongi smirked at the subs pain.

Their watches went off then, signaling the end of the session, and Namjoon raced again out of the room.

"Fucking bastard pervert," he muttered, slipping his shoes on as fast as he could.

"I want you to video call me when you're home." Yoongi called after him as he watched from the top of the stairs. "That's an order, sub."

"What the hell for?" Namjoon exclaimed, knowing he would have to still obey the dom even in his own bedroom.

"Because I said so." Yoongi answered simply.

Namjoon was too frustrated to argue, and he slammed the door shut behind him as he stormed to his car.

Sitting down, he was all too aware of the way the panties rode up on him, and he wondered how the hell girls wore these all day.

Looking at himself in the small mirror in the car, he gasped audibly when he saw the way the bra pushed out against his shirt. It was obvious he was wearing it, and he snatched up his jacket, pulling it on and zipping it up to hide it.

As he drove back home, he wondered, not for the first time, if this bet was even going to be worth winning after all the shit Min Yoongi put him through.

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When he arrived home, he evaded his parents, saying he had been staying after to school to tutor people, and that he wasn't hungry, and yes he knew his date with Park Jimin was tomorrow night.

He shut and locked the door behind him as he entered his bedroom, sighing in frustration, tiredness and fury.

He took a few minutes for himself, before pulling out his phone and calling Yoongi.

"The hell do you want?" Namjoon snapped as soon as the dom answered.

Yoongi switched the call to video as a response, and Namjoon set his phone on his desk, propped up against his laptop.

"I want to see you put all your boxers into a bag or box." Yoongi said, seated on his couch, his phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. He took a sip from the glass, looking comfortable against the cushions with a blanket over his lap.

"Why?!" Namjoon exclaimed, and then forced himself to be quiet since he didn't want his parents to come in.

"Because I ordered you to." Yoongi said, and Namjoon felt his cold glare through the phone.

Grumbling, Namjoon pulled out an old unused box from when he had ordered something online and had just stuffed the box in his closet.

It seemed large enough to do the job, and he showed it to Yoongi.

"Does this container please thy king?" He asked sarcastically. "Or shall I fetch a gold embroidered one, your highness?"

"This box shall do, pleb." Yoongi smiled behind his wine.

Namjoon scowled, dropping the box. He didn't want to have fun with Yoongi.

He had been planning on keeping his boxers and wearing them at home in secret, but now obviously that plan went to shit.

Yoongi knew Namjoon wasn't going to obey, so now he was making sure of it.

Pulling open his drawers, Namjoon muttered curses as he scooped up his boxers and briefs, dumping them into the box while Yoongi watched.

When he was done, Yoongi made him show him the rest of the room, making sure Namjoon wasn't hiding any.

"Bring the box with you to our next session, sub. And don't even think about trying to buy new pairs." Yoongi said. "Because you'll be severly punished for disobeying me, got it sub?"

"I'm already getting punished." Namjoon muttered under his breath. He shut the box and kicked it under his bed.

Realizing it was already nearly five and he hadn't even started his homework yet, the student raced back out to the car and grabbed his backpack, running back in and dumping the contents onto his desk, forgetting Yoongi was still there as he started his homework.

"What's that?" Yoongi questioned a few minutes later, looking through the phone.

Namjoon jumped, startled, then scooped up his device. "Ah! Fucking pervert creep! Why didn't you hang up?"

"You looked too cute," Yoongi cooed.

Namjoon scowled. "Goodbye, freak."

But before his finger could hit the red button to end the call, Yoongi noticed the student's worksheet.

"Gilula carpal arches." He called out before sipping from his wine again.

Namjoon hesitated, his finger hovering. "Huh?"

"Number eight." Yoongi said, nodding at the blank line on the students worksheet. "The answer is Gilula carpal arches."

Namjoon shot him a glare, setting his phone back down. He quickly looked at his anatomy textbook for reference and grimaced when he saw Yoongi was right.

Yoongi smiled at the student's distasteful look. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"So you got one right." Namjoon rolled his eyes, filling the answer in. "Doesn't make you a genius."

"I've beaten you multiple times." Yoongi said. "And you're supposed to be a genius."

Namjoon picked up his paper, showing Yoongi it. "Okay, Mr. Genius, then what's number nine, huh? If you know the bones of the human hand so well, name them."

Yoongi ticked them off with his fingers, recalling the names easily. "Hamate, pisiform, trapezoid, trapezium, triquetrum, lunate, scaphoid."

Namjoon puffed out his cheeks, annoyed. "That was an easy question." He muttered, scribbling in the answers.

Yoongi just chuckled, turning his attention back to his glass.

"Aren't you not allowed to drink?" Namjoon asked, trying to sound angry.

"Only when I'm in a session with you, sub." Yoongi reminded him. "Do you seriously not remember the contract at all?"

Namjoon stuck out his tongue. "Being around you makes my brain only capable of remembering how much I hate you."

Yoongi just grinned and took a long sip of his alcohol, just because he could and Namjoon couldn't.

"What's the next question?" He asked, getting comfy on his couch and angling his phone so he could see better.

Namjoon looked at his sheet. "Number ten, define ipsilateral."

"On the same side." Yoongi answered automatically. "Next."

"How the hell do you even know this?" Namjoon scowled, filling in the blank with Yoongi's answer.

"I know the human body, sub." Yoongi reminded him with raised eyebrows.

"But these are bones and terminology, not dicks." Namjoon flipped the page of his textbook, reading the chapter quickly.

"You really have no idea what it means to be a dom." Yoongi sighed, setting his glass down to run a hand through his hair.

"I'm not a pervert like you." Namjoon hissed, answering true for number eleven, and false for twelve.

"Come on, tell me the next one." Yoongi whined when Namjoon continued to work in silence.

"Don't you have taxes to file or a mortgage to refinance?" Namjoon huffed.

"My finances are just fine, even after your little scheme today." Yoongi told him. "Tell me the next one, I forgot how smart I am."

"Cocky bastard." Namjoon muttered, determined to find a hard question that would stump the tiny dom.

His eyes scanned the rest of his worksheet, but they weren't advanced questions, so Namjoon turned to his laptop instead.

"You know astronomy?" He asked after a few moments of searching.

"You mean like Pisces and fire signs?" Yoongi asked in a fake high pitched voice, before scowling seriously. "Yes I know astronomy dumbass, give me the question."

"What was Eratosthenes?" Namjoon phrased the question wrong on purpose, hoping to trick the dom.

But Yoongi made a face. "Not a what, a who, and a Greek polymath at that."

Namjoon puffed out his cheeks, scanning the screen for a word with more syllables. "How's your chemistry?"

"With you? Developing." Yoongi sipped his near empty glass.

"Define chemiluminescence."

"It's the light that appears 'cause of a chemical reaction," Yoongi rolled his eyes at how easy the question was. "Come on sub, I said give me a hard one."

"Oh I'll give you something hard." Namjoon muttered, and Yoongi chuckled at the subtext.

The student looked up English words next, figuring the longer it was, the more complicated it would seem and hopefully Yoongi would just give up.

"Honorificabilitudinitatibus." Namjoon read off, leaning back smugly in his chair. "Bet you don't know-"

"The state of being able to achieve honors." Yoongi tipped back the last of his wine. "Something you can't relate too, sub."

Namjoon stared, open mouthed, at his phone screen. "No...no fucking way! How the hell did you know that?!"

Yoongi chuckled, stretching his arms above his hand before tossing the blanket off him and walking to the kitchen to get more wine. "I too have Googled the longest words in the dictionary."

Namjoon inflated his cheeks out for a third time, tiny mouth twisted to the side as he leaned closer to his screen, trying to find a harder word.

"Speaking of Latin," Yoongi said, and Namjoon's attention was drawn to the phone, seeing how it was positioned up close to the dom's arm, showing off his pale, veiny skin and the way the tendons flexed when Yoongi lifted the wine bottle. "I noticed your safeword is in Latin."

"Yeah, so?" Namjoon asked, blinking when Yoongi snatched up the phone and angled it back to his face.

"So what's the affixation?" Yoongi asked, plopping back down on the couch.

Namjoon shrugged one shoulder.

Yoongi could tell Namjoon didn't want to talk about it, so he dropped the subject. "What's the next question?"

"Why are you such a pervert?" Namjoon mumbled, and to his surprise, Yoongi laughed.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Yoongi countered.

"Because fuck you, that's why." Namjoon retorted.

Yoongi just smiled. "Oh, sub..."

"You wanna know things about me?" Namjoon asked after they had played around with a few more questions about physics.

Yoongi blinked at the sudden topic change, but nodded all the same.

"Then let's play a game." Namjoon grinned, and Yoongi didn't trust him one bit.

"What's the game, sub?"

"Truth or dare. You have to answer honestly or do the dare, or if you don't then you either have to take off an article of clothing or take a drink." Namjoon said.

"You just want me drunk and naked." Yoongi teased.

"No, I want your deepest, darkest secrets bared to me." Namjoon said honestly. "But if you embarrass yourself naked too then I'll have a good laugh."

"You have a cute laugh," Yoongi said, and Namjoon didn't know how to respond to that.

"But I've already had two glasses and you can't drink." Yoongi said. "So this isn't fair."

"Who says I can't drink?" Namjoon scoffed, standing up. He pointed at the screen. "Stay here."

As if the phone was going to get up and walk away.

Namjoon opened the door, peering into the hallway and scurrying down it. His parents were in the living room, and Namjoon snuck past them to the kitchen, climbing onto the counter and opening the liquor cabinet. He grabbed the first bottle his long fingers touched and tucked it into his jacket, sneaking back to his room and pulling it out to show Yoongi.

"That's 100% proof vodka." Yoongi's eyebrows raised slightly. "You think you can handle that?"

"You think this is my first time stealing alcohol from my parents?" Namjoon smirked, twisting off the cap and tipping some of it back, to catch up to the two glasses Yoongi already had.

He winced as he set it back down, wiping his mouth. "Okay, we're even now."

"Dom starts." Yoongi wiggled under his blanket. "Truth or dare, and say first if you'll strip or drink before you say truth or dare, so you can't back out later."

"Truth, and I'll drink if I don't answer it." Namjoon said.

And as Yoongi prepared his first question, Namjoon smirked to himself

Finally, he was outsmarting the dom.

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5,443,050KRW = 5000$~